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They begin slowly, almost ceremonially. Hands trace tentative lines over familiar curves, adjusting for injuries,freshly formed scars and tender ribs. Will takes a deep breath, centering himself, letting the rhythm of Hannibal’s body guide him without panic. For the first time in what feels like forever, he feels a clarity, a focus born from patience and careful observation.
Now completely naked, warm and wrapped up in each other's arms, they grind against one another. Their bodies' sensations so familiar, but completely new. Hands wrapping around sensitive parts and stroking slowly, kisses deep, so deep.
Will finds himself completely in his element. Bodies talking, souls communicating and oh god that feels so fucking good don’t stop.
The same can’t be said for Hannibal. He is unmoored. Each soft touch, each subtle sigh from Will sends him spiraling inward, emotions swelling where control would normally reign. His hands tremble slightly, his breaths hitch, and the confidence he usually wears like armor begins to fray. He intended to lead, to orchestrate, yet now finds himself pulled along by feeling, unprepared for the intensity that love has brought into what he thought would be a simple physical continuation of the devotion he feels for this man.
Will seems to sense this immediately. Hannibal feels a wave of gratitude for Will´s extraordinary empathy. He feels how Will moves with deliberate care, gentle but assured, softening Hannibal’s edges where they fray, letting Hannibal surrender to sensation without fear. Sometimes Will teases, ever so slightly, just enough to provoke a flicker of tension, a test of reaction; then steadies him again, grounding them both in trust and presence.
For a while neither of them moves very much more than soft kisses and gentle stroking. Their bodies are still so very aware of each other’s injuries, adjusting in small increments so that no pressure falls where it shouldn’t.
Hannibal, unpracticed in this kind of intimacy, begins to falter further. A lifetime of desire wielded for aesthetics, for power, for control has left him almost defenseless against the tidal wave of loving someone in earnest. Each sigh, each subtle shift of Will’s body, sends him off balance, almost dangerously so.
Will is so in tune, mind melted with Hannibal’s that he instantly feels Hannibal’s tension, the tremor in his grip, the slight hitch of breath that speaks of emotions far stronger than either of them has named. He adjusts, moving deliberately, soothes, shushes and whispers sweet assurances. hands soft and careful, voice low and measured, letting him find balance through touch and patience.
“You’re… so much,” Hannibal murmurs, voice rough, a mixture of awe and something almost feral. “So much.”
Will smiles faintly against his shoulder, brushing fingers along his back. “Careful what you say. I could take that as a compliment.”
Hannibal exhales sharply, body shuddering slightly against him. “I am… overwhelmed. Not by the act itself, but by… you. By feeling. By how completely unarmed I am under it.”
Will’s hands linger, patient, gentle, reading every microshift in muscle, every small flicker of expression. ”I know, empathy disorder, remember?“ He wants to say but instead settles for ”Then let’s take our time, No need to rush.”
A pause stretches, full of breaths and careful exploration. Hannibal trembles, almost unpredictably, and Will lets him. Sometimes intense, sometimes still, always steady. He watches the man he loves ride the intensity, letting it surface without panic, letting it burn briefly before settling. Feeling both his own limitless love mixed with Hannibal’s complete surrender.
“Do you feel… everything?” Hannibal asks, voice barely above a whisper, fragile.
“Everything” Will replies, tone as honest and open as a person can be. ”It’s beautiful”
Hannibal’s lips brush against his temple, a quiet kiss, almost unsure. His hands tighten briefly around Will’s waist, then relax, surrendering to the sensation of being felt, of being understood, of being loved without pretense or control.
They finish almost simultaneously, spilling over each other's hands, kisses deep and slow. Unable to tell where either of them begins or ends. Merged and conjoined. Holding and held. Loving and loved.