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I know we’ll live again, and if I heal your wound, we will make love again...
Will watches from across the room as Darla curls up in Hannibal’s lap. Hannibal sets his book down on the couch beside him and scratches behind Darla’s ear.
They've had her for about a month, Will insisting they take her home after killing her previous, shitty, owner. She’s some sort of poodle-terrier mix and Hannibal is completely ate up with her despite his hesitation at first. There is something inherently attractive about Hannibal’s paternal instincts, a quality to the man that has always enchanted Will.
Will smiles, walking over behind the couch and settling his hands on Hannibal’s shoulders. Hannibal leans his head against the back of the couch and looks up at Will. “Hello.”
“To be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to be so good with dogs. She loves you more than me, you’re her favourite dad. Always wants to sleep in your room.”
“Hmm,” Hannibal hums and returns his attention to Darla. “She will not be allowed in my room, and she only loves me for the treats I give her.”
“I see no treats,” Will raises a brow and drags a hand across Hannibal’s shoulder blades and up to the nape of his neck, brushing over the soft hair there.
“Ah,” Hannibal reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a dog biscuit, right where he used to keep his scalpel. Will laughs and shakes his head.
“You are ridiculous.”
Hannibal feeds Darla the biscuit lovingly, petting her head in praise. “Do you love me more than Will?” He moves Darla’s head side to side. “See? She adores you, Will.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Will cards his fingers through Hannibal’s hair. “Are you happy here?”
Hannibal looks back at him in question, looking slightly perplexed as to why Will would ask that. “I have everything I have ever wanted and more. This is the happiest I have been since childhood.” He turns his focus back to Darla again, who is growing frustrated in his lap over lack of pets.
Will nods and twirls a chunk of Hannibal’s hair between his fingers, giving it a light tug.
“Have you thought about having sex with me?” Will wants him to be shocked, but shock doesn’t come. Hannibal merely nods, not giving anything away with his expression. “Yes. Many times. Why do you ask?”
“Would you be satisfied without a sexual aspect to our relationship? Would you grow tired of me, or seek that connection in someone else?” Will inquires, scratching his fingers gently into Hannibal’s scalp. Hannibal breathes out evenly, closing his eyes and allowing himself to lean into the touch.
“Of course. Do I seem unsatisfied? I would not walk out on you, darling boy. There is no need for you to worry.”
“I’m not worried, only curious.” He moves his other hand to Hannibal’s hair, now massaging his scalp with both hands. “How often do you imagine us having sex?”
“Often. But it does not control my thoughts, nor is that something that I require in our relationship. I am perfectly content and enjoy my life with you.”
“You’re content with nothing more than kisses?” Will scrunches the hair in his hands, finger tips kneading the delicate skin with care.
“Mmm,” Hannibal leans his head back, allowing Will to pay closer attention to the front of his head and forehead. “I would never tire of your kisses. Every kiss you allow me fills me with immense relief and happiness.”
“I enjoy kissing you,” Will admits, pausing his hand movements over Hannibal’s temples. “Are you positive you’d be content with only that?”
Hannibal gently nudges Darla off his lap and reaches up to wrap his fingers around Will’s wrists. He pulls wills hands to his mouth, placing tender kisses on the tips of his fingers. Will leans over the back of the couch and kisses the top of Hannibal’s head.
“Absolutely.” There is no deceit in Hannibal’s tone, and Will can’t help but smile at the care and affection being poured into his hands, even if the man dealing the kisses has threatened his life numerous times and done everything in his power to push Will away. Miraculously, Will is still here. Alive and whole and sharing a home with Hannibal and their mutt daughter. “As I said, I would never tire of your kisses. Or you. Can you sit with me?”
Will rounds the couch and sits down, sure to pick up Hannibal’s book as not to crush it. They sit close, no need for distance anymore. Will leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Hannibal's lips, but pulls back to address whatever Hannibal wishes to discuss.
“Why are you asking these things?” Hannibal places his hand on Wills knee and strokes it with his thumb. It’s an almost innocent touch, void of no sexual or ill intent. Wills heart swells and he fights away the desire to kiss him again so soon. “Have I done something to warrant these feelings?”
Will smiles and shakes his head, placing his hand over Hannibal’s on his knee. “No, there is no reason. I’ve just been thinking.”
Hannibal nuzzles closer and lays his head on Will’s shoulder, careful not to add too much pressure. Wills shoulder never did heal properly after the fall, causing him pain nearly every day, not that he ever voices that pain. Hannibal knows better, though. “It saddens me that you overthink such things. I wish I could explore your brain and pluck out the thoughts that plague you.”
“You tried to do that, once. Pluck out my brain.” Will laughs, full of mirth. “But I appreciate that. I wish I could do the same, for you. If I could, I would take on every idea and thought and memory that burdens you as my own.”
Will pulls his arm from between them, grimacing when he puts it around Hannibal’s shoulders and pulls him close. The stretch of his arm burns and makes his nose crinkle briefly.
