The touch is validating, the words, as simple as they are, a form of praise and encouragement. Will thinks if he ever told anyone who knew what Hannibal is capable of this story they wouldn't believe a word of it. Hannibal is like a teacher, an architect, and he's instructing Will with positive reinforcement, giving him space and time to discover these things on his own. He's treating Will like a virgin, and, in this, Will is one.
It's that idea, that he's giving Hannibal, again, something he's never given anyone else, that drives Will to continue. Having received a number of blow jobs the mechanics aren't entirely foreign, so Will knows to reduce the tension in his lips as he moves to take more of Hannibal in his mouth, careful of the position of his teeth as he tips his chin up to a better angle. The slide of the plump head of Hannibal's cock on his tongue makes him moan, the sound muffled as he lets Hannibal's dick move all the way in just shy of his gag reflex.
Already his jaw feels stretched and a little achy, and Will thinks about the position he's in, naked on his knees, mouth half full of Hannibal's considerable manhood. It's dirty in a way Will finds suddenly very arousing, and he wonders if Hannibal might draw this later, maybe in the style of a French painter, a portrait of them from the side. Or if the image will be from Hannibal's point of view, his cock disappearing past Will's widely stretched lips, Will's watering eyes turned up seeking adulation.
Blinking, Will decides to try moving, drawing back and fraction and then taking Hannibal back in again, bobbing carefully and slowly. He's a novice and it shows, the rhythm uneven and not nearly fast enough to drive Hannibal's pleasure very high. The bulk of Will's concentration is on his teeth and their relative position to Hannibal's flesh, and on keeping Hannibal's cock head from going too far into his throat and choking him. Maybe after some practice he'll be able to take more, but for now it's too new, and even just an extra centimeter would cause Will to gag. Because he's focusing so hard on where Hannibal is in his mouth, he's completely unable to do anything about the excess saliva in his mouth, all of it dribbling down his chin, dripping on the floor and sliding along the line of his throat.
After a few minutes, Will pulls back and off, needing to swallow and to breathe. He wraps a hand around Hannibal to replace his mouth, wiping his chin on the back of his free hand and looking up to meet Hannibal's eyes. "Needs some work," he says simply with a soft smile before he licks his swollen lips.
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Date: 2016-03-08 09:39 am (UTC)It's that idea, that he's giving Hannibal, again, something he's never given anyone else, that drives Will to continue. Having received a number of blow jobs the mechanics aren't entirely foreign, so Will knows to reduce the tension in his lips as he moves to take more of Hannibal in his mouth, careful of the position of his teeth as he tips his chin up to a better angle. The slide of the plump head of Hannibal's cock on his tongue makes him moan, the sound muffled as he lets Hannibal's dick move all the way in just shy of his gag reflex.
Already his jaw feels stretched and a little achy, and Will thinks about the position he's in, naked on his knees, mouth half full of Hannibal's considerable manhood. It's dirty in a way Will finds suddenly very arousing, and he wonders if Hannibal might draw this later, maybe in the style of a French painter, a portrait of them from the side. Or if the image will be from Hannibal's point of view, his cock disappearing past Will's widely stretched lips, Will's watering eyes turned up seeking adulation.
Blinking, Will decides to try moving, drawing back and fraction and then taking Hannibal back in again, bobbing carefully and slowly. He's a novice and it shows, the rhythm uneven and not nearly fast enough to drive Hannibal's pleasure very high. The bulk of Will's concentration is on his teeth and their relative position to Hannibal's flesh, and on keeping Hannibal's cock head from going too far into his throat and choking him. Maybe after some practice he'll be able to take more, but for now it's too new, and even just an extra centimeter would cause Will to gag. Because he's focusing so hard on where Hannibal is in his mouth, he's completely unable to do anything about the excess saliva in his mouth, all of it dribbling down his chin, dripping on the floor and sliding along the line of his throat.
After a few minutes, Will pulls back and off, needing to swallow and to breathe. He wraps a hand around Hannibal to replace his mouth, wiping his chin on the back of his free hand and looking up to meet Hannibal's eyes. "Needs some work," he says simply with a soft smile before he licks his swollen lips.