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The tension radiating off Will was palpable. His sat in the leather chair opposite Hannibal’s own, his back stiff and straight as though a steel rod ran though it. His jaw was clenched, tipped upward in a haughty little defiant angle that highlighted his jawline favorably. Hannibal’s eyes wandered the soft expanse of his throat, watching his delicious Adam’s apple bob with an angry swallow. Will didn’t like being… appreciated. Especially not since his jaunt in the BSHCI.
“Is there something on my neck, Doctor?” Will asked, his voice as dark and foreboding as his body language. Hannibal watched his fist clench and unclench from where it sat on his strong thigh, as though his precious little beloved wished to harm him.
Hannibal gave him a small smile, allowing his tongue to trail his bottom lip slowly. Will watched the movement as though savoring it, a tiny tilt of his head being the only physical reaction. His eyes, though. They darkened to sapphire, burning with something carnal and dangerous. It incited Hannibal to see it. “I was merely reading your body language,” he replied eventually, drawing those dark eyes back up towards his own. “Seeing as how you aren’t willing to speak.”
His delicate lips pursed, his eyes narrowing infinitesimally. “And what would you like me to say, exactly?” he asked, one eyebrow arching provokingly. “Would you like to hear about the drugs that Chilton pumped into my body in an effort to get me to confess to your crimes? Would you like to hear about how I’ve been alienated from everyone, aside from yourself? Tell me, Doctor Lecter. What words could I say to fill the silence between us that wouldn’t be trite?”
Hannibal’s little smile grew into one with teeth, while his eyes appraised his mate approvingly. Such fire in him. Such defiance. For once in his long life, Hannibal did not wish to extinguish the flame, but instead fan it into a glorious bonfire. He would burn to ash in all Will’s fury, cleansed in his purifying flames. “What are you doing to manage your stress, Will?” he asked softly. “The tension in your frame must cause you discomfort.”
“Sleeping on a cot that had rusted springs poking through it caused me discomfort,” he retorted dryly. “You weren’t concerned about my… stress levels then. I don’t see why you’d worry over it now.”
“Some measure of discomfort is expected while undergoing change,” he replied. “Stress, however, is damaging to the body. You must find ways to deal with it before irreversible damage is done.”
“I come to therapy, don’t I?” he wondered bitterly. “But I think in my case, it’s the cause instead of the cure.”
“You were the one that requested we resume our conversations,” Hannibal pointed out carefully. He crossed one leg over the other, delighting when Will watched him do so. “You told me you wanted to work through your feelings regarding me, if I recall correctly. However, over the last month, you’ve barely said a word aside from a few scathing remarks.”
“Giving you shit for an hour is very therapeutic,” Will replied with a laugh, his pearly white teeth glinting in the low light of the room. “But I’m open to different suggestions, doctor.”
His enthralling, daring, careless beloved. Hannibal preened for a moment with the admission that his surly behavior was intended to rile him, a little flush of pleasure settling warmly in his gut. “Intimacy can be a very natural means for finding relaxation.”
Will let out an endearing little snort at the idea. “Maybe,” he drawled, drawing the word out in excess. “Except you’ve alienated me from everyone, and anyone I meet now will recognize me as the guy that maybe killed five people. Only a masochist would take me to bed.”
Hannibal could not help the little possessive smirk that twisted his lips. “Yes,” he replied softly. “Perhaps a masochist would.”
Will’s eyes narrowed on him, his plush, pink, lips pursing while he sifted through Hannibal’s possible meaning. Hannibal knew the moment his meaning became clear, as his paramour breathed out a little puff of air. “Are you saying you’d be willing to service me, Doctor Lecter?” he asked incredulously.
Hannibal could not stop the slow smile from splitting his lips. “I am offering assistance to you, yes. Not as a therapist, but… as something more.”
“How would Alana feel about that, I wonder?” Will asked, his face clouding with something that Hannibal assumed was jealousy. It was no secret that Will was… smitten with Alana. It was the entire reason that Hannibal decided to bed her in the first place.
That, and she proved to be an excellent alibi, on occasion.
“She and I are not exclusive,” Hannibal replied, shrugging his shoulders gently. “I do not ask who else finds their way into her bed, and she does not ask who finds their way into mine, either.”
