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Adam was slightly nervous about meeting Will’s lover, Hannibal, for the first time. The fact that Hannibal happened, by wild coincidence, to be the twin brother of Adam’s own boyfriend Nigel eased the tension a bit, however. Since Will and Adam had each met and fallen for one of the brothers, and only realized it after they caught up over coffee last week, it seemed like destiny to Will.
Will had gotten a dreamy look in his eyes and a new burst of positivity that was very refreshing, now that he was dating someone he loved so much. Adam was happy, too; however, destiny was not a real thing. A basic rule of probability states that even rare events are certain to occur if given enough opportunities. The probability of those rare “coincidences” essentially sky-rockets if one or more components involved are connected.
Adam and Will had done many things similarly over the years, sometimes without even realizing they’d mirrored each other’s actions until later. And he loved how close that made him feel to his beloved brother. If they had taste in men so similar that they had ended up dating twins, Adam took this as yet more confirmation of how powerful his twin connection to Will was. And he wondered if any more intriguing “coincidences” would occur in the near future.
Nigel wouldn’t let Adam worry. He wasn’t aggressive or pushy about it, which was very endearing because Nigel was quite disposed to be pushy with most people. With Adam, he became someone much softer, capable of tenderness while always getting rough in the bedroom when it was what they both needed – and that was often.
His lover used lots of jokes, hugs and kisses to make sure Adam was comfortable about going over to Will’s house for this first-meeting get-together over dinner. Nigel worked his magic so well that Adam found himself blushing, giggling, and losing the physical tension over the upcoming meeting.
It was important to make a good impression on his brother’s partner. And Adam knew he did not always do that when he met someone new. His neurological quirks and difficulty reading social cues made it a challenge no matter how much he practiced. But Nigel told him that Hannibal was going “to fucking love you, baby, no one could help it. If you think he will find you at all weird, you really don’t know how fucking strange my brother is, trust me. He’s cool with weird, even if he has a stick up his pretentious ass about a lot of other things.”
“Nigel, I’m sure that a pretentious attitude does not mean he has anything lodged in that orifice, since Will told me that he and Hannibal have a great sex life.” Adam was kidding, a little bit, experimenting with his newly improved understanding of metaphorical humor.
Nigel appreciated the effort and found it fucking adorable on Adam’s part. His eyes also sparkled with interest at the description of his twin’s sexual adventures with Adam’s twin. Something about all this coincidence with matching faces and everyone, if he was going to be honest and forgo humble lies, everyone was fucking sexy, something in there was kinky. And made Nigel feel hot.
He knew he and Adam were going to have a hell of a time when they got back home, with all this sensuous curiosity thrumming on the air. But first, he would get to see this famous, amazing brother who his starman loved so dearly and often described as if Will was a godlike figure of perfection to him. Nigel was pretty fucking curious to lay eyes on this supposedly extraordinary double of his precious angel, too.
It wasn’t all that surprising if he and Hanni had both found one of these stunning Graham boys to love; after all, they did fight about certain subjects but both of them had absolutely exquisite taste. Of all the finer things in life, keeping hold of a boy like this was the most delicious and irresistible. Making love to such a boy was definitely better than anything that might exist in heaven itself, or if heaven existed on earth, Nigel knew he had found it in Adam.
***
“Everything’s ready,” Will called to Hannibal after setting the table and lighting a few candles.
Hannibal did most of the cooking while Will had cleaned up and made the table look really nice, he thought. A white lace tablecloth and red candles spruced up the plain eat-in kitchen to impressive effect. The smell of Hannibal’s savory cuisine filled the air, intoxicating with Will’s knowledge of its taboo suggestions.
Will’s lover said his brother Nigel knew about his culinary habits, so to speak, and that it didn’t bother him at all. And after Nigel gently told Adam about it, it turned out that Will’s twin considered the act of cannibalism a natural instinct which had logically not been entirely eliminated by the rigid structure of society erected to prevent it. Ever the sensible boy, Adam further elaborated that the urge to pay fierce reprisal to rudeness was an admirable one, “not unlike a lion protecting his pride.”
“I’m impressed with your brother’s appetite for the unusual, from what I have heard,” Hannibal smiled, breezing into the dining area with several serving plates of steaming food expertly balanced on his arms. “I hope, therefore, he will find this evening’s fare palatable, since we appear philosophically aligned.”
“I don’t know if it’s philosophy, as such,” Will considered, helping his partner arrange the platters of rich, decadent food on the table. “Adam sees life through a lens of science, which extends to anthropology and zoology.”
“With his great interest in the stars above, it is a wonder he has time to focus on such immense further areas of study. But then again…” Hannibal, looking even more scrumptious than the dinner in a white shirt topped by a snug-fitting, extremely flattering black waistcoat and equally form-fitting, matching trousers, kissed Will on the cheek, squeezing his shoulder.
“Since Adam’s twin brother is the most brilliant man I’ve ever met, it is not too surprising to learn that it runs in the family.”
Will kissed his lips and ran a hand fondly through his soft, silvery-brown hair, loving the occasional strands of blonde in the mix and how nice it felt under his fingers when Hannibal didn’t slick it back with gel. Dr. Lecter really became just Hannibal in Wolf Trap, during his down time with Will.
Although they were planning to move soon, into a home which would combine both of their interests and preferences as to design and location, Will knew they would take this heartfelt, relaxed freedom with them, wherever they went. Since he met Hannibal, he’d never felt so seen and adored, even finding a match for his previously frightening dark side. It was no wonder Will seemed to be constantly smiling these days.
“Hmm, flattery will get you everywhere, doctor,” Will teased, liking the way his lover’s amber eyes flicked attentively over his own outfit. He had chosen a low-cut black t-shirt under a blue blazer with jeans that showed off his hips and ass; Hannibal obviously noticed and approved. To say the least.
The fire in Hannibal’s eyes and the growl in his throat while admiring his boy, enjoying Will’s coquettish behavior, might have led them quickly to bed, except that the doorbell rang and the dogs’ barks of excitement made the lovers break off the fervent kissing and laugh, promising to follow up on their passionate feelings later on.
***
When Hannibal opened the door, he saw his brother Nigel engaged in a scorching kiss with Will’s twin. Smiling into every press of lips and delighted sweep of tongue, the two of them were lost in their own world, and Nigel was holding onto Adam’s scarf to pull him even closer with a husky chuckle.
