The bruises aren't sore enough to hurt yet, just colouring on his milky skin.
His hands shake to a stop on Hannibal's shirt as the doctor teases his breasts. The overlarge nipples harden swiftly under his touch. He arches his back, feeling his worries pushed by by the flood of sensation.
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His hands shake to a stop on Hannibal's shirt as the doctor teases his breasts. The overlarge nipples harden swiftly under his touch. He arches his back, feeling his worries pushed by by the flood of sensation.