To Hannibal, this unfolding moment is like sitting in a hushed opera house watching a world-class soprano transforming the genius of Mozart into something truly sublime. That he has relinquished control makes it all that much sweeter, allowing him to entirely soak in the experience without attention to the machinations of manipulation. He can witness and experience the beauty of the desire that he and Will share in its purest form, unadulterated by deception, by mistrust, by fear.
Hannibal rests his hand on the back of Will's head as his lover's lips and teeth slip downward. He draws a breath as Will's hands go to his belt and the fastenings of his trousers, his fingers so close to Hannibal's cock. As Will sinks to one knee, baring Hannibal's growing arousal, Hannibal gazes down at him, his hand now cupping Will's cheek, and smiles.
"Shouldn't I be the one on my knees?" he murmurs, his eyes sparkling.
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Date: 2016-09-14 03:03 am (UTC)Hannibal rests his hand on the back of Will's head as his lover's lips and teeth slip downward. He draws a breath as Will's hands go to his belt and the fastenings of his trousers, his fingers so close to Hannibal's cock. As Will sinks to one knee, baring Hannibal's growing arousal, Hannibal gazes down at him, his hand now cupping Will's cheek, and smiles.
"Shouldn't I be the one on my knees?" he murmurs, his eyes sparkling.