“No thanks,” Will said immediately, and even without Will’s gift, Hannibal could feel how unsettled he was. “I am not a fucking notch in your bedpost. I won’t be a side order of dick for you. However many others there are, I don’t even want to know.” His cheeks were flushed a vibrant pink, the blood rising in them enticingly. His scent grew stronger; a fine, heady, musk that reminded Hannibal of melted dark chocolate and clean pine. He was aroused, even though he so desperately did not want to be.
“There are no others,” Hannibal assured him. He kept his voice even and neutral as the source of Will’s jealousy became apparent. It was not Alana that Will wanted. It was not that Hannibal had Alana, but the reverse that made his beloved green with envy. Hannibal knew in that very moment that if he wanted Will, he would need to stop the other games he was playing. “If Alana is an impasse for you, I will stop seeing her.”
Will arched a disbelieving eyebrow at him, his pink tongue gliding behind his bottom teeth. “Just like that?”
Hannibal nodded while maintaining careful eye contact. “Just like that.”
Will shifted in the chair, his fingers gripping the arms tightly for a moment before letting go. “To be clear,” he said with a soft chuckle while swiping his fingers across his face. “You’re… offering to never sleep with Alana again because you want to be my… stress relief?”
Hannibal kept from grinning by biting his bottom lip tightly between his teeth. “I want to be so much more than that, but yes. We’ll start there.”
“I don’t share,” Will replied immediately. “So, no Alana, and no one else, either. If I find out that you’re fucking someone other than me, I’ll kill you.”
The flush of arousal through Hannibal burned like a furnace, and Hannibal felt a moment of pity for his beautiful, clueless, mate. There was no one else. He saw no one else, he cared for no one else. For someone with an empathy disorder, Will could be remarkably naïve on occasion. “I’ll expect the same courtesy,” Hannibal replied instead, choosing to cement Will’s fidelity to him in return.
Will rolled his eyes, laughing ruefully. “Sure. We’ll pretend that’s an issue, and I’ll promise you that everyone who wants to fuck me from now on will be turned down.”
“Have you been with a man?” Hannibal wondered.
“Yes,” Will replied slowly, dragging the ‘s’ out. “It was a very long time ago. It’s been a very long time… period. Man or woman.”
“How long is a long while?” Hannibal asked.
“Two years,” Will replied while blushing endearingly. “Since a woman, two years. Before that one time… it’s been at least another two.”
His beautiful paramour. His beloved. Hannibal’s heart raced in his chest at the thought of Will being so touch starved, so… uncompromised. He would take his time opening him up. He’d do it slowly with lips and tongue, spreading him with his fingers until he opened enough to take Hannibal’s cock.
Hannibal planned to make love to him slowly, laving that long throat with his tongue while his fingers trailed fire against that lithe frame. He’d kiss each inch of his pale skin, licking and sucking until his muscled chest was a color palette of pink and purples. He’d be as gentle with his small lover as he could possibly manage, and Will would realize the depths of his emotions for him. He’d be overcome by the raw affection that Hannibal bestowed upon his supple body.
While Hannibal’s mind raced with the possibilities unfolding before him, he was keenly aware of Will’s little flush of arousal. His touch-starved beloved would not have to wait much longer. “Perhaps you’ll join me tomorrow evening,” Hannibal said eventually. “Get someone to take care of your dogs. Stay with me for the night.”
“Depends,” Will sighed, tilting his head at Hannibal. His silky curls caught the light of the fireplace, turning the chocolate brown to fiery auburn. “You’re not going to do any weird shit, are you?”
“Define that, please,” Hannibal replied with amusement in his voice.
“No spanking or… choking. No tying me down and… I don’t know, torturing me. No weird shit. Consensual sex, no BDSM. I don’t want you cutting me or… being a fucking cannibal about it.”
Hannibal chuckled, glancing away briefly to regain his bearings. “You certainly think the worst of me. I don’t want any of that, Will. I promise you.”
Will snorted a laugh, shaking his head while glancing towards the fireplace. He crossed his arms defensively while his eyes sparkled with humor. “I am negotiating a fuck buddy agreement with a murderous cannibal,” he said softly. “Christ, who am I?”
“You are both of those things as well,” Hannibal pointed out, delighting in the outrage on his beloved’s face. “If you aren’t comfortable, there are prostitutes that would work just as efficiently.” He said it, but there was no way he would allow Will to… pay anyone for it. He would slaughter every streetwalker in Baltimore to prevent it if he had to.
Will was his and only his.
