Uncle Johnny

Hannibal saw the change within Spider as his sweet nothings peppered his ears. The partially albino beast was a master of seduction with his long white lashes fluttering and those hips swaying. He may was well be a mistress of the night at this point but his own potential to do so much more stopped him from doing so. Thus, chance encounters like these in which he could wrap a Wolf around his mud caked claws so easily gave him a thrill nothing else could. Of course the phantom was not so cruel for he actually cared for Spider in those moments and was determined to treat him nicely. To instill confidence in him for any lover of Hannibal was to not be so openly self-conscious. Hannibal had not future plans for the two after tonight nor did he wish to dwell but the beast figured this one not be some measly one night stand. After all Hannibal was in need of this tea Spider spoke of.

Not after long the shy boy slipped away and for a moment Hannibal felt a pang of pain. Was he leaving so soon? But, as they connected eyes once again a devious grin fell upon pink lips and the warm beast followed with ease. Hannibal hadn't a care in the world when it came to such acts. He would have bedded in the open chanting to the world about his triumph. Yet, he would soften as he stared into this oddball's eyes and comply completely. There was no reason to be a jackass in those moments and he could easily get on Spider's level to make him comfortable. All these fuzzy feelings were odd for the phantom due to his usual manipulative nature. But, he succumbed to it all while following Spider into the thicket to enjoy himself.