Will inhales deeply, testing his breath, and though it hurts, nothing feels further encumbered. He feels lucid, remembers everything, and there's something intensely comforting about the realization. There have been so many times when his reality has felt clouded where Hannibal's concerned, where Hannibal's words and gestures and manipulations have cast a heavy shadow of doubt over Will and what he truly feels.
But now, in this moment, in Hannibal's bed, he feels like he can take things at face value. Hannibal's expression isn't meant to deceive, it's genuine. The fondness in his eyes, the concern for Will's wellbeing, they're not an act. Finally, with Will's confession and Hannibal's forgiveness, with the physical act of consummation they've just experienced, they are equals, partners on the same path. When they leave this place together they'll cease to be two individual entities, heading in opposite directions, and instead they will be united by common desires and and mutual love, trust, and respect.
"My throat hurts," he tells Hannibal, being honest, his voice rasping. "And so does my ass," he adds, just the spark of a smile in his eyes. He takes a breath, his eyes darkening as he prepares to go on. "I can feel your come leaking out of me," he says, his voice dropping in tenor, clearly aroused by the sensation.
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Date: 2016-02-07 10:27 pm (UTC)But now, in this moment, in Hannibal's bed, he feels like he can take things at face value. Hannibal's expression isn't meant to deceive, it's genuine. The fondness in his eyes, the concern for Will's wellbeing, they're not an act. Finally, with Will's confession and Hannibal's forgiveness, with the physical act of consummation they've just experienced, they are equals, partners on the same path. When they leave this place together they'll cease to be two individual entities, heading in opposite directions, and instead they will be united by common desires and and mutual love, trust, and respect.
"My throat hurts," he tells Hannibal, being honest, his voice rasping. "And so does my ass," he adds, just the spark of a smile in his eyes. He takes a breath, his eyes darkening as he prepares to go on. "I can feel your come leaking out of me," he says, his voice dropping in tenor, clearly aroused by the sensation.