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Preliminary Purchase Agreement
The following agreement is made between Antony Dimmond (Seller) and William Graham (Buyer):
- 1 Subject Matter of the Contract
- The Seller transfers full ownership rights of the online platform LiveLust.com, including all associated domain names, content, databases, software, user accounts, and other digital assets, to the Buyer. This also includes the existing employees.
- Components of the subject matter:
a) LiveLust.com
b) Texts, images, videos, and other data stored on the platform
c) Access to and rights over the existing user or customer base
d) All stored data and backups
e) Servers, hosting contracts, APIs, and other technical resources, insofar as they are transferable
f) All employees, including the transfer of their contracts
- 2 Purchase Price and Payment Terms
- Purchase Price: The purchase price for com is $1,500,000.
- Payment Terms: The purchase price is to be transferred to Antony Dimmond’s account upon agreement of the contract (bank details to follow after agreement).
- Payment Method: Payment will be made via bank transfer and in full by Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
- Security: It is agreed that the Buyer will not have full usage rights until the purchase price is fully paid.
- 3 Transfer Arrangements
- The technical transfer will take place no later than upon the conclusion of the contract and includes all necessary access data to ensure a smooth transition.
- The cost of the domain transfer will be covered by Dr. Hannibal Lecter.
- The Seller agrees to deactivate all administrator access and transfer the access rights to the Buyer.
- The Buyer agrees to notify all employees of the acquisition immediately after the contract is finalized.
- 4 Obligations After the Transfer
- The Seller agrees to be available for the next six months following the transfer to address any questions regarding the platform and its employees.
- The Seller agrees to transfer all customer data, including an explanation of the black list (contacts removed from the platform) and the green list (streamers on the platform).
- If desired by the Buyer, a restriction will be imposed on the Seller, prohibiting them from reopening any similar or competing platform for the next five years.
- 5 Warranties and Liability – Explanation on the following pages
§6 Data Protection – Explanation on the following pages
§7 Final Provisions – Explanation on the following pages
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“What the hell is this?” I forced out, my eyes darting over the text in front of me again and again, trying to understand what all of this meant and why this contract - a fucking purchase agreement for LiveLust.com - was lying here in our kitchen, on our counter, and, most of all, in our house. Stunned and utterly confused, I finally tore myself away from the white paper, looked up, and stared into Hannibal’s eyes, which were still watching me warmly, full of love. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and a small twitch passed through his shoulders.
“A preliminary purchase agreement for LiveLust.com,” he replied dryly, as if I couldn’t read, and I shook my head, running my hand through my hair and stepping backward, as if the text might otherwise swallow me whole. What the hell is all this? Why does he - I - want to buy the platform? For what purpose, for God’s sake? And for $1.5 million, Graham. “I can see that, Hannibal - but what is this? Why do you have this contract? Where did you get it?” I snapped, my words spilling out, and all the alcohol that had been coursing through my veins just minutes before was suddenly gone, leaving me wishing I could down the rest of his wine stash in one go. God, what the...?
And then it hit me why Hannibal had this contract and where it came from. I saw him in front of me, at the café, with that other man — Antony Dimmond — and how they were sliding documents back and forth. Those were the documents. The contract. That man owns LiveLust.com. For now, it still belongs to him, Graham. Oh no, no — it’ll still belong to him for the next twenty years, because how could I, as the man I am, run such a platform? And more importantly: Why should I even want to run or own it?
“The man in the café gave it to you,” I answered my own question, and Hannibal nodded in agreement, stepping toward me and placing his hands on my shoulders, but the confusion and chaos swirling in my mind didn’t allow the touch to register. I pulled away, circling the counter to busy myself with anything, shaking my head all the while. A rough laugh escaped my throat, and my gaze met his - standing across from me, separated from me. “$1.5 million? For a platform you hate - and now suddenly it’s supposed to be mine? Mine?!” I laughed in frustration, slamming my hands down on the counter, my head dropping forward to stare at the shiny, silver surface.
“This is your idea of a chance? This is the opportunity you want to give me to make my life better and fix this relationship? Are you fucking serious, Hannibal?” I ranted, my mind racing as the words from the contract echoed behind my eyes, forming their own life. More and more images of employees - fucking employees - danced before me. People with questions, demands, concerns - shit, I’d be responsible for all these people! And not just them, but I’d also be responsible for all the men and women streaming - just like I used to. I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this, I can’t even take responsibility for myself.
My body flinched as a warm, large hand rested on my lower back, the scent of Hannibal's cologne filling the space beside me, and his warmth seeped through his clothes onto me. My mind kept racing, but my body instinctively relaxed, and my breath came out strained and heavy from my lungs. This couldn’t be real, could it? “Will,” he began beside me, and his soft, melodic voice was such a stark contrast to my heated and loud tone that it felt like a punch to the gut, making me realize again that I had practically screamed at him.
“This contract hasn’t been finalized yet, and it’s only a preliminary one. After last night, I contacted Antony, and he happened to be in the area - that’s why we were able to meet this morning. I had wanted to discuss it with you beforehand, but the circumstances didn’t allow it, and when I found you here in this state, it seemed only sensible to show it to you now, rather than in a few days once all the details were worked out,” he continued. I straightened up, his hand slipping from my back, and I tried to keep myself from spiraling again, but his words made no sense — none of this made any sense. At least he wasn’t keeping it a secret — Shut up, dammit!
With flushed cheeks and blood boiling, I turned to him. “How do you know him? How does Dr. Hannibal Lecter know the owner of LiveLust.com?” I asked sharply, gesturing toward the document that lay not far from us, still making me feel like I was living in some kind of parallel world. Hannibal remained calm, exhaling through his nose, and slowly walked back to the other side of the counter. “His daughter was my patient for a while when I still had my practice in Washington. That’s how we met, and I was curious about how he made his money.”
And again, pieces of the puzzle began to fit together in my head. It wasn’t just his desire that brought him to you, Graham. “That’s why you were on the website,” I muttered, earning a nod of agreement, followed by an almost amused smile as he tilted his head and looked at me with loving eyes, in which I could see a faint glow. Am I the only one who finds all of this completely fucked up? Why is he so calm and acting like this is the best idea he’s ever had? “Every now and then, and one day, I saw you, darling,” he broke the silence, and I swallowed, forcing myself not to roll my eyes and letting out a loud sigh instead - but my heart tightened, and the anger and confusion slipped into the background a little.
“I know the rest of the story - but that still doesn’t explain why you want to buy it? Why I should buy it with your money. Do I look like a businessman to you?” I tried again, this time a little more composed, less harsh, raising an eyebrow in question. Hannibal responded with a low, dark chuckle. His hands slid over the paper, neatly aligning it again. Perfectionist, as always. “There’s more to you than you give yourself credit for, Will, and deep down, you know that better than anyone,” he began, giving me a scrutinizing look before letting go of the documents and continuing.
“You told me you chose to stop streaming, and I’m truly incredibly happy with that decision. But you know this business. You understand the users, their desires, their preferences, and you know what it’s like to be behind the camera, representing the streamers' values. You don’t have to banish this part of your life entirely - you can work with it, and grow from it,” he continued, and none of those words made sense to me.
And yet, they were more true than I wanted to admit - I just didn’t want to believe it.
My hands found their way back to the edge of the counter, gripping the cool material. I shook my head again and wet my lips. “That doesn’t make me a quick-witted businessman, like my parents, or like you. I have to take responsibility for this, Hannibal - real responsibility. I can’t make decisions carelessly, I can’t just throw things out into the world or change things that don’t make sense, and I can’t just disappear when it gets too much. There’s a huge responsibility that comes with all of this,” I finally blurted out, and none of the words had passed through my mind before. They were the truth and embodied the things I feared most - in every way - and Hannibal knew that all too well.
“And those are exactly the things you need to learn. Both within our relationship and maybe even in your new position as CEO.” Of course, that was his answer. Of course, he had to hold the mirror up to me again, and of course, every single word was so painfully true that they seemed to burn into my skin and bore right through me. But that didn’t make my doubts disappear - learning something was one thing, having the ability to do it was another, and even if I tried to picture myself in such a position, the image just didn’t come together in my mind. Maybe it doesn’t because you simply don’t believe in yourself, Graham.
I shook the thought off, pushing away from the counter, running my hand through my hair again, and biting my lip before meeting Hannibal’s expectant gaze once more. “How, Hannibal? How am I supposed to learn all of this when I’m practically falling apart over a damn piece of paper? You’re putting a kid in a spaceship and hoping it flies to the moon - that’s financial suicide for you,” I responded clearly, and once again, that number flashed before my eyes - $1.5 million, a hell of a lot of money for something I would surely drive into the ground if I made this decision.
“The price for the platform is neither a financial loss for me, nor an investment I don’t want to make, darling,” he began, walking slowly toward me again. “On the contrary, I’m certain the value of the company will skyrocket in the coming years. And if you read the contract carefully, you’d have seen that Antony will train you, there will be a smooth transition, and he, as well as I, will be here to support you every step of the way,” he continued, calm and encouraging. His hand found mine again, and my eyes blinked, trying to piece the sentences together and grasp what he meant.
“We… we work together? You’d be working for me?” I stammered, almost speechless. If that were the case, I’d be even more overwhelmed than I already was. How could I possibly give orders or critique the man I love — the man who whips me over his desk and whispers the most beautiful declarations of love in my ear? No, there’s no way. Hannibal smiled crookedly, pulling me toward him, his hands wrapping around my waist, and even if I had wanted to break free, I no longer had the strength.
Think of me more as your unpaid advisor, who, once you’ve gained the knowledge you need, will quietly return to his practice. But in the beginning, I’ll always be by your side. Forever, remember?” he replied, honest and sincere, his eyes glowing and sparkling with that breathtaking amber hue. Once again, I couldn’t believe he was real, that this situation was real, and that he was - fucking again - doing everything in his power to make sure we had a future together. He was giving everything - his time, his money - so that he wouldn’t lose me, and my vision blurred as hot tears ran down my cheeks. What had I done to deserve all of this? What had I done to deserve him?
I swallowed and wiped away my tears as his fingers dug deeper into my waist, the slight pain feeling strangely good - distracting me, for a brief moment, from the hurricane of emotions and questions swirling inside me. “I don’t know if I can make this decision right now, Hannibal. It’s too much all at once, and it’s a decision I’m not remotely prepared for,” I replied, just as honestly, and a heartbeat later, I felt his warm lips on mine, giving me a tender kiss as Hannibal slowly pulled away.
But it would be an opportunity for us, for you and your future. And I will always do whatever is in my power to see you happy, mylimasis,” he responded with understanding, looking down at me with hopeful eyes. This man just can’t be real, damn it. “Some changes are scarier than others, but I wouldn’t be making you this offer if I didn’t believe in you - if I didn’t believe in us,” he continued, and every word shook me, made me shudder, yet at the same time, it felt unbelievably good to know that someone - at least one person on this godforsaken planet - believed in me. Believed in us.
And I did too. Sincerely, with every fiber of my being, because anything else would be a lie, another instance of me running away, and probably the biggest mistake of my life.
A throaty, still slightly desperate laugh escaped my throat, and I buried my face in his strong chest, feeling his arms tighten around me as he gently stroked my back with slow movements. “God, I love you, Hannibal,” I murmured, feeling the slight vibration beneath my skin as he sighed gratefully, resting his head on mine, pulling me even closer, and responding to my words with all the love in his heart. “And I love you, Will - so much that I can’t even put it into words.”
My heart swam through the sound of his voice, drowning in the obvious feelings he had for me, and for some time, we simply stood there - tightly embraced, in each other’s arms. With every steady, muffled heartbeat that pulsed from his chest into my ear, I grew calmer, more tired, and all the decisions I’d soon have to make, along with the responsibilities that came with them, slowly but steadily slipped from my mind. Then, Hannibal lifted his head, planted a kiss on my hair, and searched for my gaze.
“Take all the time you need. I’ve received all the documents from Antony by email, and if you want, you can reach out to him anytime to discuss the details. He’s a very considerate man and only wants the best for his company,” Hannibal continued to explain, and I blinked a few times, trying to fully ground myself in the here and now, furrowing my brow in confusion. Antony Dimmond still gave me an uneasy feeling, even though it now felt wrong to have ever been jealous of him. But all of this information was still too vague to see him as considerate. “But then why is he selling it?”
Hannibal slowly released me from the embrace, his hands gliding down from my shoulders to my fingers, his eyes looking content as they met mine. “He’s moving to Europe with his family, and he wants to live off the proceeds from the sale. Buy a house, a car, some jewelry for his wife, and support his granddaughter, who’s soon to be born - he wants to live the rest of his life without the pressure of work, and I’m confident that with this amount, he’ll be able to achieve all of that easily.” With that sum, he could probably buy two houses and three cars. “Oh, I’m sure he can,” I replied with a sharper look, pulling away from Hannibal completely, exhaling audibly through my lips and rubbing my face.
“I still need time to think,” I repeated my request, casting a quick glance at the papers lying not far from us. If I was going to make this decision, it wouldn’t be hasty, not rushed, and definitely not impulsive. Whatever I decided, it had to come from the heart. “You’ll get that time, darling. Take as long as you need, and discuss it with me or him if any questions come up –,” Hannibal responded immediately, and I almost cut him off. I couldn’t hold the words back any longer; they were clawing at my throat, and they were too important not to be spoken. “Honestly and openly. No secrets, no worries, and no fear of what’s to come.”
Hannibal smiled contentedly, nodding in agreement, his body practically vibrating with pride, and his shoulders straightened instinctively. And that sight was something I wanted to see always, anytime. A man who looked at his partner with a firework exploding in his chest because he knew the person across from him was the one - the only one for him. No matter what happened, they would face it together and grow from it. “Honestly and openly, always,” he agreed, and I felt the smile on my lips too. I turned away from him and glanced over my shoulder as I walked around the counter.
“I know you won’t approve, but I really need a glass of whiskey right now — want one too?” I teased, and my smile widened. The deep laugh that rumbled from Hannibal sent a thrill through my skin, and his slow blink was the yes I’d been waiting for. With still slightly weak knees, I stepped into the living room to get the already opened whiskey. Everything would be okay, right? We’d manage all of this, wouldn’t we?
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That night, we loved each other like never before.
It was honest, unfiltered, and there was nothing between us except the heavy breathing from our lungs, the heat, our bare bodies, and the electrifying tingling in our nerves.
After we had each emptied a glass of whiskey, he pulled me to him - into his arms, into the safe space I adored so much, to his warm lips - and kissed me slowly, intensely, without any rush. The sharp taste of the whiskey spread in my mouth, mixed with Hannibal’s intoxicating cologne, which always had a way of lulling me in, and within minutes, I could no longer think about the contract or anything else - nor did I need to. Perhaps that was his goal, or perhaps it was our shared goal after such a turbulent weekend, but when his hands glided lower down my body, gripped my hips, and lifted me with a swift motion, and I instinctively wrapped my bare legs around his waist, I didn’t even think about that anymore.
Hannibal’s strength and power were things I often forgot - things you could guess at when you saw him, but the full extent of them only became clear when you were carried like a feather up the stairs or, in other situations, whipped with a leather belt until you saw flashes of light and felt like you were falling apart into a thousand pieces. And I laughed, giggled between our kisses like a small, happy child, as he began to lick my neck hungrily but lovingly, occasionally grazing his dangerous teeth - teeth that were capable of so much harm - over my delicate skin.
We quickly reached the bedroom - our bedroom - and without setting me down, he turned on the warm, dimmed lights, bathing the room in a dark orange glow, and paused in front of the bed. My hands gripped his neck, digging deeper and deeper into his skin the entire time, and with glowing eyes and reddened lips, he looked at me, kissed me again, and his next words made my heart practically explode.
“Take me, darling,” he murmured against my lips, rubbing his nose against my cheek and gently, but firmly, laying me down on the soft bed behind us. One last time, his lips touched the tip of my nose, kissing it tenderly, and with a smooth movement, he straightened up and looked down at me.
My head spun uncontrollably - from his words, the alcohol, and the day - tossing his words around, turning them over and over, and slowly, I understood what he was asking. I swallowed, propped myself up on my elbows, and looked at him, somewhat perplexed. “You - you mean I should -,” I began, my voice faltering, and I furrowed my brow. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before, but I had never penetrated or stimulated Hannibal in this way. There was one time - in Bedelia’s house - when I used my fingers with him. Cautiously, overwhelmed by the feeling of giving him that - but we hadn’t gone any further. Not once. And now, here, after this conversation and this day, he was asking me for exactly that.
“Yes, that’s what I mean,” he pulled me from my thoughts, smiling at me lovingly as his hand moved to his perfectly knotted tie, slowly untying it with deliberate motions. My body reacted instantly to that simple action, and I licked my lips, trying to keep my rising arousal in check as I sat up. “We’ve never done this - I’ve never done this with you,” I whispered, pulling the hoodie over my head, leaving me sitting in just my boxers in front of him. The fabric in my crotch strained visibly, and Hannibal nodded as he began to unbutton his vest and shirt. “It seems that, at the moment, there are a few things you or we have never done before, but should dare to try together,” he replied with a hint of amusement, and I snorted, letting myself slide back onto my elbows, watching as he carefully removed his clothes and folded them neatly.
