Will has a tendency to be impatient, in a hurry to move on to what's
next, to get things over with. Sex before Hannibal was absolutely one
of those situations where Will wasn't interested in spending much
time, rushing to the conclusion as quickly as his partner would allow.
Here with Hannibal, kissing leisurely, warm and close but neither of
them being driven by desperation, Will realizes he could do this for
hours, just kiss and touch with no immediate end in sight. Hannibal's
mouth tastes hot and raw, like nothing but him, and Will searches
every inch with his tongue, his arms wrapping around Hannibal's neck
when Hannibal pull him close, puts their erections in contact. He
groans at the feeling, at the memory of how Hannibal feels inside him,
and he finds if he squeezes the right muscles the little ache from the
stretch is still there, the feeling making him shiver.
Still, Hannibal's not rushing so Will savors the moment himself,
arching his back and rolling his hips forward as best he can from the
position he's in so he can rub himself against Hannibal's generous
girth. Wanting a more direct touch, he moves one hand down Hannibal's
chest, sliding beneath the surface of the water as he follows the firm
musculature of Hannibal's abdomen down to the plunging vee between his
thighs. There Will winds his fingers around Hannibal's shaft, his grip
loose as he strokes not with the intention of further arousing but
experiencing, toying with the shift of Hannibal's foreskin, feeling
the ridges and veins, the shape of the flared head and the length of
the slit in the tip. He's still kissing Hannibal all the while, but
pace has slowed, Will's attention divided, and eventually he eases
back, wanting to watch Hannibal's face as he decides where he's going
next.
He holds Hannibal's gaze as he slides the circle of his fist down
Hannibal's length until he reaches the root, his hand turning and
moving carefully as he cups Hannibal's scrotum, feeling the skin go
from loose to tight beneath his touch. He licks his lips as he tests
the shape of each testicle, fingers following the curves, thumb
stroking. He feels a thickness in the back of his throat as he
continues his explorations, Hannibal's dark eyes on his own, trust and
desire in them, and it takes Will a moment to realize the raucous
breathing he hears is his own. He swallows hard as his fingers push
back, fingertips slipping over Hannibal's perineum, and he can't
really get at what he wants in this position, not with how upright
Hannibal is sitting, but he wants Hannibal to know he's not going to
shy away from it either, that, if Hannibal wants it, to be touched
there, tasted, fucked, Will wants it too.
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Will has a tendency to be impatient, in a hurry to move on to what's next, to get things over with. Sex before Hannibal was absolutely one of those situations where Will wasn't interested in spending much time, rushing to the conclusion as quickly as his partner would allow. Here with Hannibal, kissing leisurely, warm and close but neither of them being driven by desperation, Will realizes he could do this for hours, just kiss and touch with no immediate end in sight. Hannibal's mouth tastes hot and raw, like nothing but him, and Will searches every inch with his tongue, his arms wrapping around Hannibal's neck when Hannibal pull him close, puts their erections in contact. He groans at the feeling, at the memory of how Hannibal feels inside him, and he finds if he squeezes the right muscles the little ache from the stretch is still there, the feeling making him shiver.
Still, Hannibal's not rushing so Will savors the moment himself, arching his back and rolling his hips forward as best he can from the position he's in so he can rub himself against Hannibal's generous girth. Wanting a more direct touch, he moves one hand down Hannibal's chest, sliding beneath the surface of the water as he follows the firm musculature of Hannibal's abdomen down to the plunging vee between his thighs. There Will winds his fingers around Hannibal's shaft, his grip loose as he strokes not with the intention of further arousing but experiencing, toying with the shift of Hannibal's foreskin, feeling the ridges and veins, the shape of the flared head and the length of the slit in the tip. He's still kissing Hannibal all the while, but pace has slowed, Will's attention divided, and eventually he eases back, wanting to watch Hannibal's face as he decides where he's going next.
He holds Hannibal's gaze as he slides the circle of his fist down Hannibal's length until he reaches the root, his hand turning and moving carefully as he cups Hannibal's scrotum, feeling the skin go from loose to tight beneath his touch. He licks his lips as he tests the shape of each testicle, fingers following the curves, thumb stroking. He feels a thickness in the back of his throat as he continues his explorations, Hannibal's dark eyes on his own, trust and desire in them, and it takes Will a moment to realize the raucous breathing he hears is his own. He swallows hard as his fingers push back, fingertips slipping over Hannibal's perineum, and he can't really get at what he wants in this position, not with how upright Hannibal is sitting, but he wants Hannibal to know he's not going to shy away from it either, that, if Hannibal wants it, to be touched there, tasted, fucked, Will wants it too.