Hannibal imagines what it would be like to prepare Will for roasting. He rubs the oil into Will's skin, along with salt and sage. Will is watching, smiling at him, and Hannibal smiles back. He watches Will's skin shimmer, then redden, then crackle and brown, all the while his eyes remaining alert.
The image fades into the reality of his lover sitting before him, his arousal as clear in his face as it is in cock. Hannibal meets those pupil-blown eyes and his smile deepens, love swelling in his chest. As appetizing as the fantasy is, the reality is what he is hungry for. To enjoy Will, consume him, the oil preparing his lover's flesh in a different way. He comes up close, at the edge of the table, then opens the bottle and pours some oil onto his fingers. He reaches out and slides his hand slowly up the inside of Will's thigh, the oil leaving a slick, fragrant trail. Once he reaches Will's groin, he circles the base of his lover's cock with his fingers, then caresses his testicles, then moves down further, slow, deliberate, his eyes on Will's as his fingertips finally circle his lover's entrance.
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The image fades into the reality of his lover sitting before him, his arousal as clear in his face as it is in cock. Hannibal meets those pupil-blown eyes and his smile deepens, love swelling in his chest. As appetizing as the fantasy is, the reality is what he is hungry for. To enjoy Will, consume him, the oil preparing his lover's flesh in a different way. He comes up close, at the edge of the table, then opens the bottle and pours some oil onto his fingers. He reaches out and slides his hand slowly up the inside of Will's thigh, the oil leaving a slick, fragrant trail. Once he reaches Will's groin, he circles the base of his lover's cock with his fingers, then caresses his testicles, then moves down further, slow, deliberate, his eyes on Will's as his fingertips finally circle his lover's entrance.