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After tidying themselves in the bathroom, Char and Dr. Lecter were lying in bed together. Char studied the older man’s sandy hair, his beautiful face, then he let his gaze wander over the manly chest and biceps. The doctor’s physique had been impressive even in full suits, so now that he was naked, it was rather overwhelming. Char couldn’t help staring.
Hannibal found it adorable that Charmont could barely take his eyes off him. He clearly liked what he saw; Hannibal returned the sentiment, of course. The prince was irresistibly gorgeous and attractive.
“Um…that was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had.” Char said honestly.
Hannibal smiled amusedly at the statement but also at Charmont’s prim English accent.
“It was mind-blowing,” Hannibal agreed, “And I must say I love listening to you talk because of your accent.”
“Oh. Thank you. Your accent is far more interesting, though.” Char said.
Hannibal chuckled.
“Thank you.” Hannibal said.
“…Everything you did felt so good. I bet you’ve had loads of experience. Not in a bad way, I mean it as a compliment. You really know what you’re doing.” Char said, then he blushed.
Hannibal smiled and caressed Charmont’s warm cheek.
“I’ve had quite a bit of experience. You know what you’re doing, too.” Hannibal said.
Char smiled coyly.
“I’ve only been with two people. The gardener’s daughter…She had a crush on me, but she wasn’t a screaming fan. I gave her some watercolour lessons in private, and one day, she pulled her skirt up to show me her panties. Her attempt to seduce me worked. We were both virgins…” Char said as he absentmindedly stroked Dr. Lecter’s hand on the bed.
Hannibal enjoyed imagining a virginal Charmont experiencing sex for the first time.
“We secretly did it several times as we finished her painting lessons, but we didn’t really have a connection, so we stopped seeing each other. A while later, the stable boy kept giving me looks whenever we were around each other, especially when I went swimming.” Char said.
“Well, who can blame him? I can vouch for how distracting you are when you’re swimming.” Hannibal teased, and they both chuckled.
“Maybe so. Eventually, I approached him while he was gathering hay out in the field. I watched him, all sweaty and shirtless, raking the hay, and I realized I wanted him. I walked up really close to him and he didn’t back away, so I figured I’d go for it. I kissed him, and suddenly I was lying back on a pile of hay and he was sucking me off. After that incident, we fucked constantly…behind the stables, in my bedroom, in the forest. We um…tried it both ways, but I always liked being the bottom. That’s how I knew my preference when you asked me. He’d explained it to me. I feel a little silly for being inexperienced.” Char said.
Hannibal cupped the prince’s face in his hands and pulled him in for a kiss.
“No need to feel silly. Besides, I love hearing about you discovering sexual activities. It’s turning me on…” Hannibal said, then he continued kissing Charmont, who moaned softly.
“Does it make you hard? Picturing me coming while getting fucked in the ass for the first time?” Char said lustfully.
“Mm…Naughty boy. Such a filthy mouth for a prince…” Hannibal said huskily, then he took Charmont’s hand and put it on his cock, which was semi-erect.
“Oh, it does make you hard. I could tell you about the time I took the gardener’s daughter from behind…she sat on my lap and tried to work on her painting while she was riding my cock. Or the time I stood naked in my bedroom window and jerked off while the stable boy watched from the yard…” Char said breathily as he stroked Dr. Lecter’s erection.
“Ohh you’re wicked…You look so innocent, but it’s deceiving.” Hannibal said approvingly.
Char smirked and bit his lip in a coy manner.
“I’m very naughty. I masturbated in your bathtub yesterday…I fantasized about you.” Char confessed.
Hannibal closed his eyes for a moment, and he sighed in pleasure and arousal.
“Mmm. I also fantasized about you and pleasured myself in the shower.” Hannibal said.
Char moaned weakly with desire, then he rolled onto his back as Dr. Lecter got on top of him. He gazed up at the older man and ran his hands through his hair, which was already tousled from their lovemaking. He pulled Dr. Lecter into a kiss, and he welcomed the doctor’s passionate tongue into his mouth. Char bucked his hips up to feel the older man’s cock rub against his own.
Hannibal felt Charmont trying to hump him, so he put more wait on the smaller man and started grinding against him. The prince writhed lustfully.
“Hannibal, I want your cock inside me again. Please.” Char said breathily.
The young man’s accent was extra sexy whenever he talked dirty. Hannibal captured his mouth once more, then he kissed his neck and put his lips to the prince’s ear.
“Say it one more time for me.” Hannibal rumbled.
“I…mmm...want your cock…” Char purred weakly as their erections slid together.
Char heard Dr. Lecter’s low moan in his ear, and it gave him goosebumps. The doctor reached over and grabbed the lube, then he squirted some directly between Char’s butt cheeks. It was cold, but Dr. Lecter’s fingers warmed him up as he spread it around his opening. The way his fingertips slipped reminded Char of the feeling he got after Dr. Lecter came in him earlier.
