Will can't help smiling at the way Hannibal alludes to their current
state and how it would present if they went out in public now. Even if
they wore clothes that concealed their undeniable physical arousal,
the expressions on their faces, the flush of their skin, and the fact
that there would be no way they would be able to keep their hands off
each other would tell even the less observant stranger what they were
on their way to do. Will takes a breath, feeling warm and complete and
wanted in Hannibal's grasp, caught in Hannibal's gaze.
"I don't want to do it without lubricant," he says, and the words
sound funny in Will's mouth, so blunt and clinical. "There are better
ways we can incorporate pain," he adds then, some of the ideas already
coming to mind making goosebumps rise on his arms. "But not tonight,
not this time," he tells Hannibal. He thinks maybe Hannibal wouldn't
mind that he's thinking of it as making love with Hannibal this first
time, that he wants it to be profound and intense without being
harmful or brutal.
He licks over his lower lip as he dips one hand beneath the surface of
the water again, his fingers curving around Hannibal's shaft,
squeezing once before beginning to stroke, reveling again at the fluid
shift of Hannibal's foreskin. "I like the idea of going out for lube,"
Will says, his voice low and huskily playful. "The idea of going into
a shop together to get it, giving anyone who sees it ideas." Maybe
it's not the smartest plan, knowing Jack and the FBI are almost
certainly looking for them, but Will can't help entertaining the
notion of broadcasting their sexual relationship even in just a small
radius.
"I want to take you in our bed," Will goes on, his voice going
quieter, rougher as his fist moves a little more quickly over
Hannibal's prick. "I want it to be good, for both of us. I want the
memory to have a place of honor in your mind palace," he continues,
the feeling of Hannibal in his hand enough to make Will dizzy again
with desire.
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Date: 2016-06-06 04:52 am (UTC)Will can't help smiling at the way Hannibal alludes to their current state and how it would present if they went out in public now. Even if they wore clothes that concealed their undeniable physical arousal, the expressions on their faces, the flush of their skin, and the fact that there would be no way they would be able to keep their hands off each other would tell even the less observant stranger what they were on their way to do. Will takes a breath, feeling warm and complete and wanted in Hannibal's grasp, caught in Hannibal's gaze.
"I don't want to do it without lubricant," he says, and the words sound funny in Will's mouth, so blunt and clinical. "There are better ways we can incorporate pain," he adds then, some of the ideas already coming to mind making goosebumps rise on his arms. "But not tonight, not this time," he tells Hannibal. He thinks maybe Hannibal wouldn't mind that he's thinking of it as making love with Hannibal this first time, that he wants it to be profound and intense without being harmful or brutal.
He licks over his lower lip as he dips one hand beneath the surface of the water again, his fingers curving around Hannibal's shaft, squeezing once before beginning to stroke, reveling again at the fluid shift of Hannibal's foreskin. "I like the idea of going out for lube," Will says, his voice low and huskily playful. "The idea of going into a shop together to get it, giving anyone who sees it ideas." Maybe it's not the smartest plan, knowing Jack and the FBI are almost certainly looking for them, but Will can't help entertaining the notion of broadcasting their sexual relationship even in just a small radius.
"I want to take you in our bed," Will goes on, his voice going quieter, rougher as his fist moves a little more quickly over Hannibal's prick. "I want it to be good, for both of us. I want the memory to have a place of honor in your mind palace," he continues, the feeling of Hannibal in his hand enough to make Will dizzy again with desire.