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Sometimes, Villiers just likes having someone to spoil. Lavish attention on. Put his skills acquired over the years, to good use.
Like now. Hannibal, drawn into his lap, chest to back. Kisses at his neck and shoulder, fingers absently tracing along skin. For no real reason, other than just because. A little bowl of sugared strawberries at his side, and quiet conversation.
"What do you plan to do, with your medical degree?"
Like now. Hannibal, drawn into his lap, chest to back. Kisses at his neck and shoulder, fingers absently tracing along skin. For no real reason, other than just because. A little bowl of sugared strawberries at his side, and quiet conversation.
"What do you plan to do, with your medical degree?"