At first Will thinks Hannibal might stop him, that he'll put a limit
on what Will can do, assert his dominance here as far as sex is
concerned between them. It's been clear since the first time they
fucked in Baltimore that Will isn't the first man Hannibal's taken to
bed, and Will is intensely interested now to know if Hannibal has
always been the one to take, if he's ever had someone touch him the
way Will wants to now. If he hasn't done it (and doesn't want to)
Will's certain it has nothing to do with stigma or fear; it's entirely
about control, about asserting it and refusing to relinquish it.
Hannibal has already done it with Will. Sexually he's let Will go down
on him, he's exposed his delicate parts to Will's touch and Will's
teeth. But more than that he's exposed his heart to Will, so open in
fact that it's like he cut his sternum in half and pulled his chest
apart, offering the organ still beating in whatever way Will wants it.
Taking Hannibal's body would pale in comparison to taking his heart,
and Will has no plans to be any more careless with Hannibal physically
than he has been emotionally. He's devoted to this man now; he doesn't
want to do anything in this life but please him.
Hannibal meets Will's eyes and Will can read everything he needs to in
them, the trust Hannibal has for him, the love and returned devotion,
and Will trembles when Hannibal shifts, moving to offer himself to
Will. Will can scarcely breathe with the emotions that rise inside
him, touched and aroused all at once, seeing Hannibal open and
vulnerable like this, desirous and unafraid. Will swallows hard and
reaches out again, his careful fingertips finding Hannibal's inner
thigh first, tracing the lean muscle down. He skims the underside of
Hannibal's balls again but he doesn't stop there this time, keeps
moving until his fingers dip low into the hollow where Hannibal's
gluteus muscles dip down the midline of his body. Will's eyes don't
leave Hannibal's as he moves to finally brush over Hannibal's asshole,
the skin somehow warmer even that the bathwater, and he exhales a
rough breath at all the thoughts in his head, how much he wants
everything with this man.
He doesn't push to penetrate, not here with no lubrication, but Will
rubs over the bundle of muscles, following the shape of them, touching
with the intention of giving pleasure, of seeing what Hannibal likes.
He puts just a bit of pressure against the sphincter, feeling it draw
up more tightly before Hannibal forces it to relax, his body accepting
Will's experimental touch.
"Have you... Have you been touched like this before?" Will hears
himself ask, and he blinks his eyes into focus on Hannibal's face.
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Date: 2016-05-28 07:46 pm (UTC)At first Will thinks Hannibal might stop him, that he'll put a limit on what Will can do, assert his dominance here as far as sex is concerned between them. It's been clear since the first time they fucked in Baltimore that Will isn't the first man Hannibal's taken to bed, and Will is intensely interested now to know if Hannibal has always been the one to take, if he's ever had someone touch him the way Will wants to now. If he hasn't done it (and doesn't want to) Will's certain it has nothing to do with stigma or fear; it's entirely about control, about asserting it and refusing to relinquish it.
Hannibal has already done it with Will. Sexually he's let Will go down on him, he's exposed his delicate parts to Will's touch and Will's teeth. But more than that he's exposed his heart to Will, so open in fact that it's like he cut his sternum in half and pulled his chest apart, offering the organ still beating in whatever way Will wants it. Taking Hannibal's body would pale in comparison to taking his heart, and Will has no plans to be any more careless with Hannibal physically than he has been emotionally. He's devoted to this man now; he doesn't want to do anything in this life but please him.
Hannibal meets Will's eyes and Will can read everything he needs to in them, the trust Hannibal has for him, the love and returned devotion, and Will trembles when Hannibal shifts, moving to offer himself to Will. Will can scarcely breathe with the emotions that rise inside him, touched and aroused all at once, seeing Hannibal open and vulnerable like this, desirous and unafraid. Will swallows hard and reaches out again, his careful fingertips finding Hannibal's inner thigh first, tracing the lean muscle down. He skims the underside of Hannibal's balls again but he doesn't stop there this time, keeps moving until his fingers dip low into the hollow where Hannibal's gluteus muscles dip down the midline of his body. Will's eyes don't leave Hannibal's as he moves to finally brush over Hannibal's asshole, the skin somehow warmer even that the bathwater, and he exhales a rough breath at all the thoughts in his head, how much he wants everything with this man.
He doesn't push to penetrate, not here with no lubrication, but Will rubs over the bundle of muscles, following the shape of them, touching with the intention of giving pleasure, of seeing what Hannibal likes. He puts just a bit of pressure against the sphincter, feeling it draw up more tightly before Hannibal forces it to relax, his body accepting Will's experimental touch.
"Have you... Have you been touched like this before?" Will hears himself ask, and he blinks his eyes into focus on Hannibal's face.