Hannibal sees the need in every bit of Will's being, in the ripple of his muscles and the tightness of his jaw, in the way his body works around Hannibal's finger and the way his breath is ragged. Hannibal knows how torturous this is for Will, this slow pace not sating Will's thirst for physical contact, if anything making it more acute. Hannibal has no intention of making it any less torturous. In fact he slows, just a little, watching how Will's squirms increase, how his moans are made louder, more broken. Will must be screaming inside, must be just on the cusp of begging, pleading for mercy, for release.
"Tell me, Will," Hannibal says, warm and curious if somewhat detached, the sort of tone her would use in psychotherapy. The words might suggest to Will than Hannibal wishes him to beg, and that's the impression Hannibal intends, but not the true meaning. He pours a little more olive oil on his fingers, then pushes two inside his prostrate lover. "Tell me how it feels." Hannibal is directing Will to give his full attention to the pleasurable agony, not allowing him to merely drift. He wants to know, wants to know what's in his lover's mind, what Hannibal's attentions are doing to him. And he wants to see his lover writhe even more, knowing that getting what he wants, what he needs, will be all the more intense the more intense the agony that precedes it.
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Date: 2016-04-25 05:55 pm (UTC)"Tell me, Will," Hannibal says, warm and curious if somewhat detached, the sort of tone her would use in psychotherapy. The words might suggest to Will than Hannibal wishes him to beg, and that's the impression Hannibal intends, but not the true meaning. He pours a little more olive oil on his fingers, then pushes two inside his prostrate lover. "Tell me how it feels." Hannibal is directing Will to give his full attention to the pleasurable agony, not allowing him to merely drift. He wants to know, wants to know what's in his lover's mind, what Hannibal's attentions are doing to him. And he wants to see his lover writhe even more, knowing that getting what he wants, what he needs, will be all the more intense the more intense the agony that precedes it.