Amused, Hannibal cleared his throat and noted, “You rang?”
Adam squeaked and jumped back looking embarrassed.
Nigel responded to this by grabbing him close again and giving his pert ass a fond squeeze. Raising his eyebrows and smirking, he greeted his twin, “Right you fucking are, Hanni. You’ll have to forgive me and Adam; anytime we have an extra few seconds to spare, that tends to happen.”
Hannibal chuckled, “I completely understand the sentiment. Please, won’t you come in?”
The Lecter brothers regarded one another with their own subtle sort of surprise. Hannibal had never seen Nigel looking so happy; he glowed with an obvious new lease on life. Heartbreak over the shattered marriage back in Romania was forgotten as a new love had made Nigel face the future with nothing but joy and gratitude.
Although Nigel was dressed in his usual semi-formal style, in a semi-translucent white shirt whose buttons had barely been bothered with, and dark jeans, he looked so truly refreshed that Hannibal was deeply happy for him.
And Nigel observed, with a knowing smile, that Hanni practically had domestic bliss oozing out of his pores, and it suited him. His twin had an attitude of easy confidence and manly competence which, combined with this relaxed new mood, made Hannibal look better than ever.
Casually, Nigel’s eyes traveled over his brother’s figure in his ever-crisp and coordinated clothes. So fucking elegant, yet now, comfortable in his own skin for once. He looked sexy. Meanwhile, Hannibal was admiring Adam, shaking his hand warmly and assuring him he was not offended in the least by the front-steps make-out session.
The dogs came padding up excitedly to greet the guests, and Adam introduced them all to Nigel, in the process relaxing. Hannibal seemed just as nice as Will had described, and after all, he had almost the same face as Nigel, which automatically made Adam comfortable in his presence. He had a feeling this was going to be a fun evening.
This was confirmed when Will came into the room and joined the pleasant conversation, immediately taking a liking to Hannibal’s devil-may-care brother with his rebellious charm. And the liking was very much reciprocated. Adam was the most exceptionally perfect creature on the earth, no doubt about it, but his brother - not shockingly, but still, wow – was fucking gorgeous as well.
Will’s slightly more mature appearance, with a beard and more defined musculature, fascinated Nigel as much as the mischievous spark he saw in those enticing blue eyes. He noticed that Adam looked at Will like he hung the fucking moon, and wondered exactly how far that admiration went, or could go…either way, it was sexy and got Nigel horny again.
“A truly exquisite boy you have there, brother,” said Hannibal, giving Nigel a glass of fine red wine and enjoying one for himself. They watched the brothers playing with the dogs in the main room, noticing how youthful and sweet Adam and Will were together.
“I can’t fucking believe that angel is mine, Hanni,” Nigel marveled. A first sip of the wine proved it was velvety, with flavors of dark berries. “And you’ve done pretty fucking well for yourself, eh? Look at that naughty little minx you’ve landed. I bet he’s a handful in the sack, isn’t he?”
“You’ve deduced correctly,” Hannibal smiled, amused and certainly a bit aroused by Nigel’s line of thinking.
He did not need to be able to separate out and name each individual reason why his blood was running hot while tingles of anticipatory pleasure had begun to distract him. The night would show him all of its shining possibilities in time.
“And would I be right to suggest that your Adam is also much more of a ‘handful’ than his innocent demeanor would imply?” Hannibal watched as Will and Adam play-wrestled, unable to resist the rather pornographic scenarios flickering over his creative mind’s eye. Wouldn’t those beautiful twins look divine, locked in the deepest embrace nature could allow? And wouldn’t he love to watch? To join in while Nigel did as well? Oh, yes.
For now, he announced that dinner was ready and everyone went to the table to enjoy it. The conversation flowed as easily as the wine. After dessert, while noticing with approval that they were all a bit “buzzed,” Hannibal concocted a wicked little scheme.
More than one acquaintance from Hannibal’s eventful life had referred to him as “the devil” and on such occasions as this, he could not deny the accusation, but merely revel in its accuracy. For who could imagine better schemes of entertainment than the devil, especially when one’s guests for the evening were so very appealing?
“Aren’t there a few card games in your drawer, Will, the table by the bed?” Hannibal asked with a practiced, fake-casual tone that his lover immediately picked up on.
“Um, yeah…” Will shrugged, enticed by Hannibal’s sinful expression without understanding why the random and half-forgotten assortment of games in his disorganized drawer had brought this on. “Did you want to play a game?”
“Well, what better way to continue the delightful process of getting to know each other?” Hannibal beamed, opening another bottle of wine as Nigel and Adam made themselves cozy on a couch nearby.
He poured four more glasses of deep maroon wine and kept wearing that same devilish expression, making Will laugh in adoring confusion.
“Just be careful, Han, you know I get pretty fucking competitive over card games.” Nigel laughed unapologetically. “And Adam here can count cards, naturally. Good thing I’ve left my life of crime mostly in the past, or we’d clean Vegas out in no time together.”
“I would not be amenable to that idea, Nigel,” Adam scoffed, smiling at Nigel’s silliness, “Given that shortly after beginning it, we would be caught by casino security and have an unpleasant experience. We’re better off here, even without tangible winnings.”
“There are all kinds of tangible winnings to be had in this life,” Will remarked, showing off the more sophisticated attitude which he had adopted since his Becoming.
The same Will who loved rustic living, his dogs and fishing, the same Will who remained kind, sensitive and much more down-to-earth than his snobbish, cultured lover, had also become so familiar with his darker urges that he could be quite the gentleman himself, in his own seductively dangerous way.
Nigel glanced at Will, who looked back through lowered lashes, right before Adam caught Will’s eye with a shy smile and pink cheeks, sending a shiver of that same old, irrational arousal though Will immediately. He’d always found Adam to be so transcendently beautiful and desperately endearing, so devoted to him, and had resisted the temptation to suggest acting on this deep bond of theirs in a more physical way. But the thought had never gone away. It didn’t make Will’s horny mood any less urgent that Hannibal was up to no good and looking sexy as hell about it, while his twin brother Nigel provided a roguish wild card flourish to the gathering which was also delicious.