It was noticeably difficult for me to focus on his words as he stood before me, shirtless, the warm light making his skin glow. “Do you really want to talk about the contract now?” I replied, my voice rough, as he placed his clothes on one of the dressers and began removing his pants. One of his eyebrows shot up, his lips curled into a wide smile, and even though somewhere deep inside me, I might have felt a hint of disappointment or even frustration at bringing up that topic - here, in this very moment - the desire and excitement were too overwhelming, effortlessly pushing those feelings aside.
“No, that wasn’t exactly my intention, but I can’t help but see some parallels between the contract and this,” he answered, stepping out of his pants and climbing over me, settling on my hips, his own erection hard and pleading beneath his black silk shorts. My hands glided over his bare thighs, savoring the heat radiating from his skin, and my thoughts drifted further, yet always found their way back to him. “What - what parallels?” I managed to get out, a blink later feeling his lips on my neck, his hands on my stomach, slowly moving lower, his heavy breath filling my ears.
“Trust,” he whispered, his tongue sliding along my throat. My entire body shuddered, my chest trembling. “Control,” he murmured, and I sharply inhaled as his teeth found my collarbone. “Submission and power,” he continued in a deep, penetrating voice, and the last bit of fabric on my body grew wetter, sticking to my erection. Lightly - not too deep, but just enough to hurt - he bit into my skin. A deep moan escaped my throat, and my fingers dug into his back, pulling him closer, while his words pounded relentlessly in my mind.
“I want you to take responsibility for my body. I want you to feel what it’s like to hold the reins, and I want you to know how good it feels to have your body sink into mine,” he whispered, his lips gliding over my hardened, aroused nipples, which eagerly strained toward him as my hips continuously rubbed against his. The pulsing and pressure between my legs grew more intense, and my emotions surged like a roller coaster. “I—I don’t know if I can, Hannibal,” I moaned desperately, meaning so many things as his teeth bit into my nipples and sucked on them. My voice kept breaking, and the room was already spinning. A dark laugh escaped his lips as he straightened up, running his finger along my cheek, looking at me with nearly black, lust-filled pupils.
“I know you can. You’ve done it so many times before, mylimasis. That last weekend we spent together when I was at your mercy, you could do it - or when you stood up to your parents. And not least of all,” he continued, his hand moving to rest over my heart, the dull beat vibrating against his palm as my body melted under his gaze and his touch. “When you chose to share your life with me. It took so much courage to take that step - so much trust in me, in us - and yet, you still did it,” he added, and even though he was jumping from topic to topic - drawing parallels - each word tore me apart more and more. His hand on my heart was everything I needed to know that my place was here - with him. Together.
My hands drifted further back, cupping his rear and stroking over the silky fabric. A proud yet grateful smile crossed Hannibal’s lips, and I mirrored it. I returned his smile without thinking, without questioning it, and I didn’t want to dwell on what could be, what might happen, or what came next. Something inside me told me that everything would fall into place when the time came, and I could see that same feeling reflected in Hannibal’s hopeful eyes and the weight of his hand on my chest. “You made it pretty easy for me,” I replied, a little more relaxed, massaging his buttocks with my fingers.
Hannibal tilted his head, his teeth flashing slightly in my direction - he looked beautiful when he gazed at me like that, so free and unburdened. “Is that so?” he teased, his voice as amused as my own. I licked my lips, nodded slightly, and slid my fingers slowly but steadily between his cheeks. His breath hitched for a brief moment, coming out heavy and uneven, and his fingers clenched over my heart - holding it, claiming it as his.
“How could I resist someone who called me darling after only a few hours?” I countered, emphasizing the pet name exactly as he always did, with his European accent, earning a soft laugh from Hannibal that revealed even more of his teeth. My stomach fluttered like it had back then, when the first butterflies with wide, wild wings had beaten inside me, and my smile only grew wider.
My hands slid back to his hips, gripping them firmly, and with a slightly stronger tug, I turned Hannibal onto the mattress, so I was straddling him, our lengths pressing against each other through the damp fabric - wet, intimate, and incredibly arousing. A surprised sound escaped Hannibal’s throat, but I knew full well that he had allowed it; there was no way I had the strength to toss him around like that on my own. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, lowering my upper body and beginning the same game he had played with me earlier.
My lips grazed his neck, moving down to his collarbone, as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of his cologne. “And I can’t resist this damn cologne either - mhh,” I growled against his skin, letting my tongue glide over his chest muscles, brushing ever so lightly against his nipple. Hannibal’s erection twitched against mine, and a deep growl rumbled from his lips, his hands finding my hips and tracing gentle lines up to my waist and back again.
I lifted my lips from his skin, straightened up slightly, and met his gaze - dark gold with flecks of the setting sun, looking at me lovingly and yet with a hunger that mirrored my own. My body was slick with sweat, my skin felt like it was on the verge of tearing, and I swallowed hard. “Are you sure you want me to -,” I began again, but Hannibal let his hand slide from my body, his finger tracing its way to my lips, silencing them with a quiet click of his tongue.
“I’m not just sure, Will. I’m longing for it. For you, and for all the feelings and emotions that come with it,” he replied, and I blinked, feeling the light sheen of tears in my eyes. I cursed myself again for drinking so much, for losing control, but even that didn’t seem to matter to Hannibal in the slightest.
