Will can't help the gaspy shudder that comes when Hannibal's tongue slides over his abused nipple, when he speaks, his breath just a little cool against the wetness of Hannibal's saliva and making Will's nipple draw up even harder, aching from the tug of Hannibal's teeth. He doesn't know the answer to Hannibal's questions but he finds he desperately wants to, and he loosens his grip on Hannibal's hair as he watches Hannibal move down his torso, his body trembling with anticipation and desire.
He takes a breath to ask Hannibal how long he's wanted this, the rapture of sex, one of the many pages in the book they're writing together, but he doesn't get the chance before Hannibal is hovering over his groin, Hannibal's eyes meeting Will's, dark and hungry. Will makes a broken whimpering sound when Hannibal licks at him, gets his first taste, Will's cock jerking of its own accord as Will's thighs go tight as he denies the instinct to thrust, to push into the glorious attention Hannibal's providing.
"Fuck," he breathes, stroking the back of Hannibal's neck, a gentle touch of encouragement. "Tell me," he manages, his voice shaking. "How long have you thought of me this way?"
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Date: 2016-03-24 09:41 pm (UTC)He takes a breath to ask Hannibal how long he's wanted this, the rapture of sex, one of the many pages in the book they're writing together, but he doesn't get the chance before Hannibal is hovering over his groin, Hannibal's eyes meeting Will's, dark and hungry. Will makes a broken whimpering sound when Hannibal licks at him, gets his first taste, Will's cock jerking of its own accord as Will's thighs go tight as he denies the instinct to thrust, to push into the glorious attention Hannibal's providing.
"Fuck," he breathes, stroking the back of Hannibal's neck, a gentle touch of encouragement. "Tell me," he manages, his voice shaking. "How long have you thought of me this way?"