In his secret dreams, the doctor had taken him on this couch. Had bend him over it and used his body with the powerful and commanding stillness that seemed to settle around Dr Lecter.

But not it was happening in the waking world, he couldn't decided which he enjoyed more. He widened his knees, coming up onto his thighs with his rear lifted so that the doctor did not have to bend so to use his mouth. He rocked a little against the onslaught for pleasure from that probing finger as the doctor aroused inside him without hesitation.

His heart and breathing quickened, feeling the first signs of that coming climax he had felt so few times. It was still some way off but growing in him like a thunder storm.