“I’ll be there tomorrow,” Will replied, holding eye contact deliberately. Hannibal adored when he did it, as Will truly did not do it with anyone else. It was for him only, and every gift from Will was treasured, few and rare as they were.
“Wonderful,” Hannibal grinned.
Will was not sure how the fuck he managed it, but he had a dick appointment.
With Hannibal.
He was equally infuriated with himself and thrilled at the same time. The energy between them was palpable. Will didn’t need an empathy disorder to notice that the very air between them vibrated with something primal and promising.
Until Hannibal suggested it, Will had never considered fucking him as an option. He wanted to strangle him. Choke the life from him. He wanted to make him suffer in beautiful agony for everything that he’d done.
So he’d always thought that the energy between them was… murderous. A couple of sickos that got their rocks off inflicting misery on one another.
Will was not lying when he said it had been forever since he had sex. It had been way too long, and not by Will’s choice. His brain was melting in his head for the better part of a year, and before that, he was too fucking shy to even make eye contact with most people.
Hannibal had changed him, and Will knew that in turn, he’d changed Hannibal. He knew the man had… feelings. He’s known it for a long while, which is why he suggested to Jack that he could be the lure. He knew exactly how Hannibal felt for him, and he used it to his advantage.
What he wasn’t sure about was why that specific thought made him feel guilty. Horribly, ridiculously, guilty.
He shoved the guilt aside, and decided he’d take the offer for what it was. Stress relief.
While the thought of having some good sex had its merits, there were undoubtedly consequences to it, too. He had no doubt that Hannibal would treat this as a date. Perhaps make him dinner before he took him to bed.
He knew Hannibal would like to open him up for hours, treating him like some fragile virgin. He was in no fucking mood for it.
He washed himself thoroughly that afternoon, taking care to groom himself meticulously. He dug through his closet until he found the little cardboard box under his piles of clothes, removing the plug that was now covered in dust from disuse. After washing it thoroughly and lubing it up a bit, he pressed it into his overly tight entrance, wincing a bit as it settled against his body.
It felt outrageously uncomfortable, but as he did laundry and took care of his dogs, his body slowly acclimated to the intrusion. It was a wider plug that he owned, and he usually took care to open himself up a little with his fingers before inserting it. He didn’t do that this time.
Hannibal was in for a great shock tonight. Will would not be treated as though he were fragile and breakable. He was no damned teacup that would shatter with misuse. He did not relish the thought of Hannibal gliding into him gently as though he were fucking Alana.
His face flamed at the thought alone.
He took a few condoms from his drawer, as well as a little tube of lube, putting both in his pocket before he left the house.
The drive to Baltimore was strange. He’d never driven anywhere with a plug in his ass. He’d never gone out in public with one in, in fact. He felt weirdly proud of himself for thinking of doing this instead of being fingered open like a virgin.
Hannibal opened the door after Will rang the bell, dressed remarkably down in a red sweater and black slacks. He looked… more than good, and Will allowed his eyes to trail over him as he walked into the house.
“Will,” he said softly while closing the door. “I wasn’t sure you would come.”
“Oh, I plan to come,” Will replied with a little grin. He could smell good food, and he contained the laugh that wanted to bubble out of him. Hannibal had cooked for them, but Will hungered for something else.
The look on Hannibal’s face at Will’s comment was remarkably taken-aback. His eyes were wide, his soft mouth parted. Will took advantage of it, stepping into his space to grip his neck and tug him down for a kiss.
Hannibal went willingly enough, only the faintest hesitation in his shoulders. Will licked into his mouth, savoring the silken feel of his tongue as well as the faint flavor of a sweet wine that lingered there. Hannibal’s hands came cautiously to his waist, holding him close while kissing him softly and sweetly.
Will fumed. He nipped at Hannibal’s lips, dragging him closer until their crotches lined up and ground together. He licked into Hannibal’s mouth, tracing his sharp teeth with his tongue before sucking on Hannibal’s own. The startled moan from the older man felt like a victory, and Will grinned against his lips.
Will was already hard, and by the feel of it, Hannibal was getting there. “Upstairs,” Will sighed, reaching down to palm at his cock that was generously filling under his hand. Hannibal was hung, by the feel of it. Will’s mouth watered at the revelation.
“I made dinner for us,” Hannibal replied distractedly while Will nipped down the column of his throat. He tweaked a nipple through the soft material of his sweater, causing Hannibal to flinch and moan in his throat.
