Will hadn't worried that Hannibal wouldn't want his thrusting,
wouldn't be able to handle it as gracefully as he handles everything,
but the touch of Hannibal's hands, gripping but not pulling him in,
perfectly, beautifully confirms all of those suspicions. There's a
longing in Hannibal's eyes, and simultaneously an edge to his
expression, daring Will to take this further, to use and abuse his
lover in a way he's never allowed himself to before.
Hannibal knows there's a desire there, hidden deep inside, a violence
that extends beyond killing, its tendrils reaching out into other
aspects of Will's life. Sex with Hannibal is already something other
than any other sexual experience Will's ever had, more satisfying, and
he knows this is the bulk of the reason why. Hannibal knows what Will
wants, what he needs, even when Will doesn't.
Releasing his grip on Hannibal's hair, Will slides his hand down to
palm the base of Hannibal's skull, his fingertips digging in as he
shifts form slow but rhythmic thrusts to push forward, not stopping
until he feels the end of his dick slip into the back of Hannibal's
throat. Though the movement is controlled and careful, he knows he's
nearly completely cutting off Hannibal's airway, that any amount of
air Hannibal might be able to draw won't be enough to remotely fill
his lungs. He stays in place for a long moment, moving his hand to
brush his fingers over Hannibal's cheek, past the corner of Hannibal's
mouth, stretched around Will's cock. He can see Hannibal's body
fighting instinctually to survive, though his expression is calm, his
eyes beginning to bulge slightly, face going red, and they both know
either of them could live or die in this moment, that they both have
the will and the power to take the other's life.
But they both know that's not what they want tonight, likely not for a
long while. When he feels Hannibal's hands beginning to shake, his
fingertips curling to bite lightly against the skin of Will's ass,
Will eases back, pulling all the way out of Hannibal's mouth so he can
gasp in lungfuls of precious oxygen, can catch his breath before they
dive back in for more.
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Date: 2016-10-12 07:05 pm (UTC)Will hadn't worried that Hannibal wouldn't want his thrusting, wouldn't be able to handle it as gracefully as he handles everything, but the touch of Hannibal's hands, gripping but not pulling him in, perfectly, beautifully confirms all of those suspicions. There's a longing in Hannibal's eyes, and simultaneously an edge to his expression, daring Will to take this further, to use and abuse his lover in a way he's never allowed himself to before.
Hannibal knows there's a desire there, hidden deep inside, a violence that extends beyond killing, its tendrils reaching out into other aspects of Will's life. Sex with Hannibal is already something other than any other sexual experience Will's ever had, more satisfying, and he knows this is the bulk of the reason why. Hannibal knows what Will wants, what he needs, even when Will doesn't.
Releasing his grip on Hannibal's hair, Will slides his hand down to palm the base of Hannibal's skull, his fingertips digging in as he shifts form slow but rhythmic thrusts to push forward, not stopping until he feels the end of his dick slip into the back of Hannibal's throat. Though the movement is controlled and careful, he knows he's nearly completely cutting off Hannibal's airway, that any amount of air Hannibal might be able to draw won't be enough to remotely fill his lungs. He stays in place for a long moment, moving his hand to brush his fingers over Hannibal's cheek, past the corner of Hannibal's mouth, stretched around Will's cock. He can see Hannibal's body fighting instinctually to survive, though his expression is calm, his eyes beginning to bulge slightly, face going red, and they both know either of them could live or die in this moment, that they both have the will and the power to take the other's life.
But they both know that's not what they want tonight, likely not for a long while. When he feels Hannibal's hands beginning to shake, his fingertips curling to bite lightly against the skin of Will's ass, Will eases back, pulling all the way out of Hannibal's mouth so he can gasp in lungfuls of precious oxygen, can catch his breath before they dive back in for more.