Will can feel Hannibal's gaze like a physical touch, every inch of his back hungrily devoured. There are faint sounds of Hannibal removing his clothes, only noticeable because Will is listening for them, holds his own breaths for long seconds so he can hear Hannibal's, trying to guess what's happening behind his back. He imagines what Hannibal must look like as he strips, perfunctory and efficient, neat and careful with his clothing where Will was careless with his own. He wishes that he'd sat the other way so he could watch, so he could see what Hannibal looks like this way, naked skin, body hair, muscles, all things of which Will has seen almost nothing and now undeniably desires.
He doesn't hear Hannibal's footsteps, but the sound of the drawer opening is easily recognized, and Will is almost certain what Hannibal's retrieving from inside. He takes a breath as he feels the mattress dip beneath Hannibal's weight, and he's aware then that he can smell Hannibal, his aftershave, whatever products he uses in his hair, his skin, the musky smell of his arousal. Will is trembling with desire by the time Hannibal touches him, their bodies pressed up against each other again like before, but this time skin-on-skin. He can feel Hannibal's bare cock against his tailbone, hard and thick and hot, the tip leaving a wet smear across Will's spine.
It's already almost too much, and then Hannibal loops his tie around Will's neck again, leaving it loose at first as he speaks. Will's own heart is pounding, and he can feel Hannibal's against his back, the heavy thud of it beneath the strong muscles of Hannibal's chest. Hannibal's words sound easy, like everything else Hannibal has ever said to Will, but they're heavily loaded. Will thinks that a normal person might be terrified in this moment, but Will is only all the more turned on. He doesn't know what it will feel like to have Hannibal's big, thick cock inside him, but he knows he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything sexual in his life.
He's shaking, forcing himself to stay still, to not arch back against Hannibal's body, and he knows Hannibal can feel it. The tie pulls tighter across Will's throat and he groans, tipping his head back a few inches, his hands curled into fists at his sides. He wants to touch, but he doesn't know if he's allowed, so he bows his back just a little, pressing his spine into Hannibal's sternum. He swallows thickly and says Hannibal's name, just once, a trembling plea.
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He doesn't hear Hannibal's footsteps, but the sound of the drawer opening is easily recognized, and Will is almost certain what Hannibal's retrieving from inside. He takes a breath as he feels the mattress dip beneath Hannibal's weight, and he's aware then that he can smell Hannibal, his aftershave, whatever products he uses in his hair, his skin, the musky smell of his arousal. Will is trembling with desire by the time Hannibal touches him, their bodies pressed up against each other again like before, but this time skin-on-skin. He can feel Hannibal's bare cock against his tailbone, hard and thick and hot, the tip leaving a wet smear across Will's spine.
It's already almost too much, and then Hannibal loops his tie around Will's neck again, leaving it loose at first as he speaks. Will's own heart is pounding, and he can feel Hannibal's against his back, the heavy thud of it beneath the strong muscles of Hannibal's chest. Hannibal's words sound easy, like everything else Hannibal has ever said to Will, but they're heavily loaded. Will thinks that a normal person might be terrified in this moment, but Will is only all the more turned on. He doesn't know what it will feel like to have Hannibal's big, thick cock inside him, but he knows he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything sexual in his life.
He's shaking, forcing himself to stay still, to not arch back against Hannibal's body, and he knows Hannibal can feel it. The tie pulls tighter across Will's throat and he groans, tipping his head back a few inches, his hands curled into fists at his sides. He wants to touch, but he doesn't know if he's allowed, so he bows his back just a little, pressing his spine into Hannibal's sternum. He swallows thickly and says Hannibal's name, just once, a trembling plea.