“Hungry for something else, Doctor Lecter,” Will said breathlessly, stroking the generous erection through his slacks. “Starving, in fact.”
Hannibal’s hesitation grated on Will’s nerves, so he shucked his blue Henley in the foyer, delighting in the way it made Hannibal’s eyes widen and travel the length of his torso. “Dinner… I…” Hannibal stammered.
“I am going upstairs,” Will replied breathily. “I am starting with or without you. Your choice.”
Hannibal unsurprisingly decided to follow Will upstairs.
Will glanced around his spacious bedroom, pursing his lips. It was a fuckpad. There was no doubt about it. He had mirrors strategically angled toward the enormous bed. The fireplace was lit, casting the room in a romantic glow, and also making it far too warm to be in here with clothes on.
Will took advantage of that, turning to Hannibal to shuck him out of his sweater. His body was something else. Corded shoulders, strong arms, a broad, masculine chest. He was well-defined, aside from the smallest little swell of tummy that Will had ever seen. His waist was so narrow it looked almost delicate. The strong muscle through-out proved that he was anything but. His skin was golden and healthy. He was beautiful, not that Will was about to compliment him. His ego was big enough already.
A stray thought occurred to him, wondering if Alana marveled over the sheer physicality of someone who supposedly sat around in an office all day.
He was almost certain she didn’t question it. Hannibal was fucking gorgeous.
Will touched his chest, weaving his fingers through the wiry chest hair there. His fingers dipped lower, rolling one of hannibal’s nipples to stiffness while he sucked a bruise against Hannibal’s collarbone. “Perhaps we should slow things down,” Hannibal sighed while lacing his fingers through Will’s curls.
Not a fucking chance, Will thought. He shoved Hannibal down to the massive bed, undoing his belt as well as the button on his slacks. As he dragged the zipper down, he made sure to grind his knuckles against his length as well, delighting in the wanton little shiver it provoked in the other man.
Once the buckles and zippers were undone, he tugged Hannibal’s pants down his legs, tearing his shoes off as he went. Hannibal’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously, and Will gave him a little smirk for it.
Hannibal was now sprawled out on the bed in nothing but his underwear, his thick, long, cock resting just under where the band should have been. They didn’t have a band, though, because they were silk. Tiny. Thin as tissue paper and straining with the effort of holding all that man in them. “What are you wearing?” Will asked in a high voice while reaching forward to cup the heat of his dick through the tiny scrap of material.
Hannibal blushed. Honest to God, pink as a virgin, blushed. “They prevent undergarment lines when one is wearing a suit.”
Will would describe them as booty shorts. The crimson material of them had a sheen to it, and where the head of Hannibal’s cock rested, there was a bloom of dampness that darkened the material. Will licked his lips while undoing his own pants to slide them down his legs. Once his pants and shoes were off, he spread Hannibal’s knees and eased between them.
“They’re… small,” he marveled while leaning forward to wrap his lips around his cock through the material, blowing out a hot breath against him. Hannibal’s cock gave a desperate jerk against his mouth, and Will grinned. “You could tear right through them, couldn’t you?”
“Will,” Hannibal pleaded, his eyes wide and his damp, plush, mouth parted. “Come up here so we can… so I can take care of you.”
Will pressed his finger under the seam of the underwear, tugging them down gently. Hannibal’s cock sprang free as Will tugged the tiny underwear down his legs, groaning low in his throat. “I think I want to suck you off,” Will said lowly. “For a little bit. Do you want me to put a condom on you before I do?”
“No,” Hannibal said in a whimper. He looked… debauched already, and Will hadn’t even started touching him yet. “I trust you.”
Will laughed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Hannibal’s hip. “That’s risky of you, but I was actually asking for myself. I know I’m clean, unless I can get something from sitting on a toilet seat. I’m asking because of you. Do you need a condom?”
Hannibal sat up, resting on his elbows while his eyes flared in warning. “Are you asking me if I have... diseases?”
“That’s what I’m asking,” Will agreed. He reached out and stroked Hannibal once, wrapping his fingers around him the best he could, and Hannibal shuddered.
“I am clean, Will,” Hannibal replied indignantly. “You will not get anything from me.”
“If I do,” Will promised darkly, “you will lose this,” he emphasized his meaning by stroking him once more. “Do not think I won’t take it from you.”
