Teacups and Disorder

Beaming happily at the promises and the kisses, Huaisang returned the soft kisses, though most of his focus remained on the movements of his hands, seeking out tension in Hannibal's neck and coaxing it until it loosened. "If ... if anything ... ever happened, you're the dominant I'd want," he murmured, very quietly, scared to bring about the possibility by saying it. Tempting though it is, he much prefers keeping his own dominant status.