Hannibal's movements become progressively stronger, harder, but there's no violence in it, nothing meant to cause pain, only pleasure. The sound of their bodies coming together rings through the room, skin on skin, their harsh breathing and guttural noises of effort and satisfaction. Hannibal's thrusts are powerful and deep, and Hannibal's hands on Will are possessive and firm, claiming. Will can feel the vibration of their pelvises connecting, all the way through his body, along his spine and into his jaw, and he pulls Hannibal in harder with his legs tugging around Hannibal's waist.

The slide of Hannibal's cock inside him is still slick and easy, the oil not going tacky like lube would have by now, and when Will tilts his hips to push a hand between them to cup his own erection the angle causes a spark of intense pleasure with Hannibal's next thrust. It's powerful enough to make Will call out Hannibal's name, and he tosses his head back, every muscle in his body clenching down, gripping Hannibal inside tightly. Will takes a breath, sobbing at the feeling, his hand pressed down over himself as he rides Hannibal's plunging cock, losing himself completely to what they've become, not two separate people but one beautiful entity, connected utterly inside and out.