Will's consciousness gets more and more spotty the harder it is for him to breathe, but it only narrows his attention, only enough focus to feel the way Hannibal is taking him apart, the stretch and the pounding of Hannibal's body against him, into him, deep and hard. He pushes up onto his forearms, his head tipping as he fights to breathe, his vision blotchy and his ears ringing, sounds around him muffled. He barely understands what Hannibal says when he speaks, but he doesn't need to hear it, the way Hannibal's hand wraps around him tells him what's next.

He chokes, strangled sounds coming from his throat as he struggles uselessly to take a breath, his hands fisted in the duvet, body jerking as survival instinct fills him with adrenaline, panic crashing in. He still feels Hannibal thrusting, short, deep stabs, completely lacking rhythm now, frantic and wild, and Will's body bucks back as he comes with an intensity unlike anything else he's ever experienced in his life. He can't moan, can't make any sound now, and he feels his face flush hot and then go completely cold, his arms and legs flexing as his orgasm barrels through him, shaking him until the darkness that's been pressing in at the edges closes over him, and everything goes black.