Adam watched as Hannibal returned and sat in a chair across from them, and there was admiration in his bashful gaze, noticing that Nigel’s brother was distractingly handsome and that he was so sophisticated, but with a rumble of something dark and dangerous under the polished surface.
Will looked so good that night, too, Adam’s beloved, worshiped Will, who had starred in quite a few illicit fantasies which the younger twin had kept secret from the object of his incestuous obsession.
Having all of them together like this was getting Adam heated in a way he had not anticipated, and he knew it was not only because the wine had him feeling luxurious and open.
“I hope you’ll forgive me the mischievous flight of fancy, gentlemen, but I couldn’t resist after finding this in Will’s collection.”
Hannibal displayed a card game of Truth or Dare, and everyone chorused in groans at the cheesiness. An undercurrent of that same naughtier curiosity was still quite palpable, however, confirming to Hannibal he’d made the appropriate choice of games.
“Oh, that old thing,” Will laughed, “Beverly gave me that for my birthday. She said I should ‘live a little’ and this would be a good start.”
“A game of chance would make an appropriate ice-breaker,” Adam enthused, fascinated at the prospect. “I’ll try not to let the unknowable possibilities interfere with my enjoyment or in yours.”
“My dear boy, you needn’t be concerned,” Hannibal assured him. “And Nigel, I don’t think your notorious competitive streak will be an issue either. Will…I am not sure you examined the fine print upon receiving Ms. Katz’s generous gift.”
“What do you mean?” Will set his drink down, absent-mindedly licking his lips, tasting wine and deepening intrigue. He had the sensation that all three of the other men were gazing at him as he went over to Hannibal and took a closer look at the cards. The intensity of the attention made him pleasantly nervous.
“Oh, come on! Really, Hannibal?” Will laughed and displayed for the others the instruction booklet, which in larger letters than on the box displayed the subtitle: Truth or Dare: Naughty Couples’ Edition.
“Well, that’s pretty fucking intriguing, baby bro,” Nigel said, his already heightened attention moving up another notch on the horny scale.
“I thought so as well. And Will, you cannot blame me for the nature of the game. It is your game, after all.” Hannibal smirked.
“The game is for couples, but there are four of us,” Adam said, his brow adorably furrowed. “So how can we play it?”
“The same way,” Hannibal explained breezily, shuffling the cards.
“But with double the fun,” Nigel added, winking at his twin.
The other twins looked at each other, their puzzled expressions turning into more interested and curious ones. Will winked at Adam, and Adam turned a darker shade of pink.
Will’s attention was always so overwhelming, so admiring and flattering…he could never really believe that his handsome brother who knew so much and took such good care of him found Adam to be worth that admiration and time. He always had time for Adam, listened to all of his twin’s troubles and comforted him, came around with a fun distraction if Adam needed to break out of a bad mood. Trusted Adam with all of his secrets, knowing his twin would never betray him or judge him as anything but one hundred percent perfect.
Nigel had noticed how perfect Will was, and Adam could tell, but it didn’t make him jealous. It gave him a new desire to, well, experiment, he supposed? With…maybe Nigel and Will, showing him…attention…like in a few of his favorite porn movies where there were multiple partners and everyone had fun together, um, but in real life…he turned from dark pink to red and swallowed hard.
Was he the only one thinking this, or was he picking up on the same vibe given off by the others, even, even Hannibal? Adam wouldn’t mind expanding the fantasy to include Nigel’s mysterious and alluring twin, that was for sure.
The focus had shifted onto Adam, as Will, Nigel and Hannibal locked eyes on him, seeing how Adam had pressed sweaty palms to his knees, looking every inch the corruptible, sweet boy in that nerdy sweater with his hair so neatly combed back.
Nigel took Adam’s hand and squeezed it. “I’m game, so to speak, if you are, darling. Only if you are. The love of my fucking life always gets first say.”
“I am game, Nigel,” Adam blurted with a pleasant anxiety. “Very much so.”
“Mylimasis?” Hannibal looked coyly at his lover, earning a smirk from Will, who had by now figured out what he was up to, and while wholly agreeing with the idea, had to accuse him of being such a sly rascal in his own debonair way.
“Of course, Hannibal.” Will gave Dr. Lecter his sluttiest, soft smile with wide sapphire eyes and raised eyebrows to further stoke the fire of Hannibal’s already obvious desire. “Won’t you take the first turn, since it was your idea?”
“I would be only too delighted.”
He passed Will the cards and the younger man read with amusement, “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare, I think,” was Hannibal’s definitely not surprising response, within a second.
“Okay, then…” Will put the stack of truth cards down on the table and picked a random one from the dare pile. “This says, ‘I dare you to take your shirt off.’”
“That’s not a problem,” Hannibal said, all too delighted to comply, almost as much as his companions enjoyed the show.
He unbuttoned and slowly took off his waistcoat, then his shirt, revealing a mouth-watering, gorgeous physique, a broadly muscular body with a small waist and soft stomach. His hairy chest and already hard nipples were also quite intriguing enough to make everyone glad this had been the first dare.
“Well done, baby bro,” Nigel congratulated him, a sinful admiration blazing in his eyes. “Why don’t you go next, Will?”
Will nodded, kind of drooling over his shirtless lover, forcing his attention back to the game as he passed the cards down to Adam. “I think I’ll stick with ‘truth’ for now,” he chuckled.
“What’s…” Adam turned even redder and giggled, hiding his face. “Um, it’s so…I can’t say it.”
“Go on, baby, you’ll sound so sexy saying whatever dirty things are on that card.” Nigel nudged Adam’s knee with his own and put an arm around his boy, kissing his forehead, then his cheek. Precious baby. He would always take care of his angel.
“Okay, it says…” Adam kept his face ducked like someone was pulling a bee stinger out of his arm. “It says, ‘what’s the riskiest place you’ve ever fucked? Details, please.’”
“Fuck, baby,” Nigel murmured, biting Adam’s ear lightly, sliding his hand up and down the boy’s arm possessively. “You’re the hottest thing going.”
“Well, let me think,” Will mused, turned on in so many different ways it was enjoyably confusing. “I guess…it would be the time I went down on Hannibal under the table at this fancy restaurant. I warmed him through one whole course while he ate, looking all calm and telling the waitress I’d stepped out to make a phone call. Then he started fucking my mouth and I had to take it nice and quiet until he came down my throat and gripped my hair so hard I was sure he was going to tear it out. But he didn’t,” Will smiled at the memory as Hannibal regarded him proudly.
