Hannibal looks up as Will moans his name, his eyes darkly seductive. Controlling and manipulating others has long been one of his most enjoyable pastimes, and this, drawing such cries from his lover, making his cock swell and ache and drip, is such an exquisite form of it. He releases Will's nipples from his teeth and his fingers, and very slowly licks Will's nipple, soothing it, tasting the sweet bitterness of his skin, the tang of his sweat, while brushing his fingertips lightly over the other one.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to taste you?" he purrs, moving further down, lips and breath hot on Will's chest, then down to his abdomen. He smooths Will's skin beneath his hands, reveling in the feel of his lover's flesh, his warmth. "How long I've wanted to have you here, like this, enraptured? To give you pleasure in this way, like I have with food, or with the hunt?"

He finally comes to his lover's erection, and takes a moment to gaze at it, to appreciate it in all its yearning. Then he raises his eyes to Will's face, leans down, and slowly licks the underside of his lover's cock, base to tip.