Will could see it, if he wanted to. He could recreate the scene that his emissary had created, Hannibal noosed with his arms stretched out, and witness for himself what Hannibal looked like, strung up, caught, choking, bleeding. There's no way of doing it that's perfectly safe, but he's certain that's not a hindrance. The thought of submitting to that, of allowing his lover to hang him to sate his murderous impulse, makes Hannibal smile as he continues to bob his head, stroking Will's cock with his lips and tongue and teeth.
And then Will declares his desire, and Hannibal cannot help a low moan at the thought of being marked by Will, of having him carve his mark into Hannibal's flesh. He pulls back from his lover's erection, needing to draw a breath, his own cock throbbing with need.
"How would you scar me, Will?" he asks, his eyes dark.
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Date: 2016-03-27 02:46 am (UTC)And then Will declares his desire, and Hannibal cannot help a low moan at the thought of being marked by Will, of having him carve his mark into Hannibal's flesh. He pulls back from his lover's erection, needing to draw a breath, his own cock throbbing with need.
"How would you scar me, Will?" he asks, his eyes dark.