Each time Hannibal adds a finger there's a new, intense burn that comes with the stretch, and while it's not what Will would consider painful, it's certainly uncomfortable. But Hannibal eases his fingers in with a great deal of consideration, taking his time and waiting until Will's body accepts the width before he pushes deeper, before he adds more. By the time Hannibal has three fingers inside Will's dizzy with euphoria, an undercurrent of discomfort buzzing along his nerves but very closely paced by pleasure, a combination Will's found he enjoys immensely.

He's panting loudly, his entire body shaking, fingers gripping the duvet so hard his hands are starting to ache from it. He's half blissed out already and Hannibal hasn't even moved on to the main event yet. He's never felt so content to give himself up bodily to another person, to stay here in this position, resting heavily on his chest and the side of his face, his knees and hips aching as he holds himself up and open for Hannibal. He makes a sound like a broken sob when Hannibal's three fingers start fucking into him steadily, not rough, not yet, but thorough and firm, working Will's muscles loose.

It's good, it's so good, and Will knows if he can get to a point where having Hannibal's dick inside him feel like this, that there will be no looking back. He's already so ready to give up everything to Hannibal, heart, body, and soul, and he wants to want this, wants to need it like he needs so many other things from Hannibal. He doesn't realize it until he focuses, but he's started to say 'please' with every breath, not even knowing for sure for what he's begging.