“Oh, my goodness,” Adam managed to remark, feeling even sweatier. “You two are certainly an adventurous couple.”
“I’m impressed, but mind you, Star, there’s no one who outdoes you when it comes to making me feel adventurous. Gorgeous.”
“Nigel…you’re gorgeous, too…” Adam kissed Nigel and found that instead of calming him down, the taste of his lover’s lips only riled him up more.
“And it’s your turn,” Will reminded his lover’s twin.
Nigel chuckled, “Alright then, I’ll take whichever my angel says is more interesting out of the next cards, whether it’s truth or dare.”
Adam laughed and examined the cards with another shiver of arousal. “I think…uuhh, this dare…’I dare you to smack my butt five times, right here.’”
“An exquisite choice, Adam,” Hannibal complimented as Will agreed, climbing into Hannibal’s lap with a subtle touch of his hand that confirmed the older man was hard, just like he was. The way Nigel was sitting with an uncomfortable posture made it clear he was in the same state, and Adam must be, too, given the breathy sighs he was letting out.
Nigel positioned him, kneeling on the couch with his cute rear end sticking out. “I think we’d better do it right if we’re going to do it, don’t you think, baby?”
“Nigel, it’s…the card doesn’t say that part…”
Nigel paused with his hands on the fastening of Adam’s trousers. “Okay, we don’t have to…”
“Please keep going,” Adam begged, hiding his face in embarrassment while desperately pleased at what was happening.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect, it kind of kills me,” Nigel marveled. He undid Adam’s pants and slowly slid them down, revealing the younger man’s gorgeously round and perky ass to the others. “Isn’t he perfect, my angel?”
“You’re amazing, Adam,” Will said, knowing Hannibal didn’t mind and was encouraging this line of thinking. His lover kept massaging him, teasing Will gently in all his favorite ways. “Don’t you think my brother is incredibly sexy, Hannibal?”
The absolute sin in Will’s sultry tone had a dizzying effect on the others.
“I certainly do, darling. Adam is beautiful, and his saucy behavior certainly calls for the result he is about to receive.”
Adam moaned at Will and Hannibal complementing his naked ass while Nigel caressed him, slowly massaging and squeezing the soft cheeks. Then he told Adam to count with him like a good boy and gave him a firm spanking, five times, with his big, strong hands. They did this regularly and it always thrilled Adam, but this time was special.
“He takes it so well,” Will said, sucking in a breath at the erotic sight. He didn’t know what had him going more, Nigel’s expertly dominating style and huge, beautiful hands administering the discipline, or Adam innocently clinging to the couch and displaying his pale, smooth ass for their approval and Nigel’s “punishment.”
“Oh, Nigel, it feels so good,” Adam sighed ecstatically, “I love it.”
“That’s a good boy, baby,” Nigel soothed, loving when his boy got a little over-excited from his discipline. Adam really thrived on the loss of control and he got off on pain when it was applied just right.
After a look over at the other game players convinced Nigel the suggestion would be more than welcome, he asked, “Adam, it didn’t specify which of us had to spank you five times. Do you think that means we’re each supposed to spank you?”
“It might,” Adam started to tremble, and rested one pink cheek atop his hands, daring to look at Hannibal and Will. The thought of them spanking him made his head spin. He loved being able to let go of his worries and feel this safe, even exploring such uncharted sexual territory. “I mean, I don’t mind, if you think that’s the correct interpretation of the prompt.”
“I do think that’s accurate, sweetheart. And that you could use the extra attention, that little bit more pain. Am I right?”
Adam grinned as if Nigel had given him a free pass to the astronomy museum. “Yes, Nigel. You really know me." Such a precious, irreplaceable feeling, being known that way. "You understand me so well.”
“Awww, anything for you, angel. I love spoiling you. Boys?”
“Happy to help,” Will smirked, rolling up his sleeves, making Adam hide his face. All these years, desiring each other but repressing the feeling…now something was happening! Adam tried and failed to control his raging heartbeat or the way he was letting soft whimpers fall into his trembling fingers.
“It would not truly count as playing the game to cut around the rules,” Hannibal added, quite academically, simply steeling himself for the upcoming test of his resistance to ending the game with a more overt outburst. He had no shirt sleeves to roll up, after all.
“Okay, Adam.” Will kissed his brother on the forehead, breathing in his scent of sensible soap and a nice gingery shampoo. “You ready, honey?”
He was so excited, his southern accent had crept back in, and his voice was shaking. His palms absolutely itched to get all over that soft, curvy ass.
“So ready, Will. You’re the best brother I could ever hope for.” His smile was so pure, but his eyes showed an ache, an itch finally about to be scratched.
“You’re beautiful,” Will exhaled sharply as his hand finally made intimate conduct with his twin’s body, stroking and gently massaging his ass. There were a few dark pink handprints left from Nigel, which also aroused Will, making him want to get Nigels discipline sometime, too. “So perfect.” For now, he was focused on Adam, and giving his brother what he needed.
“One!” Adam cried out happily, clutching the couch cushions as Will’s hand landed hard on his stinging flesh. “Two! Oh, Will, yes…yes…”
As he continued obediently counting, Adam could hardly recall the time when he felt so pathetic and unwanted, too peculiar to be loved unless he could make himself perfect. Here were three beautiful and brilliant men who thought Adam Raki could not be more perfect, just the way he was.
Like Nigel, Will paused between spanks to rub and caress Adam’s precious, pale skin and say he loved this good boy so much.
“This is beyond fucking hot, boys, you’re really getting me going over here,” Nigel groaned, not touching himself, but sporting a huge erection under his pants.
“And me as well,” Hannibal smiled, so very pleased. “I believe it’s my turn now.”
It was Hannibal’s chance now to give Adam’s perky ass a good, strong spanking five times, hearing the boy yelp out his name, which was quite enough to ensure that Hannibal’s cock went from semi-erect to painfully hard. Adam’s smooth skin was so warm from all the other spankings, and the way his body quivered with joy every time Hannibal’s large hand collided roughly with his vulnerable flesh made the older man growl.