His finger slid from my lips, drawing a straight line down my chin, along my neck, between my chest, and lower to my navel and - “Oh fuck, Hannibal,” I murmured, following his finger with heavy-lidded eyes, shuddering as he reached the tip of my cock, which was relentlessly pulsing through my boxers, begging for more than just the touch of his fingertip. Our gazes met again, and his narrow, soft lips formed a tender smile.
“Take me, darling, use me, love me. Here and now. For this night, and savor every moment as if it were our last in an old life,” he whispered, and I understood what he meant, what he was trying to convey. Even though this night wouldn’t mark the end of our lives, it was symbolic - and how incredibly beautiful that symbolism was - showing me once again how deeply his feelings for me were already embedded in him. And in me.
I nodded silently, feeling a hot tear slide down my cheek, and I leaned into him, pressing my lips to his in a kiss filled with certainty, love, and sincerity. One elbow supported me as my free hand slid down his chest, grabbing the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down a bit. Hannibal’s hand found the other side, helping me free him from the fabric, and he moaned in satisfaction as nothing but his bare skin lay exposed. I quickly matched him, sliding my own boxers off. Wet, hot, and impossibly hard, our lengths rubbed against each other, my body enveloping his completely, building the cage around him that he usually created for me. His legs wrapped possessively, willingly, around my hips.
My own length rubbed relentlessly against his, my arousal crashing through my body like towering waves, and the deep moans that slipped repeatedly from both his lips and mine as we kissed over and over were reason enough to let go right then - to come, to let my feelings take over, to melt and shatter. But that wouldn’t be fair, and it wouldn’t be what he so desperately wanted from me. So, I shifted my weight back onto my elbow, letting my fingers glide to his cheek and replacing my lips with them.
“Make them wet, Hannibal,” I whispered seductively, guiding my fingers to his mouth. My breath trembled through my nose as his soft, warm lips wrapped around them, sucking and licking just as I’d commanded, his mouth filling with saliva as he obeyed. The sensation alone made me start to see stars.
As I noticed the sheer amount of precum, sweat, and lust that had already built between our bodies from just these actions, I moaned his name again - honoring his trust and his body, silently thanking him for his devotion. Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth, slick and glistening with his saliva, and I slid them between our legs - lower and lower - inhaling sharply as I glided between his cheeks. Hannibal’s legs tightened around me, his hips arching toward mine, giving me the opportunity to prepare him the way he always did for me. Carefully, lovingly, and with the intensity I needed.
And I could have overthought it - could have questioned how he wanted it, how he needed it. I could have doubted myself. But none of that entered my thoughts. None of it held me back or made me pause - on the contrary, I wanted this. I wanted him. I wanted to experience everything he was ready to give me, and so I began to massage his sensitive muscle in slow, circular motions, spreading his own saliva over him as I pressed my lips against his once more.
“Mhh — Darling,” Hannibal murmured against my lips as his muscles slowly gave way, the heat and wetness around my fingers so intense that I genuinely forgot to breathe when I carefully, without much pressure, slid one finger inside him. And yes, I’d felt this sensation before, had the privilege of experiencing it once, but it still completely knocked me off balance, sending waves of goosebumps over my body, and his name spilled from my lips into his mouth like a prayer. Hannibal was unbelievably tight and, at the same time, so willing, so ready to give me more and more. With slow movements, I started to move my finger inside him, pushing it deeper, pulling it slightly out of his heat, only to sink it back in again and again. His saliva coated him, filling him alongside my finger, and my heart pounded as fast as a hummingbird’s — and this was only the beginning, Graham.
“More — please, mylimasis — mhh — please, mon amour,” he moaned heavily into my mouth, his hot breath making my face burn, pulling a satisfied smile from my lips. When I slid my finger out of him, I added a second, giving him what he was asking for. His hips arched higher, his hard, dripping erection pressing tighter against mine - and oh God - he was so willing, so ready for me, taking my fingers as if they were the air he needed to breathe. This time, I didn’t wait for more words from him, though they did come, though more and more garbled, more gasps and moans than actual sentences. This time, I moved my two fingers only a few more times inside him, feeling how his muscles adjusted perfectly to the rhythm, and I added a third.
“Yes, darling — just like that — you — mhh — you’re doing so well,” he whispered, his voice strained beneath my lips. My tongue slid into his mouth again, cutting off his words, smothering his gasps, and I felt his entire body begin to tremble as my fingers moved deeper inside him. I felt his heat, his wetness, and I began to curve my fingers upward, opening them, stretching him further. I found his most sensitive spot, felt my fingertips gently and tenderly brush against it, and Hannibal instantly moaned my name, his cock trembling and pulsing against mine. The feeling of power, control, and the knowledge that I — I alone — could bring out these emotions in him, shattered me into a thousand pieces.
I couldn’t, and didn’t want to, wait any longer. I knew that not only was he close to his release, but so was I - so close that a single breath might have been enough to tip us both over the edge. So I let my fingers slip out of him, kissed him one last time with all the devotion I could muster, and cupped his face in my hands, smothering him with love and affection - pressing him into his cheek. I felt one of his hands glide down between us, wrapping around my erection, and a guttural, rough moan escaped me before I could suppress it.
With precision, as if Hannibal had done this a thousand times before, he guided my tip to his entrance - to himself, to his own hell that I was finally, finally allowed to enter. And with a fluid motion - effortless and without resistance - I slid inside him in one smooth movement, and my heart completely stopped.
Our eyes met - devouring and losing themselves in each other at the same time - and his body fit around my length perfectly. Despite the preparation, I could feel the stretch of his walls, the twitch and trembling of his muscles, his legs, and his arms as they tightened around me - fuck, he’s so damn tight - and I didn’t dare move my hips, knowing that if I did, I would explode instantly.
“God, Hannibal - you - mhh - you’re so-,” I groaned, barely managing to get the words out, my voice failing completely as my forehead rested against his. Our shared, heavy breathing filled the room as I stayed still inside him, savoring how perfect and beautiful this moment was.
