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“Won’t be a moment, sir.” The lady with the measuring tape and fabric samples disappeared back into the main area of the shop, closing the changing room curtain behind her.

Will couldn’t bring himself to speak. He hid his face in his hands and realized how hot his cheeks were burning.

“She won’t be long, Will.”

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” He looked at himself in the full length mirror before them and sighed at his almost naked self.

He stared hard at the eyes behind him, dark and pleasure filled at their current circumstance.

“Well, just know that your anniversary gift will far out weigh any trauma.” Hannibal stepped forward and started to adjust and pull at the peach, lace panties Will was wearing.

“Nnh.” He gave a grunt of annoyance but Hannibal was thrilled to notice Will’s skin prickle at his touch.

“These are very nice but I fear a little too pretty.” He smoothed his hand over the small beading detail at the hem and stroked up, over Will’s belly and higher to feel his nipples harden.

Will breathed deeply as he watched Doctor Lecter’s large hands in the mirror. They worked slowly, teasing and rubbing at him.

“Not here!” Will hissed, his own hands grabbing at Hannibal’s but he found he couldn’t call up the strength to resist when one dived down into his new knickers.

“Do you like them, Will?”

He gasped, head falling back onto Hannibal’s shoulder.

“I will buy every item in this shop, if that would please you.”

“No.” Will breathed.

“Just this pair then.”

“Hhhnn.”  Was Will’s quiet whine.

“Such a pretty girl, you are.”

“Ooh, Hannibal, please.” What a cruel tease, what nasty, soft palms, what a scolding, honey tone in his ear.

“We must find something to cover these.” Hannibal’s lips poured heat over Will’s neck as he pinched at his nipples. He groaned at the feeling of his lover’s behind pressing back against him.

“Hannibal.”

“Will?”

“Yes…”

“Will, are you ready to try on what has been chosen for you?”

Will shook his head, blinking hard as he saw Hannibal and the shop assistant standing at the changing room curtain. She had an armful of lingerie for him to choose from.

“Uh, um, yeah. Yeah, I’d love to.”

Hannibal’s lip quirked up at the response.

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 Thank you I ADORE Will in panties.