“Will, for God’s sake, I am telling you that I’m-” Will did not wait for him to finish his thought, he wrapped his lips around the glistening head of his dick, and sucked.
Hannibal finally stopped squawking, and the low moan he bellowed out sounded a lot like relief. Will laved the head gently with his tongue, working his foreskin up and down. Will hasn’t ever been with anyone that had a foreskin, hasn’t been with very many people to begin with, and he was slightly fascinated by it. He pulled it over the head, giving a rough suck while maintaining eye contact to see if it was good. The little guttural moan was a sign that it wasn’t bad.
Will eased it back a bit, gliding his tongue under it to swirl it around, licking into his slit to collect the precum there. Hannibal’s hips bucked up like he was trying to shove Will off. That was a better reaction, really.
He eased the skin back completely, wrapping his lips around him and hollowing out his cheeks, sucking him down his throat. Everything that didn’t fit got worked with his fist, and Hannibal’s head fell back against the bed, his back arching deliciously.
Will bobbed on his cock for a few minutes, savoring the flavor and feel of him against his tongue before releasing him with a pop. He did not want to work him up too much. He had plans, after all.
There was a jar of fancy lube on the end table, and Will contained the snort that wanted to escape his mouth when he noticed it. Will reached for it, unscrewing the lid before slicking up Hannibal’s cock liberally. “Scoot back,” he asked with an encouraging little slap to Hannibal’s hip.
Hannibal did as requested, sitting up a bit. “Let me take care of you, Will,” he said softly, reaching forward to cup Will’s jaw in his large hand. Will shivered at the contact, shaking his head.
“All taken care of,” he replied while shucking off his boxers and climbing up onto the bed. Hannibal’s expression was mightily confused, and Will contained the triumphant grin that was fighting to split his lips.
Hannibal was not certain just what Will was going to do. He had not been properly prepped, and if it had been as long as he claimed it had, there was a very real possibility that Hannibal could tear him. He was well endowed and Will… was a delicate little thing.
He watched as Will removed his blue boxers, exposing his long, beautifully pink, cock. He was cut, because Americans seemed to love mutilating their little boys in that way, but he was no less beautiful for it.
His skin was pale and flawless, aside from the trauma to his shoulder. Will was magnificently lean and sinewy, a lovely combination of pale skin and compact muscle. His biceps were deceptively stronger than his ill-fitting shirts made them look. His pale pink nipples stood out on his flawless chest because Will was almost entirely hairless. Beautiful as a marble statue brought to life.
He watched as Will straddled his thighs, reaching behind himself to touch his own entrance. Hannibal felt bereft until a wide, silicone device was removed and tossed aside. Hannibal’s throat constricted with the realization that Will had that thing inside him the entire time.
With no further ado, Will lifted himself up to his knees, adjusted Hannibal’s cock, and then sank himself down in one fluid motion.
Hannibal almost tore his own bottom lip off with his teeth to prevent himself from finishing on the spot.
“Oh hell,” Will drawled, rocking himself gently on Hannibal’s cock to stretch himself a bit more. Even with the aid of the… plug, he was still unreasonably tight. His inner muscles fluttered around him, and he gripped Will’s thighs in shock.
“Will, I wanted to… to-”
“I know what you wanted,” he replied breathlessly while rocking over him gently, easing into a rhythm. “This is about me. My stress relief. So quit stressin’ me out.”
His southern accent twanged with the sassy remark, and Hannibal grinned. His beautiful little mate. So charming. “You may take all the time you need,” Hannibal assured him, resisting the urge to thrust up into Will’s tight body.
“Well that’s good,” Will said with a breathless laugh. He leaned forward, lifting his hips to the head of Hannibal’s cock before dropping his full weight back down, punching a wrecked noise out of himself as well as Hannibal. “I plan to.”
With that, Will gripped Hannibal’s shoulders, and began to ride him. His pace was alarmingly relentless, and he was skilled at it in a way that made Hannibal grit his teeth in both jealousy and raw bliss. Will’s lithe body bounced over him, his flushed cock leaking and glistening in the low fire light. His fingers tangled in Hannibal’s chest hair while a low, guttural little moan escaped his vibrant pink lips.
He was riding Hannibal like he was a war horse and Will was heading into battle. Hannibal was shocked and overwhelmed by it, and he found he could do nothing but grip Will’s hips and hold on for dear life.