“Taip neapsakomai artima tau, mano viskas,” he whispered in a vibrating voice, and I didn’t understand a word of it - but I didn’t need to. I understood the love and trust in those words, meant only for me. I took a deep breath, and we both closed our eyes as my fingers dug deeper into his cheeks, holding him as close as I possibly could. Then, slowly - so incredibly slowly - I began to move inside him.
And it was both heaven and hell on earth. So heavenly and burning hot. The sensation was overwhelming - the friction, the tightness, the wetness inside him. Experiencing his hungry yet utterly surrendered body beneath mine, feeling what it was like for him to belong to me - every fiber of his being, every inch, and every rapid, powerful heartbeat. It wasn’t frantic, demanding, or greedy. This wasn’t an act to satisfy primal urges or rush through an experience. It was pure, honest, and free from any pressure from either of us. And every movement, every gentle yet controlled thrust of my hips into Hannibal’s willing body, was the most beautiful form of sex I had ever experienced.
Our lips found each other again, merging together like the rest of our bodies. His hands roamed over my back, digging into my flesh as I thrust deeper, brushing against his prostate and giving him the same sensation I had already experienced: flying and falling at the same time. I steadily increased the pace - slow, deliberate, possessive - giving both of us the chance to adjust, to find it even more intoxicating and overwhelming than the rhythm before. The heat, the tingling, and the burning fire in my lower abdomen grew stronger and more powerful, spreading through my limbs, surging through my chest straight into my heart. As my hips slammed against his with the most arousing, filthy sounds, Hannibal begged me to make him mine, my name caught in his throat, and in one single blink, I came.
Hot and wet, Hannibal ejaculated at the same time as me, covering my stomach and chest with his thick, white release, marking me as I did the same inside his body. I didn’t know whether I was moaning or whimpering, crying or laughing - the relentless twitching and tightening of his muscles around my entire length made me gasp for air again and again. The heat within him and around me surged once more, and everything was so unbelievably wet and slick. So fucking wet. And the only thing I could think about were his amber eyes - transforming into molten gold, into the setting sun, into the most beautiful diamonds I had ever seen - and how I never wanted to leave this moment, how I just needed to savor it for a little while longer.
Just a little bit longer. A fucking bit longer, okay?
Burning, overwhelming tears stung my eyes as all the memories, feelings, and thoughts crashed over me like a massive storm I couldn’t control.
Because the real fall would come — it always did, right? Shit, no, Graham. No. It won’t come — it won’t come because you don’t want it to. This time, your thoughts won’t spiral the same way, and the story won’t repeat itself, do you hear me? Never again. Never and damn never again. Because this is the end and the beginning — for you, for Hannibal, for both of you. Do you understand that, Will?
And my mind was right, my thoughts were completely right. As I rested my head on Hannibal’s chest, sobbing and whimpering from the overwhelming emotions, listening to his heartbeat, feeling my now-softened cock slip out of him, with semen, sweat, and saliva pooling between our legs - even then, it couldn’t have been more perfect. I tried again. One last fucking time. Because this is the end and the beginning.
Because tomorrow would be a new day. A day when decisions would be made, when chaos and structure would find their way, when I would have to - and want to - change myself and my actions. A day when love and trust would take over forever, no matter what happened, no matter what situations came our way, and no matter how hard or easy the future would be.
I wasn’t alone. Never again. Not ever. I would never again have to know what it was like to be lonely. Because he was by my side - Hannibal was by my side - forever. My anchor, my paddle, my support. Here and now. Until our hearts stopped beating, until life decided for us and we no longer had control, until we had to face the forces of time. But until then, every day would be a gift. A hope, and an opportunity to finally live my life.
Together. As equals. Trusting. Exciting. Intoxicating. Honest, and full of love.
Forever.
Much better, Will. Much better — I’m proud of you.
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Two Years Later
“Mister Graham? I have a few more requests for next Saturday - and, of course, your coffee,” Elena greeted me, as she did every morning, with a bright smile, white teeth, and a high ponytail that swayed with each step, her long blonde hair moving back and forth. I glanced up from one of my three screens and smiled back warmly as she handed me the coffee and a few documents. I nodded, enjoying the warmth radiating from the fine porcelain, my eyes meeting hers as one of my eyebrows arched.
“Thank you, Elena. And how many times do I need to remind you to call me Will? Can you give me a quick rundown of the requests, or are you heading into a meeting?” I replied, taking a sip of the hot liquid while quickly skimming over the words that leapt out at me from the first page of the documents.
“No meetings until noon, Will,” she began with a friendly tone, and I gave her a warm, grateful look, nodding toward one of the chairs opposite my desk in the middle of the vast, glass-walled office building. Elena sat down, crossed her legs, and leaned toward the documents. “The requests are from Sam, Alex, and Tess. Sam would like the early evening slot for an interactive pet play session, but Alex and Tess haven’t decided on a time slot yet,” she continued, letting out a heavy sigh.
Images of various streamers flashed through my mind, their most popular shows, their strengths, and the recent earnings from their past streams. Sam was fantastic and a viewer magnet — young, in his early twenties, just like I had been when I first stepped in front of the camera. With his charm and deep brown eyes, he captivated every visitor on LiveLust.com, wrapping them around his finger.
“What do Alex and Tess have planned?” I asked, flipping to the next document, which outlined the figures from Alex’s last event. I met Elena’s gaze again. I already knew the numbers and the earnings - something Hannibal had drilled into me more than once when I first took over the company. Sometimes with words, and sometimes with reminders from a cane, while I gripped the ladder in his practice, holding onto his bookshelves and reciting the latest profits from the past few weeks, allowed to say nothing else.
