Jonathan moaned softly at Hannibal']s words, the images painted in his mind arousing both himself and Scarecrow, feeding life back into Jonathan as Scarecrow started to plot and to plan.
And Scarecrow knew the perfect toy to.
As Hannibal leaned in, Jonathan whimpered. The man's voice smoothing down his spine like a rich, firey ice cube. "Kiss you," Jonathan said honestly. "I would take your mouth as a staving man would take to a roasted goose. I would consume you, drinking you down and smothering your body with ever bite I could manage before I took you."