“This is indeed a wonderfully lovely and well-behaved boy, Nigel.” Hannibal was breathing kind of hard, and the sight of his lover disheveled made Will moan, especially because of what had gotten him this worked up.
All of their desires were mixing together and it was the most intense, hot sensation Will had ever experienced.
“I guess it’s time for the next card, then,” Adam suggested once Nigel had drawn him into his lap for some always-necessary post-spanking snuggles. Hannibal and Will both kissed Adam’s cheek softly and played with his hair as well.
“I have an idea,” Nigel put in, “What if we keep the order of who asks who, random…”
“We would create a less predictable outcome of gameplay.” Hannibal nodded his approval. “How intriguing.” His eyes glittered as they only did when he was in his most depraved mood, and he subtly licked his lips, looking around at all three of his companions.
“You bet your ass it’s intriguing, Hanni. So sit it down and let’s see…why don’t you try asking me a question, then?”
Nigel grinned, “Truth or Dare.”
On his lap, a wriggly, happy Adam watched in suspense.
“I think the Dare component of the game will reveal the Truth well enough.” Hannibal was back in his chair, with Will settled on the arm of it. They were all so content, yet thrilled in each other’s company, and all knew this would probably not be the last time they played this game.
“Alright then, Dare it is, brother, dear.” Nigel ruffled Adam’s chocolate curls and picked up the first card in the stack. “Oh, fuck.”
Even Nigel blushed a little. He turned the card around and showed it to the others; Adam had already seen it and squeaked again.
“‘I dare you to kiss me on the mouth, with tongue, for thirty seconds.’”
The Lecter brothers locked gazes with the most sensuous, lazy, matching smiles. Encouraged by the obviously enchanted body language of their boys, they met in the middle of the couch, then Hannibal clasped his brother’s face in his hands. Nigel angled his face and leaned in, brushing their noses together, then teasing Hannibal with the barest touch of his lips and tongue.
Hannibal growled again, louder than before, and kissed his brother insistently, claiming his lips with scorching fervor. Nigel moaned and slipped in his tongue, tasting his twin and drowning in the sensation, the way they knew each other so well that it was effortless to give pleasure or anticipate a desire. He bit Hannibal’s lower lip and then flicked their tongues together, starting another passionate kiss, all the more powerful for Hannibal’s quickened breaths, the sloppier movements of their mouths and the warm, slick way they felt together.
“That,” Will said gruffly, “Was a lot longer than thirty seconds. And I am not complaining.”
“Me either,” Adam moaned, biting his lip, barely rubbing his hand against his cock, trying so hard not to go too far with it before anyone else did. He wanted to let the game keep building up, but the sight of Nigel kissing his twin like that, with shameless abandon, made Adam’s cock throb.
“And so,” Hannibal smirked, “I believe that makes it your turn, Will.”
Will looked at Adam discerningly. His heart pounded. Oh, the things he’d like to do with all three of them. His brother was so damn cute, it made him crazy. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare, please,” Adam said eagerly, like the number one student in a class who couldn’t help raising his hand and chanting “ooh ooh, I know,” at every question the teacher asked.
“That’s my sexy boy,” Nigel purred.
“I dare you,” said Will boldly, displaying the card, “To give me a lap dance.”
***
You could have heard a pin drop.
It stayed quiet, except, as it seemed to Adam, for the sound of his heart pounding like a thousand oceans in his ears, in his chest. Nigel smiled in excited encouragement, even though Adam knew he was very erect by now and must be in painful need of attention and release. His first concern was Adam’s enjoyment, and second, of course, the show he was about to drink in as an audience member to his lover’s debauchery.
Hannibal kept it even cooler; only a thin sheen of sweat revealed how hot his blood ran internally. He stared with laser-sharp focus at the scene unfolding before his lustful eyes. Soon Dr. Lecter, the foremost among them of self control, was gripping his own knees and fighting tooth and nail against the urge to stroke his rigid cock.
Will sat invitingly with his legs spread; Adam went to him with a shy smile, in love with the way his brother treated him like the most beautiful prince in the world, showered him in attention which now had taken on a new form. He couldn’t be quite as worried as he normally would be at having to do…a lap dance, of all things (him, Adam Raki?!) Maybe that was a result of finally knowing there were people who would love to see him do such a thing, feeling himself the object of ceaseless admiration and lust from all three men, reveling in the glow of affirmation.
Then there was Will, obviously aroused with his lips slightly parted, his handsome face expectant with a loving smile, arms outstretched. They didn’t need music for this, just the melody and rhythm in their feelings and the way Adam moved. In his own mind, it was quite easy to apply a sultry if generic jazz standard, following the beat and slide of the song as he swayed, attempting a gentle dance on the way to Will’s lap.
After the spanking, Adam had gotten back in his underwear and jeans, just for neatness’ sake, but without putting much thought into it at the time.
Now, there was Adam in his typical sweater, his gingham button-up shirt and nicest jeans, as if this stripper’s act was “nerd cosplay.” He laughed softly at the thought and kept shimmying now that he stood before his twin, heart thundering again at the deep desire in Will’s eyes. Staring at his brother’s lips, Adam pulled his sweater off and then folded it up before placing it on the couch. He also had to be careful, despite still dancing a bit while carrying it out, that he did the same with his jeans.
While unbuttoning his shirt, he kept swaying his hips and shaking his ass a bit, and the other men were making it highly obvious they appreciated the performance. Aside from the thick silence of sexual tension between them all, and highlighted by Adam’s closeness to Will at the moment, the only sounds were the low growls, moans and curses evoked from the others.
Now he was down to his boxers, which were tight (more so now that he was quite hard; the front of the underwear were also damp, his pre cum had soaked through the images of stars and planets on the material. They were a gift from Nigel, of course; so thoughtful, so never endingly fond of seeing his boy in sexy attire.
Nigel spoiled him, and so did Will. Hannibal seemed directly inclined to the same, and Adam loved to be spoiled, praised, adored. He felt like golden light was shining all over his skin, illogical and outlandish though the metaphorical imagery might seem.
“There you go, darlin’,” Will drawled invitingly, his voice warm as syrup pouring over Adam’s senses, sticky and sweet. The way he sounded made Hannibal let out a soft gasp, joined by Nigel’s quiet, profound groan when Adam did a little turn to show off his slender, lovely body, hugged by the tight boxers, the plushness of his ass and the impressive bulge of his hard cock all too obvious.
