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"W-Will..." Hannibal groans, tilting his head back and gasping to the ceiling, his fingers curled in Will's hair tightly as another powerful shudder cramps his stomach and makes his thighs tremble.
Will moans loudly, muffled against Hannibal's soaked entrance, tongue driving relentless and hungry into his hole even as Hannibal twitches and contracts around him, so sensitive that every touch knocks the breath out of him.
He yanks hard on Will's hair but all that gets him is a low laugh, Will petting his wide-spread fingers up the backs of Hannibal's thighs, down to cup his ass and dig his nails in to spread him further apart.
Hannibal manages to open his eyes, staring down at Will, half his face buried between Hannibal's legs, his lashes low. He looks more blissed out than Hannibal is. "Will," Hannibal tries again, hoarse.
Will looks up, and pulls back with a soft hum, nuzzling his way up between Hannibal's soft folds and over his sensitive clit. He pauses there, licking along the short length of it, teasing it like a cockhead and grinning when Hannibal gasps and shivers beneath him.
"Need to stop?" Will murmurs, dreamily, leaning down again to plant wet, open-mouthed kisses on the crease of Hannibal's thigh.
Hannibal lets out a laugh, breathless, disbelieving. "Aren't you tired?"
Will answers immediately; "I could do this all day." He means it, Hannibal can tell he absolutely means it. If Hannibal asked him to, Will would spend the rest of his life right here, between Hannibal's legs, using his mouth and fingers to bring Hannibal pleasure until he couldn't physically take it anymore.
Even as he says it, when Hannibal is silent, Will's dark eyes gravitate back to where Hannibal is wet and flushed, coated with Will's saliva and his sweat and slick. Will prowls back into place like an animal, sleek and eager, and wraps his fingers around the top of Hannibal's thighs to hold him in place as he dives right back in.
Hannibal moans loudly as Will sucks his clit into his mouth, tongue flicking fast back and forth over the tip, just a tease of the pressure Hannibal really needs to get off. Will is rather cruel like that - after the first three or so orgasms, Hannibal is so sensitive that Will starts edging him on purpose, because the longer it takes for Hannibal to come, the more Will gets to be right here, making Hannibal moan and tremble while Will devours his fill.
Hannibal knows Will is hard, cock trapped in his underwear and completely ignored by the other man. It will remain so until Hannibal tells him to take it out. He considers the option, breath hitching as Will loosens his jaw and licks slow and heavy between Hannibal's hole and his clit, the pressure of pending orgasm abruptly halted so that Will can keep this going. Hannibal is too sensitive to use his cock to fuck Will, and while he enjoys Will topping as well, Will might get spoiled if he gets to eat Hannibal out and fuck Hannibal's pussy in the same session.
They can't be having that.
"Will," Hannibal says, as sternly as he can manage. Will looks up, mouth red and wet, panting heavily. "Come up here, darling."
Will smiles at him, nosing and petting and kissing his way up Hannibal's body, taking a moment to give his stomach, his wrist, his nipples some attention before their lips meet. Hannibal curls his fingers in Will's hair, sighing as Will's clothed cock ruts between his legs, sending warm fissures of pleasure all the way up his spine.
"You wanna fuck me?" Will asks, biting and sucking the words to Hannibal's neck. "Or are you done?" Hannibal shivers, biting his lower lip as Will's warm, callused fingers rub gently between his lips, just barely penetrating, shallow like he knows Hannibal likes. As sensitive as he is, it's borderline torture, but Hannibal loves it. He loves how hungry Will is, how he simply must touch Hannibal in some way when they're in bed together, how nothing matters except making Hannibal feel as good as he possibly can.
Instead of answering, Hannibal cups Will's face and kisses him, his other hand sliding down Will's strong, arching back until he can grab a handful of Will's ass, guiding him forward until Will is rutting between Hannibal's legs. "I want you to bring yourself to orgasm against me," he purrs when Will groans, fingers leaving Hannibal's slit so he can clench both fists in the sheets and brace himself over Hannibal, hunched like a beast. Hannibal tucks his fingers beneath Will's chin and tilts his head up. "I want you to look at me as you do it."
"Fuck." It's whisper-soft and desperate, Will's hips jerking forward helplessly before he recovers himself and slides into place, knees wide around Hannibal, thighs cradling his ass so he's tilted up comfortably enough for Will to rut, but also bend forward and kiss and touch all over his chest. "Underwear on?" Will asks.
"Underwear on," Hannibal confirms, smiling to himself when he hears Will's small groan of anticipated frustration. "But if you're good enough, I'll let you come on me so you can lick me clean, after."
"Jesus fucking Christ," Will snarls, sucking in a breath like the words were a physical blow. He wraps a hand around the back of Hannibal's neck and hauls him up for a desperate kiss, bruising with his teeth, before he lets Hannibal lie back and slides both hands to Hannibal's waist, digging in with his nails to hold him still.
