Hannibal's eyes drift closed at the words as he draws in a slow breath, the scent of Will filling his lungs. He turns his head, his cheek just barely brushing Will's as he whispers back. "We'll die together." As calm as he is, he is aching inside, wanting to touch Will, to taste him, to rip off his clothes and press him to a wall and hold him helpless while he fondles him roughly, dragging moans out of his lover...
Hannibal sighs and opens his eyes again. He can feel his cock stirring in his trousers, thickening, hungry for Will's touch, to be buried in Will's ass or Will's mouth. There's nothing for it. The growing erection will not be quelled until his hunger, his lust, his need, is sated.
The taxi ahead of them pulls out, and their taxi pulls up. The driver gets out and helps them put their bags in the trunk, then they get in. Hannibal gives the driver the address of the hotel a couple blocks from the apartment, and they pull away, heading off, not nearly fast enough.
The minute they hit the highway, Hannibal reaches over, takes Will's hand, and threads their fingers together, squeezing tight.
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Date: 2016-03-05 06:36 am (UTC)Hannibal sighs and opens his eyes again. He can feel his cock stirring in his trousers, thickening, hungry for Will's touch, to be buried in Will's ass or Will's mouth. There's nothing for it. The growing erection will not be quelled until his hunger, his lust, his need, is sated.
The taxi ahead of them pulls out, and their taxi pulls up. The driver gets out and helps them put their bags in the trunk, then they get in. Hannibal gives the driver the address of the hotel a couple blocks from the apartment, and they pull away, heading off, not nearly fast enough.
The minute they hit the highway, Hannibal reaches over, takes Will's hand, and threads their fingers together, squeezing tight.