“C’mere, baby, show me that sexy dance some more.” Will helped Adam climb onto his lap and straddle him. The younger twin put his arms around Will’s neck and they smiled at each other – until Adam rolled his hips, grinding down on his brother. Then they both moaned, loudly, echoed by their captivated audience.
Adam had been dragged by former co-workers to strip clubs occasionally in the past, and he remembered some of the moves pretty well. He had not, in fact, enjoyed receiving a lap dance at those places because it seemed too uncomfortable to pay someone in order to get aroused and then not come. Confusing, even. Still, this was so different, and he had a feeling the evening was not going to end in a similar let-down. He was glad he had a good memory of the…choreography he had experienced from those strippers.
He slipped off Will’s lap and danced between his legs, rubbing his ass against his brother’s rock hard cock, which was so sensitive by now that Adam’s occasional, slight friction made Will go positively wild. “Oh, God, fuck Adam, you feel good…” Nervous, needy hands, the ones which had always guided and loved Adam so well, now framed his hips and grabbed on, letting him feel the pressure of a firmer touch.
“Sir,” Adam giggled, “You’re not allowed to touch, you know.”
Will laughed, “My mistake, sorry, baby,” and dropped his hands. Adam grinned, turning around and giving a few more beguiling rubs of his body against Will’s, straddling him again. He was really finding his rhythm now, but he had to stop before either of them climaxed; coming from this act had not been written on the card.
Biting his lip and feeling how his eyes filled with tears of pleasure but also deprivation, Adam climbed off and gave them all a bow, before returning to sit on Nigel’s lap.
“That was exquisitely beautiful and unforgettable, boys,” Hannibal said huskily.
“Fuck yes,” Nigel said, shivering, gripping his boy’s side. “I can’t say I’ll be able to keep my head in this game much longer, Hanni. You?”
“Close to my breaking point as well,” Hannibal replied. “At which point I think we can indulge in open-ended gameplay, sans written prompts. Four players, four winners. Does that appeal to you boys as well?”
Will and Adam, who in their submissive mindsets had no problem and the most exultant joy in being called “boys” by the two daddies, nodded. “Yes, please,” they said, almost in perfect unison.
“Such good boys,” Hannibal reflected, darkness making his eyes look predatory. His body language was tense; he was just as hard and needy as the others, despite his serene demeanor.
“We’re so fucking lucky, I’ll tell you, baby brother,” Nigel sighed, “Now, then, I can’t fucking remember whose turn it even is. My blood flow is contributing less and less to my brain by the second if you catch my fucking drift.”
“That we do,” Will said with a sly smile, shamelessly looking over Nigel’s firm body and hard cock, thick under his trousers.
“I think it is your turn, Nigel, and you should be asking me, if you like.” Hannibal gave his brother an X-rated look, and Nigel reached for the cards right away, almost dropping them.
“Careful, Nigel,” Adam said attentively, helping his lover to gather the cards back up when they slipped. “I can’t wait to see what will be next.”
“Same here. Knowing of course that Hanni is an exhibitionist who has already eschewed the whole fucking Truth thing, I shall then select a Dare card. Correct?” Nigel smirked seductively at his twin, who nodded looking just as pleased.
“Let’s see…Oh, fuck, whoever made up this game wasn’t messing about. This one says, ‘I dare you to go down on me for one minute.’”
The lustily incestuous suggestion again even made Nigel blush, but Hannibal just brushed a kiss to Will’s cheek, checking and confirming with a meaningful look that Will was far from jealous or offended. In fact, Will was watching and letting out soft moans, much like his brother; a double act which was certain to get them a firm response from the Lecter twins in due time.
Although it was their responsibility to keep time, Will and Adam moved closer and laced their fingers together, Adam resting his head on Will’s shoulder with a baby-soft sigh. This was the most they could do while still being able to note the time and enjoy the following show, but it felt so damn amazing to finally be open with their desire for one another.
“I would be lying if I said this was the first time I had considered this,” Hannibal said as he got down on his knees in front of Nigel, unfastening his brother’s pants without another delay. “I’m so eager to taste you, brother.”
“Fuck, Hanni,” Nigel panted, running a hand through his own hair with a tug to stave off his mounting tension.
He lifted up to let Hannibal get his jeans and black briefs off, and then everyone got an eyeful of Nigel’s powerful, thick cock standing to bold attention, pre-cum beading the head. The excess of arousal was making Nigel desperate; the second Hannibal barely lowered his lips, it was all he could do not to thrust right into his mouth. But he did his best, swearing and grunting in the effort, to play the game properly.
Hannibal made hard eye contact and slid his tongue up the full length of Nigel’s engorged dick, and then swallowed him down expertly, tasting the pearly, bitter essence of his twin’s lust with an approving groan. Meanwhile, Nigel’s head flew back against the couch and his hand shot to Hannibal’s hair, latching onto the silvery locks tightly.
“Fuck-fuck-fuck– Hannibal–”
The man in question pulled his mouth off his brother’s aching dick with an obscene popping sound, letting saliva keep dripping down Nigel’s hot flesh. Pumping his brother slowly, Hannibal asked with lowered lashes and concentration, “Have you thought about me in this way as well?”
“Fuck, yeah, lots of times – Jesus!” Hannibal felt very encouraged by Nigel’s response and decided to make this one of the best minutes of the slightly older twin’s life.
He swirled his tongue around the head again while keeping his tight grip and stroking, and then he savored Nigel’s cock with indulgent sucks, several times moving his face forward and deep throating. The time ran out before Nigel came, but only just barely.
“I– ahhh, fuck, oh, I can’t…” Nigel trembled and grabbed at the couch as his brother grinned, licking his lips instead of wiping his mouth off.
Politely, Hannibal returned to his seat, taking in the sight of two blue eyed, curly haired twins holding hands, breathing hard and moaning, and his brother, panting and even harder than before, close to a total loss of control. How very promising; things were going better than he had expected even in his most decadently sinful fantasies.
“Nigel, how would you like to issue a dare to Will?” Hannibal folded his hands in front of his legs and leaned forward.
“I’d fucking love to,” Nigel said raggedly, “Will, baby, you want it?”