Elena cleared her throat and brushed her blonde ponytail back over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling at me for a brief moment before she regained her composure. “Alex wants to try his hand at your famous cooking stream, and he’s hoping you’ll share that recipe with him. Tess, on the other hand, has bought a new outfit for some doctor-patient roleplay and a few accessories to go with it,” she explained. My heart skipped for a moment, and my lips curved into a proud smile as memories flooded back. They formed vivid images in my mind, of me standing in my apartment wearing nothing but an apron, trying to deliver a show while the meat — Hannibal’s meat — was noticeably burning. I could smile now at my own foolishness.
But at the same time, the memory of those early feelings for Hannibal rushed through me, and my smile grew even wider.
Back to the matter at hand, Will - the timeslots for Saturday night. I took another sip of my coffee, calming my thoughts, and flipped back to the first page. “Sam keeps the first slot. Tess can have the second from 8:00 PM to 10:00 PM, and Alex gets the rest of the night - depending on how long it takes him to make something edible,” I instructed. Elena chuckled softly and nodded in agreement. A soft knock, however, interrupted our conversation, and my head shot up. Elena turned in her chair as well, and my pupils widened, my throat instantly drying despite the coffee, and my heart beat a little faster.
Hannibal stood in the glass doorway, his lips curled into a polite yet loving smile, his expression relaxed and at ease, just as it had been for months now. His upper body was wrapped in a dark gray, almost black, turtleneck sweater, his slim, muscular legs dressed in matching suit trousers, and a dark green coat completed his look. I couldn’t describe it any other way, but it made him look younger. Ever since he started swapping out his usual pressed trousers for chinos, jackets for sweaters, and occasionally even opting for a leather jacket instead of a simple coat, I was convinced this man wasn’t capable of aging at all.
“Good morning, darling. Good morning, Elena,” he greeted us in the most stylish and pure voice he could muster, and my cheeks flushed red. Elena’s probably did the same, as she quickly stood up from her chair and smoothed out her black sheath dress. “Good morning, Dr. Lecter,” she responded quickly, glancing at me for a brief moment. I caught her look, meeting her gaze calmly.
By now, I knew how Hannibal’s presence affected others, especially my staff, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t occasionally borrowed some of his charm to wrap people around my finger. But wasn’t that part of being a businessman? Part of being someone who had to lead and coordinate nearly 50 employees while being both their boss and their friend at the same time?
And I was managing it well, according to Hannibal, the investors, and every employee during our regular meetings or dinner parties held in our own home.
“I’m guessing you’re here to accompany me to the website launch?” I asked Hannibal with a crooked smile, switching off my monitors as I spoke. Elena blinked for a moment, and I could almost see the realization click in her mind. “The website launch - God forgive me, Mister - Will - I totally forgot. I’ll get the documents for you right away,” she blurted out, flustered. I laughed, rising from my chair and moving around the desk.
“No problem, Elena, really. I already grabbed all the documents this morning. Please take care of the meeting with Antony this afternoon. I probably won’t be able to make it in time, alright?” I replied. Elena nodded eagerly, and Hannibal shot her a grateful look. “Of course, I’ll handle it and update you afterward,” she assured me.
Hannibal had already stepped aside to let her pass through the door when I cleared my throat, and she turned to me again with a questioning look - for someone who’s only been working for me a few months, she already knows me pretty well. Hannibal noticed it too, casting me a warm, proud glance. His tongue slid slowly over his lips, and I knew exactly what that gesture meant. I shot him a brief warning look before meeting Elena’s eyes again. Oh, Hannibal, not in my office.
“And tell Alex he’ll get the recipe — Hannibal will send it to him via email shortly,” I added, catching Hannibal’s quick, perplexed glance before sending Elena off from my office.
With a long stride, I stepped toward him, pressing my lips instinctively against his, savoring the low growl that rumbled from his throat before I pulled back. “Which recipe are we talking about?” he asked quietly, rubbing his nose against mine, inhaling my cologne, which had now become the perfect counterpart to his own. Lighter, barely noticeable, fruity and sweeter than his — but for his remarkable nose, it was more than enough, absolutely perfect. I chuckled softly, leaning back from him, feeling his hand rest on my waist as my fingers grazed the soft fabric of his sweater.
“We’re talking about the first recipe you ever gave me. Alex wants to recreate my stream. I suspect it’s to serve as an extra highlight for the website launch in Europe,” I explained, and the corners of Hannibal’s mouth lifted instantly. “A truly clever boy — I knew the moment he applied that he was promising,” Hannibal added, and I rolled my eyes, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before slipping out of his embrace to grab my bag and coat.
“Don’t talk about him like he’s an object. He’s a fantastic streamer, and I’m sure Europe will love him as much as we do,” I chided, grabbing my key documents and slipping my coat on. Hannibal nodded silently, his eyes glowing with confidence as he looked at me. He took my bag from me, and after a brief farewell to the remaining employees we passed along the way, we soon found ourselves in the elevator, where Hannibal’s lips crashed brutally against mine.
“God, Hannibal — it’s only fifteen floors,” I murmured as his hand slid into my curls, pulling my head back so my throat was exposed to him. Lustfully, his tongue trailed over my thin skin, sending my blood rushing straight to my groin. “Can’t I show my future husband how much I love and missed him? Even if it’s just for fifteen floors?” he whispered, his voice dark and sultry, and once again, my heart melted under his words.
Future husband - how could I forget?
His free hand slid down my dark blue shirt until he found my rock-hard erection, squeezing almost painfully, making me groan as the air in the cramped elevator grew thinner. “Oh, but you can’t do that when I have to face the press in a minute,” I chuckled roughly, summoning all my strength to push him away. I met his hungry gaze, licking my swollen lips. The fabric of Hannibal’s pants was straining as well, and a few strands of his otherwise perfectly slicked-back hair had fallen into his face. He was unbelievably beautiful, so incredibly arousing, and the best thing that had ever happened to me.
