Hannibal's reply sends a wave of love and desire through Will that he can barely withstand, and he has to close his eyes under the onslaught of Hannibal's words, the very bare brush of their faces together. Hannibal wants this just as much as Will does, is just as affected, just as desperate, and knowing it leaves Will helpless, shaken and burning from the inside out.
He takes a measured breath at the same moment Hannibal sighs, and they are so close to the culmination, so near to the end that neither of them can hold back anymore. Will is dazed and half hard as the cab arrives and the driver loads their bags, and he's sure anyone who sees him can tell how much he wants this man at his side, can see his flushed skin and thrumming pulse, can smell his undeniable desire.
In the backseat, Will can swear he feels the heat radiating off Hannibal beside him, and he's both shocked and intensely grateful that Hannibal reaches for his hand, holding onto him with a firm, desperate grip. The way their fingers are laced Will can feel the steady thumping of Hannibal's heartbeat, the sensation of Hannibal's fingers between Will's own almost too erotic to stand in this moment.
By the time the taxi drops them off at the hotel Will feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin, and he sees nothing of the architecture, pays no attention to anything that isn't Hannibal. Taking his bag in numb fingers, he can't even manage to get the strap over his shoulder, and he turns his gaze to Hannibal's face, his eyes dark and hungry, begging silently for Hannibal to lead the way home.
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He takes a measured breath at the same moment Hannibal sighs, and they are so close to the culmination, so near to the end that neither of them can hold back anymore. Will is dazed and half hard as the cab arrives and the driver loads their bags, and he's sure anyone who sees him can tell how much he wants this man at his side, can see his flushed skin and thrumming pulse, can smell his undeniable desire.
In the backseat, Will can swear he feels the heat radiating off Hannibal beside him, and he's both shocked and intensely grateful that Hannibal reaches for his hand, holding onto him with a firm, desperate grip. The way their fingers are laced Will can feel the steady thumping of Hannibal's heartbeat, the sensation of Hannibal's fingers between Will's own almost too erotic to stand in this moment.
By the time the taxi drops them off at the hotel Will feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin, and he sees nothing of the architecture, pays no attention to anything that isn't Hannibal. Taking his bag in numb fingers, he can't even manage to get the strap over his shoulder, and he turns his gaze to Hannibal's face, his eyes dark and hungry, begging silently for Hannibal to lead the way home.