Every minute detail of Will's agony is precious in Hannibal's eyes, and every tremble, every rough gasp, every shaking touch, is written into Hannibal's memory so that years from now he will be able to unroll the memory like a scroll and pore over it at his leisure. When Will slips his thumbs into Hannibal's mouth, Hannibal's smile deepens as he notes the implied dominance tangled beautifully in trust. It's like a lion tamer placing his head into the lion's mouth. All the powerful lion needs to do is snap those mighty jaws on the man's foolish neck. Will is far from uninformed on what a dangerous creature Hannibal is. All Hannibal has to do is bite down, through skin and muscle and sinew and tendons and cartilage and bone, crunch it all up like a drowned songbird. Will's trust that he won't is a precious thing in and of itself.
And then Will takes the step both he and Hannibal long for, and gives the order Hannibal had challenged him to. Hannibal's eyes sparkle dangerously as he extends his tongue, and slowly laps the shiny pearl of precum from the tip of Will's cock. Then he leans in, taking Will in his mouth all the way, the reflexes of his throat entirely under his control. And here Hannibal is again exquisitely dangerous, the lion with the tamer's head in his mouth. One chomp and he could sever his lover's cock and drink the blood that would come spurting from the wound. It's a glorious image, and Hannibal wonders if Will thinks of it as well. He bites down, just a little right at the base, to remind Will of what he risks, of what Hannibal surrenders. Then he eases up on the pressure with his teeth, and instead pulls back, stroking Will's length with his lips and tongue.
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Date: 2016-10-04 06:03 pm (UTC)And then Will takes the step both he and Hannibal long for, and gives the order Hannibal had challenged him to. Hannibal's eyes sparkle dangerously as he extends his tongue, and slowly laps the shiny pearl of precum from the tip of Will's cock. Then he leans in, taking Will in his mouth all the way, the reflexes of his throat entirely under his control. And here Hannibal is again exquisitely dangerous, the lion with the tamer's head in his mouth. One chomp and he could sever his lover's cock and drink the blood that would come spurting from the wound. It's a glorious image, and Hannibal wonders if Will thinks of it as well. He bites down, just a little right at the base, to remind Will of what he risks, of what Hannibal surrenders. Then he eases up on the pressure with his teeth, and instead pulls back, stroking Will's length with his lips and tongue.