The first grinding thrust makes Hannibal gasp, so sensitive that the sting of Will's underwear affects him more than he'd thought it would. He grabs Will's shoulders out of reflex and Will meets his eyes, before he smirks.
"Feels good?" he drawls, and does it again, making Hannibal shiver and bite back a whine. "You're so fuckin' warm darlin', I can feel it, and so wet, fuck."
It'll chafe before long, Hannibal knows. Both of them will be sore and sensitive and the wrong kind of tingly but it's worth it when Will melts over him like this, clingy and mouthy and breathing so hard.
Will kisses Hannibal again, sighing happily as he slides his hands up Hannibal's flanks, to his chest. One hand idly toys with Hannibal's nipple, not seeking to stimulate so much as playing with it because it's there, as Will braces himself and plants warm, wide kisses all down his throat.
In turn, Hannibal holds onto Will, with his legs loose around Will's thighs and his hand settled on Will's lower back. There's no urgency to it, Hannibal has had more than enough orgasms to satisfy him and Will is endearingly, shockingly, mercilessly patient when he wants to be.
Still, flushed and sensitive as Hannibal is, the friction is enough to get his stomach tensing again, pleasure building up just a little higher with every one of Will's gentle thrusts. He digs his nails into Will's skin, gritting his teeth as Will lifts his head and meets his eyes, just as Hannibal told him to. It's one of Hannibal's favorite things in the world, watching Will in the throes of pleasure, how his cheeks will flush, his jaw tightens, his eyes darkening until all his iris is swallowed by pupil.
Hannibal lifts his chin, a silent command for Will to kiss him, which Will does, collapsing against Hannibal's body, grinding harder as his breathing picks up. "Push your underwear down," Hannibal commands him, smiling as Will fumbles, over-eager, and then moans loudly the second the fabric is out of the way and he can rub himself bare against Hannibal.
"Oh my fucking God," he gasps, rearing up so Hannibal can see his face, looking down as he watches his leaking cockhead nudge the underside of Hannibal's clit, slide through his folds, just barely tease his dripping hole before he grinds up again. Hannibal knows Will won't penetrate him, by accident or otherwise, not until explicitly told to.
He tips his head back, watching Will through lowered lashes as Will's jaw clenches, he drops a fist to hold the base of his cock steady and rubs the head in a circle around Hannibal's clit, then over it, back and forth like his tongue would do if he was free to use it. Hannibal lifts his hips into the friction, feeling the familiar clench inside, tightening before the inevitable freefall.
"Can I use my fingers?" Will asks, breathless.
"No."
Will whines. "My mouth? Please?"
"No," Hannibal growls, meeting Will's desperate gaze. It's enough for him to gentle, to reach for Will and pull him down so they can kiss. "Just like this, darling," he murmurs, as Will starts to rut his cock between Hannibal's lips, up and over his clit, from root to tip, over and over again. Hannibal is so wet that Will's cock is soaked, and it feels like a warm, firm tongue. He bites down on Will's jaw as Will groans and wraps his arms around Hannibal's shoulders, knees drawing in so he can get the best angle and press every possible inch of skin together. "That's it," Hannibal whispers, stuttering despite himself at the suddenly constant, intimate stimulation. He slides a hand through Will's hair and tightens his grip.
"Look at me."
Will lifts his head obediently, their gazes locking. Will is like a sponge at the best of times, absorbing every flicker of emotion, sensation, and he looks so beautiful when he's taking in Hannibal. Perhaps there is some narcissistic satisfaction there, knowing that Will is not just affected by what gets done to him, but what he does to Hannibal, and then absorbs again in turn. So Hannibal likes to make sure Will sees it, sees how good he makes Hannibal feel, how his heart races, breath hitching, how Hannibal's body comes to life under Will's touch.
Will moans quietly, and kisses Hannibal like he's starving for it as Hannibal twitches, hips bucking, and comes against Will's cock. Will stops moving immediately, panting and giving Hannibal time to recover as Hannibal lazily rubs his dripping pussy against Will's cock at his own pace, easing himself back from the edge of overstimulation as Will trembles and holds himself still.
Hannibal sighs, relaxing against the pillows and sheets, utterly satisfied, a lazy smile on his face. Will kisses him again, breathing in deep and loud, kisses down Hannibal's throat and to his chest.
Hannibal catches his hair, laughing and raising his brows when Will looks at him. "And where do you think you're going?"
Will licks his lips, his smile both sheepish and delighted. His eyes dip down again and he tilts his head to nuzzle Hannibal's wrist. "Right here," he teases, spreading his fingers on either side of Hannibal's clit and gently massaging his slick, swollen lips. "Where I should be, wouldn't you agree?"
Hannibal huffs, smiling fondly. "I'd like you to come, Will," he says, sitting up so Will has to rise to his knees to avoid accidentally headbutting him. Will keeps his hand right where it is, thumb sliding between Hannibal's folds to rub over his twitching hole.