“Oh, fuck,” Will cried out, arching his spine and grinding himself down on Hannibal’s cock. His hips swiveled in a small circle, his face tipped upwards toward the ceiling while his soft mouth fell open in pleasure.
He wanted to kiss that mouth, but there was no way that was happening while Will took his pleasure in this way. It was all Hannibal could do to keep from coming.
His brutal pace resumed, the harsh sounds of damp skin slapping with each lift and drop of Will’s hips. “You feel so fuckin’ good,” he drawled, his words stuttering with each slam of their flesh. “Hannibal,” he moaned, and his name fell like a prayer to his ears.
Will lifted himself up and off of Hannibal’s erection with no warning, turning around to take him back inside. Hannibal watched himself disappear inside Will’s reddened and abused entrance, enraptured. Will wasted no time in riding him again, this time giving Hannibal one hell of a show. “You like that?” Will wondered breathlessly while bouncing on his cock. Hannibal gripped the flesh of his ass, squeezing it firmly while spreading Will open. The lovely, pale expanse of his back rippled and flexed with each movement he made, and Hannibal found he wanted to taste each little freckle on his shoulder.
Hannibal could not reply verbally, the only affirmation being a low, desperate moan. His cock glistened as he watched it glide in and out of Will’s tight body, and his fingers drifted to where they were joined without conscious thought.
“Fuck,” Will spat while Hannibal rubbed around his hole, pressing his fingers against them both. “Oh, God, yes.”
“Jūs esate tobulas, Will,” Hannibal said desperately, biting his lip while trying to think of anything other than Will fucking him the way that he was.
“What?” Will replied breathlessly, his hips slowing down a bit, but not enough to be considered slow or gentle. “In English.”
Hannibal could not make sense of the request, as he was not certain what language he used, or why he was having difficulty speaking. “Beloved,” he said instead, and it felt like it took every cell in his brain to utter those three syllables.
“Yeah,” Will laughed while grinding down again, arching his back in a wanton little curve. “Your beloved wants to see your face right now,” he said breathlessly while lifting himself off again. He turned around and straddled Hannibal’s waist, taking him back inside the heat and constriction of his lovely, sweat-damp, body.
Will continued working his cock and riding him furiously while leaning over his chest to lick into his mouth. Hannibal gathered himself enough to return it, and he was surprised to realize that his mouth was bone dry, possibly from his mouth hanging open and moaning through the entirety of their… love making? He wasn’t sure it was appropriate to call this encounter love-making.
Will gripped his hair in his fingers, fucking his mouth with his tongue while his hips rode Hannibal into the mattress. He sat up abruptly, undulating his hips with his back arched. Hannibal gripped his cock in his hand as if just realizing he could, jerking him in time with his relentless pace.
The noise that he punched out of Will as a result was wounded. A sharp, keening sound that reeked of relief and desperation at the same time. “Oh, God, faster,” Will pleaded.
Hannibal obliged him, fucking up into him while jerking his cock at a frantic pace, and then Will was coming. His inner muscles fluttered around Hannibal’s cock in shockingly tight little pulses and waves, each coinciding with each jerk of his cock. The scent of his spend set Hannibal off, and he came with a growl, pumping himself into the warm wet of Will’s body.
His orgasm blinded him, strangled him. It felt as though he could not pull in a breath, nor open his eyes at all. It felt like it took control of him for hours, his cock heaving and jerking, pulsing pleasure and heat through him that made him feel like his veins carried lead through them instead of blood.
When it finally passed, he cracked his eyes open, struggling for breath. His heart was a racing staccato in his chest, and every inch of him was wet with sweat. Will sat above him, his cock still nestled inside while Will gave him a satisfied little smile, all soft lips and lowered eyelids. “Well, that was a good idea,” Will drawled.
Hannibal’s mouth still felt dry. When he tried to speak, his tongue stuck uncomfortably to the roof of his mouth. He wanted to reach up and touch all that beautiful skin above him, but his arms were so heavy he could not lift them from the bed. Will had fucked the very life out of him, it seemed.
“You okay?” Will asked, reaching forward to touch his cheekbone. His eyes held a note of concern, but Hannibal’s gaze swept lower, where a drop of sweat escaped the nape of his hairline to travel the expanse of his collarbone. “Have I managed to fuck you stupid?” Will laughed.
Hannibal snarled at him, as it was all he could do at the moment. “You,” he began, swallowed with a click of his dry throat, then tried again. “You haven’t done this in a while?”
