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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[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.