And soon, he would be my husband. Forever.
With a quick step forward, I mirrored his movement, gripping his erection tightly, causing him to exhale heavily as he looked at me with flashing, dangerous teeth. “Tonight belongs to us - no calls, no interruptions, no work - and I want you to show me what it means to be William Graham-Lecter, understood?” I growled, and his pupils dilated, growing darker, the arousal flowing steadily through our veins. And then it happened, as it had been happening more frequently over the past months, ever since I understood what it meant to take control of my life — our life — and the decisions and challenges that came with it.
“Understood, Sir,” Hannibal replied in a deep, affectionate voice, pressing his lips against mine one last time as a soft ping sounded, signaling that the elevator had reached the parking garage. We straightened our clothes, both equally grateful that no one crossed our path as we made our way to Hannibal’s Bentley.
And it was perfect - exciting, challenging, and each day different from the last. Some days, I was wired, stressed by numbers, requests, and users who misbehaved and had to be put on the blacklist. On other days, Hannibal was drained from his therapy sessions, dealing with new patients who repulsed him or celebrating those who showed progress. But despite the ups and downs, the love we had for each other remained constant, every single day.
We didn’t need to speak. All it took was a glance at each other when one of us came home, or during dinner parties and opera visits, just a few exchanged looks, to know exactly what the other was thinking - whether the person speaking had no idea what they were talking about, or if they’d make for good company for the rest of the evening - and occasionally, even for the night. This gift, this knowledge, and connection was unique, surpassing anything I had ever expected.
Of course, it wasn’t always like that. And of course, we had our struggles - I had my struggles. After I signed the contract and Hannibal and I spent months of our lives learning everything we could from Antony, I wanted too much too quickly. I wanted to change things that weren’t ready or well thought out. There were many nights when I doubted everything, when I cried, yelled, and regressed back to the beginning of my journey, sinking into self-hatred and boundless self-pity.
But I was never alone - never - and I had the will to keep going, to stand up, and not give up, especially with Hannibal doing everything he could to make things as easy for me as possible. With each week, with each month, and eventually with each year, things got better - easier - and I learned how to lead. I learned to gain the foresight that Hannibal often had, and I learned what it meant to bear responsibility. For myself. For a company. For employees. For a future, and of course, for us.
And I did make changes. I didn’t just create a system where streamers had to verify their identity to work on the platform, I also implemented it for the users. Within a month, violations of community guidelines practically vanished. User numbers skyrocketed as they felt just as comfortable with each other as the streamers did. When I began hiring full-time streamers instead of just paying them commissions, LiveLust.com grew and grew, becoming the most sought-after erotic streaming platform within a year. Hannibal’s $1.5 million investment had already paid off.
The day we hit the break-even point, I came home grinning from ear to ear, my heart racing. I had just signed the contract for a new website launch in Europe, and there were ten new full-time streamer applications sitting on my desk. That was the day Hannibal got down on one knee and proposed. And I bawled like a baby — oh, it was beautifully terrible, Will. Of course, I said yes, throwing my arms around his neck, unable to calm down as he slipped a silver ring onto my finger. The ring had a leather band woven into it, and naturally, it was made from the leather of my collar - the beginning and the end. After that evening, and a night filled with rough, loving, and brutally honest sex, I finally understood how far we had come together. How far we had made it without ever giving up on each other, without ever doubting our bond, and how deep our love truly ran.
Money, success, and my decision to show my face in public - something I did from the start to normalize this industry for everyone - attracted two people who had long been silent and absent from my thoughts. My parents caught wind of the engagement, the immense revenue LiveLust.com was generating, and the importance the name Graham had gained. All of these things were a thorn in their side. Some things, it seemed, never change. They tried to drag my company through the mud, attempted to discredit my employees, and spread rumors and lies at operas and art galleries.
Four months after this harassment began, there was a court case. Thanks to Hannibal’s good friend and lawyer, Jack Crawford, I won easily. We exposed everything I had ever known about my parents' shady dealings with real estate and construction. Both were ordered to pay nearly a million dollars to the affected families and victims, and they had to shut down their business immediately, with no chance of ever starting anew.
Shortly after, they left - moved away from America. Where they went, I don’t know, and I don’t care anymore. I never heard from them again. And even though I thought that the court case might damage me more than help, the exact opposite happened. My reputation only grew stronger, my leadership style and fair compensation spread throughout the adult entertainment industry, and once again, I learned that staying silent and doing nothing was never the right path. It never could be. It became a guiding principle at LiveLust.com, one that my streamers and employees embraced just as strongly, ensuring that experiences like the one with the dragon or any other disgusting users would never — never — happen again.
Hannibal’s hand rested on my thigh as he switched off the Bentley’s engine, and I blinked, realizing we had already arrived at the parking lot in front of the event hall. I smiled at him. The last few years played through my mind, slipping away like sand yet still so vivid, as if I could relive each moment. But no matter which memories surfaced, in every single one, no matter how small, I was never alone. Hannibal was there, and he remained my paddle, my support, and my anchor — and I had become all that for him. Forever. Every day. In every dark hour and in every bright one. Without doubt, without fear, and without ever looking back.
“Ready, darling?” Hannibal’s voice broke the silence that had filled the car, and I placed my hand over his, squeezing gently as our eyes met. Eyes that would never let me go, eyes that would never see me any differently, no matter what happened. Eyes in which our past and future were bathed in liquid gold, and where pure love was the driving force behind everything.
A broad smile spread across my lips, mirrored by Hannibal, and with one final, long, intense kiss that sent vibrations through my body and a tingle to my core, we stepped out, walking directly toward the next challenge. One that would never freeze me in fear again, but instead offer a chance to make our life a little better.
“Ready.”