Will shook he head, climbing off his waist to settle out by his side. “Not in at least half a decade.”
“I want the man’s name,” Hannibal managed, glaring at Will with as much strength as he could muster, which was admittedly not all that much. His beloved huffed a breath of laughter, his smile wider than the space between them.
“You’re not killing him, Hannibal,” he continued to laugh. “Jesus, I don’t even think he still lives in Virginia. He meant nothing then, he still means nothing now.”
Hannibal made a noise in his throat, a protest, as it was all he could still manage. “I wanted to take things slow,” he said eventually. “I wanted to bring you endless pleasure.”
“You did,” Will assured him while inching a bit closer. His fingers hesitantly wove into the hair on Hannibal’s chest, his face millimeters from Hannibal’s own. Hannibal tipped his face up for a kiss, and Will tilted his face away from it. “So, what is this exactly? Whenever I feel stressed, I can… make an appointment with you?”
Hannibal reached forward to stroke the lovely bone in his jaw, trailing his fingers down the soft expanse of his throat that he did not truly get to appreciate because of Will’s… vigor. “If you need me, merely come. My door is always open to you, and you will not be interrupting anything, Will. There is no one else.”
“Did you speak to Alana already?” he asked, and Hannibal noted the immediate set of his jaw following the question. Anger made him beautiful, but jealousy made him exquisite.
“Yes,” he replied, still stroking the skin of his throat and feeling the slowing pulse of Will’s heart in the artery. “She may have been more attached than I had initially thought, but we are now back to merely platonic terms.”
Will hummed in response, his dark eyes glittering at Hannibal while a slow blush rose in his cheeks. “Sorry this was so… quick. It’s been a while.”
Hannibal’s brain stuttered and stalled at that. Quick? This? He struggled to understand what that could possibly mean, as he hung on by the skin of his teeth for the entirety of it. Did that mean Will usually had… more stamina than this? He could barely contain the shudder at the thought. “I found it very pleasurable,” he said instead of admitting that it was the best sex he’s had in his long, long, life.
“Well that’s good, at least,” Will grinned. He settled out on the other side of the bed, drawing in a deep breath. “I don’t think I’m going to stay, though. It feels… weirdly too personal. I know that makes no sense after what we just did but I… I think I should go.”
The desire to roll on top of him and crush him to the mattress was strong, but Hannibal nodded instead. “If that’s what you want. You’re more than welcome to stay. If not, you could eat something before you go. I did make us dinner.”
“What is it?” Will asked, going up onto an elbow so he could look down at Hannibal, a hopeful little arch to his eyebrow.
“Beef Bourguignon,” Hannibal replied. “It should still be good, albeit no longer hot.”
“I think I’ll take you up on that,” Will grinned. “I worked up an appetite. Is it okay if I use your shower first?”
Hannibal nodded, pointing his finger to the door. “There are fresh towels in the closet by the sink.”
Will leaned forward hesitantly, pressing his lips to Hannibal’s own almost shyly. “Thanks. I’ll meet you downstairs after.”
Once Will was ensconced in the bathroom, Hannibal sat up to gather himself. He was still so sated that his muscles felt liquid, his cock sticking uncomfortably against his thigh with his own spend. Will’s come was drying against his stomach, and the scent of it was still appealing, salt and an acid tang that Hannibal wished he would have thought to taste. Perhaps next time.
He gathered his clothes and headed to the downstairs bathroom where he gave himself a perfunctory cleaning with a damp cloth before getting dressed. This was not what he wanted to happen tonight, and he was having difficulty coming to terms with this turn of events. For the first time… dare he say it, he felt his age.
Will was just barely ten years younger than him, but his supple, youthful, body was full of vitality. Hannibal wondered if he had somehow grown complacent with the tepid sexual encounters that he’s had over the years. He would need to work on his stamina, and he’d need to focus more on pleasuring Will from this point on.
In the moment though, it felt like he was on a white-knuckle ride where he was in imminent danger of flying off. His mate was a confounding thing, completely and always at odds with how imagined him.
The next time, Hannibal would take the reins. He would show Will endless pleasure with lips and tongue, giving him his cock only when he wanted to.
As he headed towards the kitchen, he felt mildly more put together. Next time, Hannibal thought with a grin. Will would be the one tongue-tied and lost in pleasure. He would make sure of it.