Hannibal moans out Will's name, breathless, and moves his hand from the small of Will's back and slides it between them to clasp over Will's cock as well. He pulls Will close with his other arm and begins to thrust with abandon, surrendering to the the pleasure, physical, mental, spiritual, that is searing away everything that is not this, this moment, this man. Surrender is such an alien thing to Hannibal. Even when he appears to surrender, it is almost always merely a way of convincing his target that what was actually a tactical move on Hannibal's part was somehow their victory. This is true surrender, not only to the swiftly mounting pleasure but to Will, giving him everything, stripped bare before him in a way deeper than mere nudity.
Hannibal's breath becomes jagged cries, his thrusts irregular, and then he groans lowly as he comes deep into his lover, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering.
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Date: 2016-05-05 01:48 am (UTC)Hannibal's breath becomes jagged cries, his thrusts irregular, and then he groans lowly as he comes deep into his lover, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering.