Will's eyes flutter when Hannibal's hand begins to move with intent,
bent now to sending Will to the brink and then chasing him over, no
longer interested in holding back or drawing this moment out. They
have nothing but time ahead of them here, chances to touch and tease,
to get into each other's heads and find each and every hidden desire.
But they both know what these rough handjobs in the bath are leading
to, and Will's relieved to find that Hannibal's as desperate to get
there tonight as he is, to submit to Will, to give himself up to
Will's thirst for him.
"You have all of me," Will tells Hannibal, his voice broken and
gasping as he matches Hannibal's pace once more, both of them focused
now, both caught in rapidly rising pleasure. "You've had me, longer
than I realized," he goes on, this muscles in his forearm starting to
ache as he works his fist over Hannibal's length, driven by the
ecstasy blooming and breaking on Hannibal's face. "Hannibal," he
groans, and he'd planned to say more, but he can't make words come
together in his mind, only feelings, only hunger and love, everything
squeezed together in the advent of his climax. He makes nothing then
but wordless noises, his head tipping back as his body begins to shake
and tighten, and then it crests and rolls over him, the pitch of his
cries rising as he spends himself into the warm, lapping water.
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Date: 2016-06-09 10:47 pm (UTC)Will's eyes flutter when Hannibal's hand begins to move with intent, bent now to sending Will to the brink and then chasing him over, no longer interested in holding back or drawing this moment out. They have nothing but time ahead of them here, chances to touch and tease, to get into each other's heads and find each and every hidden desire. But they both know what these rough handjobs in the bath are leading to, and Will's relieved to find that Hannibal's as desperate to get there tonight as he is, to submit to Will, to give himself up to Will's thirst for him.
"You have all of me," Will tells Hannibal, his voice broken and gasping as he matches Hannibal's pace once more, both of them focused now, both caught in rapidly rising pleasure. "You've had me, longer than I realized," he goes on, this muscles in his forearm starting to ache as he works his fist over Hannibal's length, driven by the ecstasy blooming and breaking on Hannibal's face. "Hannibal," he groans, and he'd planned to say more, but he can't make words come together in his mind, only feelings, only hunger and love, everything squeezed together in the advent of his climax. He makes nothing then but wordless noises, his head tipping back as his body begins to shake and tighten, and then it crests and rolls over him, the pitch of his cries rising as he spends himself into the warm, lapping water.