"Please, Hannibal?" Will murmurs, so sweetly. "Just one more? Then I'll do whatever you want."
Hannibal laughs. "You'd do whatever I want anyway."
Will grins, blushing. In answer, he rubs his thumb over Hannibal's swollen clit, then back down to his hole. "I..." He pauses, sucking in a breath, searching for the right words. "I need to make you come again."
"Then by all means," Hannibal purrs, spreading his legs a little wider. "You may use your fingers this time, too."
Will practically collapses between Hannibal's legs, shoving his thighs apart and diving down like a starving animal. Hannibal gasps at the sheer fervor with which Will sucks and licks him, technique almost completely forgotten and replaced with enthusiasm and force.
He bites his lower lip as he feels one of Will's fingers slide into him, only to the second knuckle, and crook up. Hannibal is naturally very sensitive here, and immediately lets out a rough, completely unintentional noise, squeezing Will's head tightly with his thighs as Will sucks hard on his clit and rubs back and forth over that spot with taunting slowness and precision.
"Will." He can barely choke out the name. "Another finger -."
Sweat breaks out behind his knees, down his spine, all over his body as Will obeys, gently sliding a second finger in and slowly twisting them so his knuckles give Hannibal the illusion of fullness while his fingertips continue their persistent torture. He shakes violently as Will moans around his clit, the vibration sending a shock like there's a wire between Will's tongue and Will's fingers, pure and relentless pulses of pleasure sending shockwaves throughout Hannibal's entire body.
"Will," Hannibal gasps, yanking on Will's hair, but Will snarls, lifting his upper lip, and remains exactly where he is. "Will, Will -." He bears down around Will's finger, coming so hard and swiftly no sound escapes him. Will moans, releasing his clit and nuzzling the sweat-slick crease of his thigh instead, keeping his finger still while Hannibal's hips twitch and roll, needing to somehow move and release the tension even though every brush inside him makes him gasp and flinch, overwhelmed by the sheer all of it.
Finally, when Hannibal's breathing evens out and it feels like he can think again, Will gently eases his fingers away and kisses Hannibal's trembling thigh, practically glowing with satisfaction. He steals one more kiss to Hannibal's throbbing clit before rearing up on his knees, wrapping his fingers around his cock, which is still wet from Hannibal's leaking slick.
Hannibal stares up at him, too hazy and fucked-out to help, but Will has never needed the help, especially when he has Hannibal so sated that he's useless. He clenches his jaw, tilts his head back, and comes thick and warm across Hannibal's lower stomach, his hips, rubbing his cockhead through his thin, light pubic hair as he shivers and growls through his release.
Their eyes meet, and Hannibal smiles, eagerly tilting his head up as Will prowls over him and kisses him deeply, his heart pounding like a drum when Hannibal presses both palms to Will's chest.
Will is practically purring now, radiating contentment as he slow-blinks down at Hannibal, kissing his cheek, his jaw, down between his collarbones and the old, faded scars on his chest. Down, until he reaches the highest drop of come, which he laps at like a kitten before continuing his course.
Hannibal's entire lower body thrums, sore from clenching so hard and coming so much, but when Will licks up the come from his skin and gently cleans up Hannibal's sensitive flesh with his tongue, a soothing, pleasant warmth spreads over the soreness, making Hannibal relax.
He idly pets through Will's hair as he licks Hannibal clean, a fond smile on his face as he watches. Will's eyes are closed, face lax, again blissed out as he always looks when he's between Hannibal's legs.
"Okay, darling," Hannibal calls softly, tugging on Will's hair. "No more."
Will smiles at him and obeys, letting Hannibal pull him up and into his arms. Hannibal tastes both of them on Will's tongue when they kiss, every inch of him tingling with pleasure and satisfaction as Will rolls them to their sides so he can put his head on a pillow as well.
One of Will's hands rests on Hannibal's chest, and Hannibal laces their fingers. This particular brand of post-coital exhaustion is very familiar to him, and happens almost every time since he and Will started sleeping together.
"Worn out?" Will teases, but his voice is hoarse and he looks two seconds away from passing out too. Hannibal laughs, and nuzzles close, slinging an arm and leg around Will to pull their bodies tight together. Will rubs his nose against Hannibal's, grinning and bright-eyed, before stealing one last chaste kiss and yanking the pushed-aside blanket over their bodies. He tends to sleep with his head above Hannibal's, since he overheats more often and can extricate himself easier this way if he needs to, so Hannibal's cheek presses to his smooth chest and Will wraps his arms around Hannibal loosely.
Hannibal sighs, closing his eyes, and lets Will's strong heartbeat be his lullaby. When morning comes, Hannibal isn't surprised to find Will once again kneeling over him, slowly and lazily kissing his way back down to the tender, sore place between Hannibal's legs.
"I spoil you," Hannibal slurs, one hand winding through Will's hair, lashes fluttering at the first press of Will's warm, gentle tongue along his slit. Will merely laughs in agreement, and keeps going.