Hannibal
Alcuin tried not to ask too frequently, but there was no denying that he still slept worlds better in Hannibal's bed than alone in his own. He was respectful and undemanding, and did not touch before being touched - even after nightmares he wouldn't seek being held until Hannibal reached for him.
Sometimes he would wake up and they would be touching, even a light embrace, and he wasn't entirely sure how they got there, but he would just lay still and enjoy it until Hannibal woke. Sometimes when he woke like this he would be so certain for a couple of seconds that he was in bed with Anafiel.
This morning, it was a definite embrace. Hannibal was, for lack of a better term, spooning him. Arm draped over him, back pressed against his back. Alcuin sighed, relaxed into it, allowing himself to snuggle back against him just a touch... and realized that he felt the clear outline of an erection against the back of his thigh.
Alcuin's breath caught, and for a moment the temptation was so great that he nearly bowed to it. But no, he couldn't, couldn't touch him, he wouldn't be so bold. He also tried not to think on what it meant because he knew enough about the male body not to read too much into such things.
He did allow himself one thing, however - he shifted his body a bit, down a touch, and back a bit closer into Hannibal, so that Hannibal's erection was settled snug against Alcuin's ass, nothing but two layers of thin pajama material between them, and even Alcuin felt the small amount of friction that the movement caused.
Sometimes he would wake up and they would be touching, even a light embrace, and he wasn't entirely sure how they got there, but he would just lay still and enjoy it until Hannibal woke. Sometimes when he woke like this he would be so certain for a couple of seconds that he was in bed with Anafiel.
This morning, it was a definite embrace. Hannibal was, for lack of a better term, spooning him. Arm draped over him, back pressed against his back. Alcuin sighed, relaxed into it, allowing himself to snuggle back against him just a touch... and realized that he felt the clear outline of an erection against the back of his thigh.
Alcuin's breath caught, and for a moment the temptation was so great that he nearly bowed to it. But no, he couldn't, couldn't touch him, he wouldn't be so bold. He also tried not to think on what it meant because he knew enough about the male body not to read too much into such things.
He did allow himself one thing, however - he shifted his body a bit, down a touch, and back a bit closer into Hannibal, so that Hannibal's erection was settled snug against Alcuin's ass, nothing but two layers of thin pajama material between them, and even Alcuin felt the small amount of friction that the movement caused.