[ Yuri barely takes in what he's reading, just skimming his eyes over every page, his mind numb with want. Need. It's the same powerful urge he'd felt to submit to Cain, actually. Hmm. Yuri chews his lip briefly as Hannibal starts stroking his hair, eyes shifting to the side. In Russian: ]
You said I think of you as a surrogate Dominant. Does that bother you?
[A little smile crossed Hannibal's lips, and he began to put small braids into Yuri's hair. Not feminine ones, but ones like the warriors of old, who wore small braids as badges of honor.]
Not at all. I want you to have a steady guiding hand, while you search for another Dominant to take care of you, and meet your needs.
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You said I think of you as a surrogate Dominant. Does that bother you?
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Not at all. I want you to have a steady guiding hand, while you search for another Dominant to take care of you, and meet your needs.