Hannibal noticed that Charmont shuddered and his face flushed; his brow furrowed adorably.
“Close already, sweet boy?” Hannibal asked.
“Sorry, it feels so good…” Char said, concentrating on Dr. Lecter’s slippery fingertips tickling his opening.
“Don’t be sorry, baby. Enjoy it.” Hannibal soothed.
Char had never been called ‘baby’ by anyone except Dr. Lecter, and he liked it.
“I don’t want to come yet.” Char said, squirming slightly.
Hannibal took his hand away and kissed Charmont slowly, letting him calm down from the stimulation. The young man’s hands travelled over his back, and when he was ready, Hannibal was pulled closer. Charmont brought his knees up, spreading his legs wider, so Hannibal reached down and guided his tip to the prince’s entrance. He slowly pressed forward and he slipped inside past the tight opening. Char was ecstatic about the intimacy of this position; they were face to face, with their bodies together. He could watch Dr. Lecter’s face, close up. Their eye contact was intense, and it enhanced their emotional connection. They could read each other, their bodies mirroring the other’s, completely in sync together. Char never felt this connected with his previous lovers; he felt like his crush on the psychiatrist might be leading somewhere more meaningful.
Hannibal loved the way Charmont was gazing admiringly at him, his gorgeous blue eyes only closing momentarily when he felt a particularly strong surge of pleasure. As much as Hannibal enjoyed looking into Charmont’s eyes, he wanted to intensify the young man’s pleasure, so he gyrated his hips with each thrust. The prince’s eyes shut, with his long lashes fluttering. He whimpered loudly and arched up against Hannibal.
“Oh god…Ohh Hannibal…Oh my god…” Char chanted breathily, clutching the doctor’s back and shoulders.
Hannibal grunted and thrust faster; his pre-cum made his movements more slippery, adding to the pleasure for both of them. Charmont became breathless.
“Come for me.” Hannibal said breathlessly.
Charmont whimpered and dug his nails into his back. Hannibal was close and he wanted to make the prince come first. Charmont trembled and panted, then he mewled blissfully as he reached his orgasm, untouched. Char felt the explosive climax go through him, and he spurted on himself, and on Dr. Lecter’s abdomen. He shook as the doctor’s abdomen kept rubbing and slipping against his cock.
Hannibal was enraptured by the feel of Charmont holding him tightly and trembling beneath him; his inner walls squeezed Hannibal’s cock as he remained tense. A few moments later, Hannibal was pushed over the edge by Charmont gently nipping at his jaw. He groaned as the ecstasy washed over him. He filled the prince with his semen, and once again, the young man revelled in it. He writhed under him, moaning wantonly.
“Mmmm I love that. You’re the only one to ever come inside me.” Char purred softly.
Hannibal put his hands into Charmont’s soft curly hair and caressed his head, then he kissed him gently.
“I love it too.” Hannibal said quietly; he was utterly enthralled with the young man.
They kissed several times, then Hannibal slowly withdrew, which made Charmont smile and bite his lip coyly. The landline phone rang, startling both of them. Char ended up underneath Dr. Lecter as he reached for the phone on the nightstand.
“Dr. Lecter speaking.” Hannibal said, sounding composed despite being naked and half on top of a young prince.
“Hello, how’s our little prince doing, Dr. Lecter?” Queen Daria said.
Hannibal nearly dropped the phone.
“Ah, your Highness. So good to hear from you…” Hannibal said, and Charmont blushed beneath him, “He’s doing well. Very well, actually. Settling in nicely.”
Charmont’s eyes widened, and Hannibal smirked slightly.
“That’s great to hear! We just wanted to check in before retiring for the night. Would Charmont like to speak on the phone with his mommy before bed, do you think?” Daria said.
Char overheard his mother, and he shook his head, embarrassed and flustered, but Dr. Lecter forced the phone on him.
“H-hello, Mother.” Char said.
“Oh, you’re right there with Dr. Lecter. How are you, dear?” Daria nearly squealed.
“I’m fine.” Char said tensely as his new lover placed soft kisses on his abdomen.
“Are you sure? You sound uptight.” Daria said in concern.
“I’m good! Really, just a little tired out—from swimming.” Char said nervously; he was being tickled by Dr. Lecter’s stubble.
“Oh of course, dear. You’ve had a big trip, and now you’re getting lots of exercise. Your father and I are relieved Dr. Lecter is taking such good care of you. We knew he’d be the right man for the job.” Daria said sympathetically.
Char’s face was still burning with embarrassment, and Dr. Lecter was still softly kissing his abdomen.
“Yes…yes, he is. He’s the one…” Char said, then his eyes met Dr. Lecter’s; they gazed meaningfully at each other.
“Um…I should get going, Mother. Besides, it’s getting late where you are. Good luck with the castle restoration and everything. Say hello to Father for me.” Char added.
“Alright. Goodnight, Charmont.” Daria said.
