Despite being held in place by Hannibal's noose, the longer they move together, the more the lines between them blur, the less Will feels like a submissive in this moment and the more he feels like an equal participant. Hannibal's breathing is very telling, the heaviness of it, the way every few breaths catch making a sound like a muted moan. The tenor of it sends hot tendrils of pleasure down Will's spine, his body riding back against Hannibal's cock with nearly the nearly frenzied desire to keep Hannibal making those sounds, to incite him to make more.
His own voice is much less restrained, every exhale a rough groan, every inhalation a gasp. His skin beneath his underwear is starting to feel a little raw from Hannibal's firm attention, the cotton fabric damp with Will's sweat and pre-come. His esophagus is swollen from the tension of the tie around his neck, feeling thick with every swallow, his lower lip bee-stung and bitten from the abuse caused by Will's upper teeth.
Will wonders a bit wildly if Hannibal plans to finish it this way, quick and dirty, half dressed and standing in the middle of Hannibal's bedroom. But then Hannibal's hand stops moving on him, pulls away, and then Hannibal's warmth leaves him entirely, and Will panics for a heady second, missing every touch so viscerally it brings tears to his eyes.
The sensation of the tie sliding away from Will's neck causes goosebumps to rise along his arms, his nipples going tight, and Hannibal's command causes a wave of arousal to wash over him with enough intensity that he feels suddenly lightheaded. His fingers are shaking as he bends down to unlace and remove his shoes, then he stands, taking off his pants, then his socks. His back is still to Hannibal when he takes a breath, working his boxer briefs over his erection, pushing them down and stepping out of them, leaving him bare.
Will shivers, able to feel Hannibal's eyes on him as he moves, walking slowly toward Hannibal's beautiful bed. If he didn't know they were leaving this place forever after this night, he'd worry about soiling the expensive duvet, but he knows it won't matter, and the idea of leaving evidence of their coupling behind in this place, in this bed, makes his cock ache with pleasure.
Climbing onto the mattress on his hands and knees, he crawls to the center of the bed, facing the headboard, his back to the enormous, high mounted mirror. Once he's centered, he pushes up onto his knees, back straight, and waits, counting the length of his breaths in order to calm his mounting anticipation.
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Date: 2016-02-04 05:32 am (UTC)His own voice is much less restrained, every exhale a rough groan, every inhalation a gasp. His skin beneath his underwear is starting to feel a little raw from Hannibal's firm attention, the cotton fabric damp with Will's sweat and pre-come. His esophagus is swollen from the tension of the tie around his neck, feeling thick with every swallow, his lower lip bee-stung and bitten from the abuse caused by Will's upper teeth.
Will wonders a bit wildly if Hannibal plans to finish it this way, quick and dirty, half dressed and standing in the middle of Hannibal's bedroom. But then Hannibal's hand stops moving on him, pulls away, and then Hannibal's warmth leaves him entirely, and Will panics for a heady second, missing every touch so viscerally it brings tears to his eyes.
The sensation of the tie sliding away from Will's neck causes goosebumps to rise along his arms, his nipples going tight, and Hannibal's command causes a wave of arousal to wash over him with enough intensity that he feels suddenly lightheaded. His fingers are shaking as he bends down to unlace and remove his shoes, then he stands, taking off his pants, then his socks. His back is still to Hannibal when he takes a breath, working his boxer briefs over his erection, pushing them down and stepping out of them, leaving him bare.
Will shivers, able to feel Hannibal's eyes on him as he moves, walking slowly toward Hannibal's beautiful bed. If he didn't know they were leaving this place forever after this night, he'd worry about soiling the expensive duvet, but he knows it won't matter, and the idea of leaving evidence of their coupling behind in this place, in this bed, makes his cock ache with pleasure.
Climbing onto the mattress on his hands and knees, he crawls to the center of the bed, facing the headboard, his back to the enormous, high mounted mirror. Once he's centered, he pushes up onto his knees, back straight, and waits, counting the length of his breaths in order to calm his mounting anticipation.