“I do.” Will gave Nigel a wicked, slightly bratty grin and squeezed Adam’s hip.
“Fuck,” Nigel sighed, rolling his eyes back, “I could come at any moment just from looking at you two touching each other. Hanni, you are much too good at sucking cock, jesus fucking – okay.” He managed to procure another dare card for Will.
The orderly taking of “turns” had somewhat devolved into a near-chaotic and greedy attempt to provide each possible pairing a chance to go, before every remaining boundary broke down.
“Will, I dare you…” Nigel managed to read the card with some difficulty, “Oh, this is a pass card. It says I have to put this aside and then give Will the deck so he can dare me something.”
He gave Will the cards and their fingers brushed, sending electricity down both of their spines while their partners watched with breathless anticipation.
“Okay, then,” Will cleared his throat. He’d barely recovered from Adam’s lap dance, and this was certainly a new challenge. Nigel was so sexy, so naughty and wearing the fact so proudly on his sleeve. He made Will want the dirtiest things.
“This dare is…ohhhhhkay, so, it says…” After glancing nervously around at the group, Will summoned the ability to finish, “‘I dare you to eat my ass.’”
“Is there a time limit?” Hannibal asked curiously.
“N-no,” Will shivered, already undoing his pants and starting to shove them down. Adam helped, smiling as he pulled his older brother’s grey briefs down to show his round, smooth ass.
“Mmm,” Nigel grinned, “Why don’t we set this at a minute as well, if you gentlemen will be so good as to keep track. Otherwise, one of us just might blow. The game doesn’t seem half fucking over yet to me, does it to you?”
“Definitely not,” Will laughed nervously, posed over the couch much like Adam had been, except that he presented with his ass at a lower position, just right for Nigel to easily get his mouth on.
“I don’t plan to abandon gameplay until dawn breaks, and possibly not then, unless one or more of us should black out,” Hannibal said frankly.
“That’s the fucking spirit, Hanni,” Nigel agreed with a wolfish smile.
He grabbed Will’s ass with a rough grope that made Adam whimper at the sight, murmuring, “Nigel, that’s so sexy…I want to see you put your mouth on my brother…”
“Oh, baby,” Nigel answered thickly, kneeling down and holding Will steady, “I thought you’d never ask.”
He licked in a few broad swipes over Will’s hole, moaning in appreciation of the taste, and Will immediately moaned, “Nigel, oh God–”
“Mmm,” Nigel said dreamily, holding Will’s cheeks apart so he could bury his face deeper, licking and lapping. He gently pushed the tip of his tongue in, getting even more excited and dedicated to the act while making Will curse and sputter his name.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Will,” he said, pulling back with wet lips to grin at the younger man, right before he really went back to town for another thirty seconds.
“That’s time,” Adam said, “But you can keep going if you want.”
“Hmm.” Nigel smirked and gave Will a little bonus spank. “All good things in time, angel. I think it’s your turn to ask my baby brother to do something daring.”
“Oh, okay,” Adam said, smiling and jittery. Hannibal was imposing; he was smooth, confident and deadly. Adam quivered at the thought of his touch, his masterful kiss, his sex. It was almost too much to imagine having both brothers touch him, and when he remembered that Will would be there, too, he felt a bit faint.
He was feeling confident by now, knowing he was truly wanted, and with an elated, high feeling from everything they had done so far. So Adam was bold as he read out with crisp clarity. “Hannibal. I dare you…” He turned the card over, looking flushed, but very happy, “‘To fuck me doggy-style for one minute.’”
Nigel sighed, “Oh, fuck, Hanni, that’s not even fair. This game is trying to kill us. Only a minute?”
“I can only try to follow the rules,” Hannibal said, looking slightly doubtful he had the wherewithal to stop so fast by this time. “Adam, do you like being ordered what to do, like your brother Will does?”
“Yes, I love it, Hannibal.” Adam smiled innocently, all big puppy dog eyes and soft curls, but with his sexy body stripped down to almost nothing. Everyone stared at him wantonly. Being objectified was a lot nicer than he would have guessed.
“Perfect. Then take off those adorable little underpants and bend over the chair for me. The instructions did not specify properly, so I’ll take the liberty of preparing you as you deserve.”
He sighed at the way Adam looked, completely obedient and ready to be fucked by his lover’s brother, in front of his lover. Meanwhile, Will swore coarsely and writhed on the couch as Hannibal softly caressed Adam’s ass and began to lick at his tight, pink hole.
Adam moaned in bliss and Hannibal was just as happy, adopting a deliberate rhythm in his licks, laps and thrusts, knowing how to make a good boy relax his body for the taking. “That’s a very good boy, Adam. I’ve wanted to get inside you since the first time Will showed me your photograph. Even then, I envisioned it just like this, with all four of us participating.”
“Yes, it feels right this way,” Adam sighed, smiling as Hannibal slicked his opening with lube, which Will had gotten from the bed area behind them, grinning in encouragement.
Hannibal sank his index finger into Adam with a grunt of arousal at his tightness, how smooth and warm he was inside. His sweet cries and adorable, blushing face. Just begging to be fucked nice and hard by a thick cock, and Hannibal was more than pleased to oblige the boy’s needs.
Once he had opened Adam enough by scissoring his big fingers in and feeling how gradually, the boy’s muscles allowed him just enough room to slide in and out easily, Hannibal crooked two fingers up to brush his prostate and enjoy his panicked cry of pleasure. And then, of course, Adam was ready.
“Oh,” Hannibal moaned as his throbbing cock sank slowly, firmly into Adam’s tight, shivering, perfect little body. “Oh, Adam…”
“Perfect, isn’t he?” Nigel said, wistful and profanely turned on at the same time.
“I can see that,” Will said in a gritty tone, staring in disbelief and too much arousal to stand, but he breathed through it somehow. “Fuck. You two look unbelievable together. Does my daddy’s big cock feel nice deep inside you, Adam, baby? Wanna get fucked harder now?”
Adam panted out in a kittenish “yes, yes, yes, please–” and held onto the chair for dear life as Hannibal leaned over him to lay a kiss on the shell of his ear and ask, “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” Adam looked at him pleadingly.
The alarm on Will’s watch beeped rudely. Will looked at it in annoyance, unstrapped it and tossed it aside. “I think we’d better forget about timing things now,” he insisted.
“Couldn’t agree more, gorgeous.” Nigel did two things quickly: first, he threw the remaining cards up in the air and they cascaded chaotically around before littering the floor, already forgotten.
Then he looked at Will ferociously. “Lie down right there, nice and close to your daddy and my boy. You ready, bad boy? Hmm?”
“Yes, Nigel,” Will said, fluttering his eyelashes with a coquettish smirk.
He sat on the couch, then opened his legs wide, trembling, undone by the sounds of Hannibal now slamming hard into Adam while his twin mewled, lost in indescribable ecstasy. And by Nigel, whose owning stare claimed his body before Will had felt him inside. This man knew how to eye fuck, and it was enough to make Will’s cock twitch, releasing another few drops of pre-cum as he moaned.
Nigel had speared Will open and ready so well with his tongue just minutes ago, that the younger man needed nothing more than a few more wet strokes of the same delicious treatment, followed by a generous amount of lube all over them both, before Hannibal’s twin could push his huge cock into him.
The older Lecter twin gripped Will’s hips hard and slid in and out slowly a few times, watching his brother fuck Adam, meeting each of the other men’s eyes in turn, every depraved detail of their interchanging gazes making him wild with lust. They were like a beautiful symphony of moaning and slapping skin, the sounds of each man’s name whined, panted or grunted and growled, Adam and Will both getting spanked almost as hard as they were fucked.
“You feel fucking amazing, Will,” Nigel groaned deeply, lifting Will’s legs up high and shoving his cock in even harder. He ignited such pleasure in Will from hitting his prostate again and again - that he got to claim the first hard, cursing, wild orgasm of the night.
Nigel spanked the boy again for the way Will’s body gripped his cock even tighter as sticky seed flowed from Will’s own dick, all over his smooth, pretty stomach.
“Perfect time to switch,” he grinned, an animal now with messy hair, his body covered in sweat. He ripped off his one remaining garment, his shirt, and kissed Hannibal with bruising roughness as the partner pairings changed.
“Get on your fucking knees for me, Hannibal,” Nigel ordered, voice wrecked by now, between the brutal way their lips had collided while tongues tangled, and the cries he’d been letting out while fucking Will, watching Hannibal fuck Adam.
Hannibal, who knew what was good for him, just grinned playfully and made no argument. He positioned himself on the rug, just as ordered, and Nigel spat on his hole before eating his ass with such abandon that Hannibal gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase on the floor.
Meanwhile, Will was sucking Adam’s cock and moaning, Adam with his head thrown back and curls strewn haphazardly. They could all see everyone else, so that Will could watch Nigel pummeling Hannibal hard and deep while he slid into Adam’s already relaxed hole and moaned, “Adam, oh, God, baby – so good – so good!”
Will lost his mind a little, especially as Adam cried his name with such total worship, such mind-blown arousal. He fucked his brother doggy-style with all his might, splitting Adam in two on his cock, pulling Adam’s hair and then choking him, everything they’d always wanted. Hannibal gasped and let Nigel tear him to just as many pieces, shoved down to the floor flat while Nigel pumped into him relentlessly, squeezing and spanking his ass.
“Fuck, Hannibal, you’re gonna make me come,” Nigel bit out, red in the face and shaking from holding back. “You feel way too fucking good.”
“Adam,” Will panted, “I’m close too, so close baby…”
He pulled out of his brother with a long sigh, then got on his knees.
The older men understood the silent message, as Adam did, too. The boys knelt in front of their daddies and began licking their cocks in a wet, sloppy way, everyone pressed together and sopping wet, dripping. Adam and Will waited until they felt the tension had built to breaking, and then knelt there so prettily and opened their mouths wide.
Hannibal and Nigel both stroked themselves hard, fast, then came with ragged, loud gasps and groans, spilling their cum all over the boys, coating their hair, eyelashes, lips, just a completely beautiful mess in every way.
Then Adam and Will made out, still licking at Hannibal and Nigel, taking turns, giving the older men a few more profound jolts of pleasure. Brown curls were clutched and pulled hard, and two sets of brothers kissed again and again, as if they would never stop. Hands wandered over every muscle and curve long lusted for, fingers running down hot, sweat-sleek skin, and then in a blur of debauchery the boys found themselves again in the arms of their lovers.
Nigel laid Adam tenderly on the couch and fingered him while stroking his cock; nearby, with Will lying on the table, Hannibal was doing the same to his own boy, fingers sliding and then slamming in, finding the right spot repeatedly.
Will and Adam couldn’t tell if it was their cocks being stroked or their prostates pressed with those thick fingers that sent them flying over the edge, but they were a glorious sight to see when they came, Will for a second time with a heated cry of Hannibal’s name, Adam shivering with a frantic moan as several rounds of edging exploded into molten pleasure. They felt tingly, sore in the best ways, and floating for a while afterwards.
All four lovers curled up together, wrapping arms and legs wherever they seemed to fit best; in some way everyone was showing love to all three others.
Will seemed to be strewn over Hannibal’s hairy chest, his legs over Nigel, while Adam lay in a similar position from the other side, the younger brothers holding hands, the older ones alternating between lazily kissing each other and running languorous fingers through their boys’ curls.
The sexual tension of what had not yet been explored among them until this night was broken, yet underneath it lay a new world of heavenly delight to explore.
“I hope we didn’t lose any of those cards,” Adam yawned, kissing Nigel’s chest and squeezing Will’s hand, rubbing Hannibal’s arm with his cute toes.
“I fully fucking intend to look under every table and chair until they’re all found, angel,” Nigel laughed.
“We’ll help,” Will promised as Hannibal agreed, “Yes, indeed. After all, we barely made a dent in all the possible dares. Perhaps eventually we will even return to the Truth options…though it might take a while.”
“A long while,” Adam giggled.
Will lifted up, then flopped between the older men, spooned by Hannibal, facing his twin when Adam imitated him and lay in front of Nigel, eagerly scooped into a possessive embrace full of warm kisses and soft whispers of praise.
“My Will,” Hannibal sighed. Everyone was entirely content, warm and firm, blissful, drifting closer to sleep.
Will wriggled his ass back into the nook of Hannibal’s curved body and kissed Adam goodnight, aching and longing for the next time they could all get together for game night.