The kiss isn't exactly expected, but it was certainly hoped for, and
Will bites his lower lip when Hannibal's teeth drag over his sensitive
skin, stretched tight and thin over his throbbing artery. He doesn't
want to die, doesn't want this beautiful new life to end anytime soon,
but the thought of Hannibal biting down, piercing his skin and
spilling his blood, tasting it, makes Will shiver. He knows Hannibal
can feel it, can detect every shift in Will's body, no matter how
minute, so Will doesn't bother to hide any reaction, wanting Hannibal
to know how genuine his desire for this, their life together, is.
Will's breath rushes out of him in a soft sigh of pleasure when
Hannibal's hand moves to touch his thigh, the muscles tightening for a
moment as his body reacts. Never in his life has Will been so sexually
insatiable, so wanton, and he should probably be ashamed of how
quickly and easily Hannibal's touch arouses him, but, at the moment,
he can't be bothered.
"So you can recreate me?" Will asks in response when Hannibal voices
his desires, and Will pushes his head back a little more so he can see
Hannibal's face a little. "All my imperfections and flaws," he adds,
his body moving to chase Hannibal's touch, craving more like a drug.
"All the marks you left on me when you made me?"
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Date: 2016-05-24 05:49 am (UTC)The kiss isn't exactly expected, but it was certainly hoped for, and Will bites his lower lip when Hannibal's teeth drag over his sensitive skin, stretched tight and thin over his throbbing artery. He doesn't want to die, doesn't want this beautiful new life to end anytime soon, but the thought of Hannibal biting down, piercing his skin and spilling his blood, tasting it, makes Will shiver. He knows Hannibal can feel it, can detect every shift in Will's body, no matter how minute, so Will doesn't bother to hide any reaction, wanting Hannibal to know how genuine his desire for this, their life together, is.
Will's breath rushes out of him in a soft sigh of pleasure when Hannibal's hand moves to touch his thigh, the muscles tightening for a moment as his body reacts. Never in his life has Will been so sexually insatiable, so wanton, and he should probably be ashamed of how quickly and easily Hannibal's touch arouses him, but, at the moment, he can't be bothered.
"So you can recreate me?" Will asks in response when Hannibal voices his desires, and Will pushes his head back a little more so he can see Hannibal's face a little. "All my imperfections and flaws," he adds, his body moving to chase Hannibal's touch, craving more like a drug. "All the marks you left on me when you made me?"