When Will meets Hannibal's eyes again as Hannibal eases himself back, Will can see the thoughtfulness of Hannibal's expression and he wonders what Hannibal's thinking, if he's still considering what it will be like to take Will's kidney from him, or if there's something else there, ideas of what he'd like to do to Will, now or in the future. The shine in his gaze makes Will think Hannibal's mind is somewhere else, a fantasy, taking Will apart, taking Will's life, and Will whimpers under the scrutiny.
He wants to hear about it, but he's too interested in what Hannibal's about to do to ask. He has a feeling tales of Hannibal's current idea of how he'd murder Will are going to quickly become part of their lovemaking, dirty things Hannibal whispers into Will's ear as he's fucking him, while Will's sucking Hannibal's cock. For now, Will relaxes back against the pillows, his desperation tempered by Hannibal's gentle shushing, and he finds himself baring his throat, opening himself up easily, willingly to Hannibal's warm, wet lips and sharp teeth. When he inhales, he's careful to keep it slow, not wanting to cause Hannibal to stray.
He should be expecting it, but when Hannibal's teeth clamp down, when his fingers twist, both of Will's nippled caught in the onslaught, Will cries out vividly, wordlessly, his chest arcing up. He has a fist in Hannibal's hair before he realizes he's moved his hand, his body shaking as he groans, cock ached hard and leaking between his thighs. He gasps, pressing his head back into the pillows, his vision filled with spots, and when he says Hannibal's name the tone is wanton and pleading.
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Date: 2016-03-22 05:29 am (UTC)He wants to hear about it, but he's too interested in what Hannibal's about to do to ask. He has a feeling tales of Hannibal's current idea of how he'd murder Will are going to quickly become part of their lovemaking, dirty things Hannibal whispers into Will's ear as he's fucking him, while Will's sucking Hannibal's cock. For now, Will relaxes back against the pillows, his desperation tempered by Hannibal's gentle shushing, and he finds himself baring his throat, opening himself up easily, willingly to Hannibal's warm, wet lips and sharp teeth. When he inhales, he's careful to keep it slow, not wanting to cause Hannibal to stray.
He should be expecting it, but when Hannibal's teeth clamp down, when his fingers twist, both of Will's nippled caught in the onslaught, Will cries out vividly, wordlessly, his chest arcing up. He has a fist in Hannibal's hair before he realizes he's moved his hand, his body shaking as he groans, cock ached hard and leaking between his thighs. He gasps, pressing his head back into the pillows, his vision filled with spots, and when he says Hannibal's name the tone is wanton and pleading.