Hannibal is certain there are any number of scenarios playing out in Will's mind, touched off by the answer to his question. After all, that was Will's job, was it not? To take evidence and extrapolate? Imagine what the truth might be from the barest hints of evidence? In all likelihood his imaginings aren't accurate, but he is correct in thinking that Hannibal would not balk at sharing details, when he wants them. It's possible he doesn't want them now because it's considered something of a faux pas to speak of a former lover in the company (especially the sexual company) of a current one. Part of Hannibal wonders idly if and when they will speak of Alanna. He'll be honest about her, too, but he wonders if Will might decide to avoid the subject entirely.
As Will continues to explore, Hannibal tips his head back with a pleasured sigh, closing his eyes, focusing all of his attention on the sensations of Will's finger so carefully curious as they caress him in that intimate spot. He breathes into the feeling, letting it spread through his body like the warmth of a fine brandy, punctuated with short, quick gasps and slight arches as Will's fingers find particularly tender spots. Hannibal is in exceptional control of his body, even most otherwise involuntary motions. If he had reason to, he could slow his heart to a virtual standstill, fooling even a heart monitor into believing him dead. So the fact that his body is outside his control now, twitching and gasping at Will's ministrations, is something strange and wonderful.
Then Will pushes the tip of his finger just into that tight ring of muscle, and Hannibal again gasps, one of his hands leaving the side of the tub to grasp at Will's shoulder. He swallows, then relaxes, relaxing the muscles that Will is probing, relaxing his hand although he leaves it on Will's shoulder.
"Not just fingers," he says, his voice rough, his head full of images of Will taking him, filling him, fucking him. He shivers, almost imperceptibly, his achingly hard cock twitching.
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Date: 2016-05-31 11:43 pm (UTC)As Will continues to explore, Hannibal tips his head back with a pleasured sigh, closing his eyes, focusing all of his attention on the sensations of Will's finger so carefully curious as they caress him in that intimate spot. He breathes into the feeling, letting it spread through his body like the warmth of a fine brandy, punctuated with short, quick gasps and slight arches as Will's fingers find particularly tender spots. Hannibal is in exceptional control of his body, even most otherwise involuntary motions. If he had reason to, he could slow his heart to a virtual standstill, fooling even a heart monitor into believing him dead. So the fact that his body is outside his control now, twitching and gasping at Will's ministrations, is something strange and wonderful.
Then Will pushes the tip of his finger just into that tight ring of muscle, and Hannibal again gasps, one of his hands leaving the side of the tub to grasp at Will's shoulder. He swallows, then relaxes, relaxing the muscles that Will is probing, relaxing his hand although he leaves it on Will's shoulder.
"Not just fingers," he says, his voice rough, his head full of images of Will taking him, filling him, fucking him. He shivers, almost imperceptibly, his achingly hard cock twitching.