Hannibal is used to playing his surroundings to his whims, or at least being indifferent to when they do not; but now he's watching events unfold that he hadn't expected and which he...doesn't quite feel like stopping.
He watches as Loki's gaze is stubbornly not on himself, though he doesn't miss the glare throw his way first. Hannibal can't help but notice how trapped Loki seems, sitting down with an offer of sex that he doesn't seem to suddenly think himself able to fulfill. Does the gift of a 'blowjob' seem too kind, too soft for his sharp teasing of before?
Hannibal's certainly enthralled by how willing and eager to please Sebastian is, and he shadows him when Sebastian moves forward. He prowls along behind and then beside him, finally beating him over to Loki as he swoops in above the god. "Haven't there been enough delays? Sebastian, remove your shirt and then kneel - you're not going to keep the poor man waiting, are you?" There's delight in Hannibal's eyes at just watching this, a safety he recognises in not being intimate with any of them yet.
But make no mistake - there is some measure of desire that burns from his gaze as he stands behind Loki, the silver-tongued Asgardian now between the two of them. To be shared, of course, and perhaps to keep Sebastian at bay from himself - did Hannibal trust himself to grow sentimental in front of poisonous company?
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He watches as Loki's gaze is stubbornly not on himself, though he doesn't miss the glare throw his way first. Hannibal can't help but notice how trapped Loki seems, sitting down with an offer of sex that he doesn't seem to suddenly think himself able to fulfill. Does the gift of a 'blowjob' seem too kind, too soft for his sharp teasing of before?
Hannibal's certainly enthralled by how willing and eager to please Sebastian is, and he shadows him when Sebastian moves forward. He prowls along behind and then beside him, finally beating him over to Loki as he swoops in above the god. "Haven't there been enough delays? Sebastian, remove your shirt and then kneel - you're not going to keep the poor man waiting, are you?" There's delight in Hannibal's eyes at just watching this, a safety he recognises in not being intimate with any of them yet.
But make no mistake - there is some measure of desire that burns from his gaze as he stands behind Loki, the silver-tongued Asgardian now between the two of them. To be shared, of course, and perhaps to keep Sebastian at bay from himself - did Hannibal trust himself to grow sentimental in front of poisonous company?