OOM: With Ganymede, Halloween

[cook_the_rude]

Bending his neck to whisper into the man's ear, Ganymede continues. "I welcome the challenge of taking you, barbarian. Our of you taking me. Unlikely, though."

Hannibal laughs, grabs Ganymede around the middle, and starts walking towards the back door.

Ganymede kicks once involuntarily, and laughs as he's half carried and half dragged towards the outdoors, to do...or, well, to be done, rather.

The door slams shut, and out in the dark, Hannibal drags him towards the lake shore.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede twists in Hannibal's arms, heavy necklace thudding against his collarbones as he tries to get free.

"Unhand me," he teases--still teasing, though he knows Hannibal could hurt him. But it's all part of the game to see how far he takes it.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal laughs, and keeps dragging him. "There's this specific rock I have in mind..."

[the_cupbearer]

"Should I ask?" he chuckles, digging his heels into the dirt to wriggle free of the enveloping arms. "Is it a sharp rock?"

[cook_the_rude]

"No, it's a wide and well-hidden rock," Hannibal says, gripping harder because of the wriggle. "Just right to spread out someone, and nicely out of view."

[the_cupbearer]

"Don't want to share with anyone?" Ganymede asks, rasping out the question with what breath he still has in his lungs because of where Hannibal is holding him tightly. He's since quieted, though he's being pulled along distinctly faster than he'd like toward said rock.

[cook_the_rude]

"No, not this time," Hannibal says, dragging him into the darkness.

[the_cupbearer]

"Do you ever?" he asks.

[cook_the_rude]

"Share?" Hannibal says. "Why not?"

[the_cupbearer]

"People," he objects, seeing the rock Hannibal is dragging him to and squirming away to stand on his own feet. "Do you ever share people, is what I meant."

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course I do," Hannibal says. Ganymede can probably hear the smirk in his voice.

[the_cupbearer]

"Kinky," Ganymede purrs, facing off with the man.

"And now that you have me out here alone?"

[cook_the_rude]

"I am going to have you!" Hannibal announces.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede spreads his hands with an indulgent smile, planting his feet. "Then have me."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal laughs, and starts pulling off Ganymede's wide trousers.

[the_cupbearer]

They are laced--tightly so at the yoke around his hips, which catches on his hipbones as Hannibal tugs--and Ganymede helps him undo the material so that it falls around his feet, leaving him otherwise naked, save for the heavy necklace.

"Tell me what you think," he murmurs.

[cook_the_rude]

"Lovely," Hannibal says, running a hand down Ganymede's back. "I want you."

[the_cupbearer]

"To do what?" he murmurs, faintly laughing as he arches following that hand.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal grips Ganymede's wrists, then slips a hand between his legs from behind.

[the_cupbearer]

He turns his head as a wave of goosebumps washes over his skin, making him hiss and sigh into Hannibal's hands, thighs tight.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pushes with more insistence.

[the_cupbearer]

The shove makes Ganymede pitch forward, trying to catch himself before he falls and ending up on his knees on the rock with a faintly jarring scrape; the muscles in his back tense as he tries to pull his wrists forward with no success.

[cook_the_rude]

One of Hannibal's fingers slips inside Ganymede's hole.