Hannibal takes a deep breath as Will's words settle aching and warm in his groin. Will wants Hannibal, wants him deep, and Hannibal wants dearly to be deep within his lover, to feel as Will's muscles cling to his cock instead of his fingers, to be flesh-on-flesh and feel every gasp, every twitch, every moan, instead of merely seeing or hearing.
Will's question makes Hannibal's smile deepen warmly. He pauses for a moment, considering his answer.
"When one has an experience of beauty," he finally says, his fingers again moving, stroking, scissoring, "one is either the creator or the witness. It is somewhat rare to be both. And yet, here I am." His tone is fond, controlled...and yet there is sentiment beneath it that is powerful, and against which Hannibal himself has (somewhat distressingly) little control. "You are beautiful, Will," he continues, voice softer, that sentiment more apparent. "And I consider myself fortunate to have brought that beauty forth."
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Date: 2016-04-28 02:55 am (UTC)Will's question makes Hannibal's smile deepen warmly. He pauses for a moment, considering his answer.
"When one has an experience of beauty," he finally says, his fingers again moving, stroking, scissoring, "one is either the creator or the witness. It is somewhat rare to be both. And yet, here I am." His tone is fond, controlled...and yet there is sentiment beneath it that is powerful, and against which Hannibal himself has (somewhat distressingly) little control. "You are beautiful, Will," he continues, voice softer, that sentiment more apparent. "And I consider myself fortunate to have brought that beauty forth."