“Night.” Char said, then he turned and hung up the phone on the nightstand.
“That was so embarrassing. I’m naked in bed, and you give me the phone to talk to my mother while you kiss my body.” Char complained.
Hannibal just smirked and moved up to kiss Charmont’s lips.
“It was better to talk with her, otherwise she’d keep calling…and besides, how could I possibly resist kissing your body?” Hannibal said, and the prince gave him a coy smile.
“Fine. You’re forgiven.” Char said, smirking.
“Good. I’ll go heat up our dinner, and then would you like to sit in the living room with me and read?” Hannibal said.
“Yes please, I like the sound of that.” Char said.
Hannibal caressed the young man’s hair, then he kissed him again before finally getting out of bed and putting some comfy loungewear on.
“Would you like some help with dinner?” Char offered.
Hannibal smiled.
“Thank you, but I’m just reheating it. I appreciate the offer, though.” Hannibal said.
“Okay. I’ll set the table, then.” Char said, getting out of bed.
“Alright. Thank you.” Hannibal said amusedly; the young man was very helpful and courteous all of a sudden.
They enjoyed the meal and had a nice conversation, then they sat in the living room together, each with a book. This time, they both sat on the sofa instead of separately. Eventually, Char timidly moved closer to Dr. Lecter; he was pleased when the older man put his arm around him, coaxing him to lean against his side. When it started getting late, Hannibal put a bookmark in and set the book on the end table. He looked at Charmont, who was dozing on his shoulder.
“Time for bed, sweet Prince.” Hannibal said quietly.
“Hm? Oh. Okay.” Char said groggily, sitting up straight.
“Will you sleep in my bed tonight?” Hannibal asked.
“Oh, um. Can I?” Char said in surprise.
“Of course.” Hannibal said, smiling.
“I’d love to.” Char said happily.
The two turned the lights off as they walked together to the main bedroom. Char felt safe and cozy as he got into bed with Dr. Lecter. He snuggled against the older man, nestling into his embrace.
“Hannibal?” Char said.
“Hm?” Hannibal responded.
“I don’t feel lonely anymore, thanks to you…” Char said quietly.
Hannibal hugged him tighter.
“Me too.” Hannibal admitted.
“I…I feel like I’m falling in love with you…” Char said nervously.
“Ohh, sweet boy…I’m in love with you.” Hannibal said, almost in a sigh of relief.
“You are? Wow. So it’s not just me? It’s not crazy, or too soon?” Char said.
Hannibal chuckled.
“It might be a little crazy, but we can be crazy together.” Hannibal said lightheartedly, and Charmont chuckled.
“I didn’t expect it to happen, especially not so fast.” Char said.
“Neither did I. I feel like fate dropped you into my lap.” Hannibal said.
“That’s very poetic…and sexy. I’d love to sit in your lap.” Char said.
“We’ll have to do that, then.” Hannibal said amusedly.
“Definitely.” Char said.
Hannibal kissed Charmont on the head.
“Goodnight.” Hannibal said softly.
“Night.” Char replied quietly.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Weeks, then months passed with the couple settling into a routine together. They spent lots of time together, drawing, reading, swimming, making love. Char showed an interest in learning how to cook, so Hannibal taught him. They drew nude portraits of each other, which helped the prince practice the anatomy, although most of the sessions ended early as they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
One day, Hannibal was watching Charmont do some menial domestic tasks like putting dishes away and wiping crumbs off the countertop.
“Charmont, I sometimes feel as though you are out of your natural habitat. Like you belong in a lofty palace rather than a house. My family’s castle still stands in Lithuania, although it is nearly in ruins. I could have it restored—there would be no stress or squabbles about the costs.” Hannibal said.
Char considered for a few moments, but then he shook his head.
“I appreciate the thought, Hannibal, but I’d rather stay here. I’ve had enough of living in a castle. I’m happy here.” Char said.
“Alright, sweetheart. We shall stay here. I just want you to be happy.” Hannibal said, now cupping Charmont’s face in his hands.
“I’m very happy!” Char said, smiling.
“Wonderful. So am I.” Hannibal said, then he leaned in and kissed the prince slowly.
“I love you.” Char said.
“I love you too.” Hannibal murmured, then they kissed again.
~ EPILOGUE ~
Char came to the decision to stay in Baltimore with Dr. Lecter. He was nervous to call his parents and tell them, but fortunately, they were supportive. They were pleased that he was finally happy, and although his mother bawled during the whole conversation, she said she would be okay despite missing him. Several weeks after that phone conversation, Hannibal proposed to Charmont, and the prince enthusiastically accepted—he literally threw himself at Hannibal, nearly knocking him over. Char called his parents with the big news, and his mother squealed, yelling to the king that their baby was getting married. Of course, Hannibal took Char back to England to have the wedding there with the royal family. It was a beautiful celebration, and then Hannibal and Charmont had an even more beautiful honeymoon in Greece before going back home.