“You would?” Hannibal asks quietly, trailing his hand up Wills leg to his mid-thigh. “That’s very romantic, Will.”
“You have really lowered the bar on romance from me” Will mutters and returns to playing with Hannibal’s hair and rubbing his scalp. “I’m not nearly as good at it as you are. I think if I tried to do a candle-lit dinner for you, I’d burn myself. Or you. I’d burn the entire house down.”
“I’d be like your pal Fredrick.”
Will scoffs and gives a gentle tug to his hair. “Never call that man my pal again.”
Hannibal laughs softly and closes his eyes, seemingly content in their domestic cuddle session.
“Can I ask you something personal?”
“Have you not already? But yes, you may.”
“Have you ever… err… pleasured yourself… to the thought of me?”
Hannibal’s breath hitches at that and he goes slightly rigid under Will's touch, but relaxes just as quickly. He swallows before he speaks, desperate to keep his words even. “I have. Does that bother you, Will?”
Will does not answer, only leans in closer to kiss the top of Hannibal’s head again. “Can you tell me what you think about? When you picture us having sex…”
“I do not think that is wise,” Hannibal sounds slightly affected, now, and he pulls away out of Will's arm.
“I never said I was uninterested in sex. I only wanted to know if you would be content without it. Knowing you would not force me to fuck you brings me a great deal of comfort.”
Hannibal’s eyes settle on Wills lips and he frowns. “I’m confused, my dear.”
“I wanted to know your stance on us having sex, because I am interested in exploring sexual intimacy with you. Or, well…” he grimaces again, this time more out of embarrassment than pain. “More like jump in head first into sexual intimacy, with you.”
Now Hannibal does look surprised. “I see. I suppose I can understand why you would question me, then.” He settles back into Wills side, this time reaching up to hold Wills hand around his shoulder.
“Will you tell me? What you think about?” Will whispers, resting his cheek against Hannibal’s head and closing his eyes. He almost laughs when he thinks what would Jack Crawford think about us sitting together like this?
“Elaborate, Will.”
“When you touch yourself.” Will sounds almost shy and it sends a chill through Hannibal.
“I think of you nude and lying prone. I try not to think of you incredibly crude ways, as my respect for you is stronger than my desires for your body. Most of my fantasies are purely artistic.”
“And the ones where we have sex?” Will reaches up with the hand not holding Hannibals’ and cradles his jaw. He thinks back to that day at Bedelias house and what she asked him. Do you ache for him? Yes, Will decides. He aches for him in every sense of the word.
“I have had many dreams of taking you, and you I. if we were to have sex, I would not have a preference as to how we do it. I do not wish to be crass with you, Will. Only know in every fantasy I have ever entertained, you were sincerely pleasured.”
Will hums, “I think I’d like that. To feel pleasure by your hand...” Will removes his hand from Hannibal’s jaw and he places it over the hand on his thigh. “Amongst other things.”
Will moves Hannibal’s hand up to his upper thigh and strokes his knuckles.
“Would you like for me to touch you, Will?” Hannibal breaths out, sounding awed and excited.
“Please, Hannibal, touch me.”
Hannibal squeezes Will’s thigh as he parts his legs, granting Hannibal access to the half-hard bulge in his overly restrictive jeans. “Please,” Will whispers again, lifting his hips ever slightly, trying to nudge closer to Hannibal’s hand.
“Mmm, you’re so eager , my love,” Hannibal’s accent sounds even sweeter when he’s turned out, and Will feels completely winded, laboured breathing only growing more ragged when Hannibal slides his hand to cup his bulge.
Will swallows down his sudden suffocating nausea. Anticipation, anxiety or excitement he isn’t sure. He squeezes his eyes closed and elicits a soft yet unrestrained moan.
“Do I arouse you, Will?” He grinds his palm against Will, the friction so intoxicating that Wills head drops against the back of the couch with his mouth falling open in a silent ‘O’.
When Will doesn’t answer, Hannibal pulls back. “Stay with me.”
“I’m here,” Will whispers shakily. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. It’s been… a while.”
“Longer for me, I’d assume.” Hannibal says, trying to soothe Will’s anxiety, but it only feels like a sucker punch to gut as he feels the guilt of Hannibal’s incarceration wash over him. Hannibal must notice, because he presses a finger to Will's lips and shushes him softly. “Any sexual intimacy between us will be overwhelming for us both. I cannot promise that I will not cry.”
It’s an incredibly vulnerable admission, and Will feels stricken with affection for the man behind the monster. “Can you promise me something, Hannibal?”
Hannibal tilts his head to the side and Will reaches out to touch his face with both hands, thumbing her his prominent cheekbones. “You have to promise me,” Will swallows the emotion in his voice, trapping it in his throat in order not to cry. “If we have sex. You can’t… You can’t leave me, okay?”
Hannibal only looks confused and Will sighs, leaning forwards so their foreheads are together. “If I give myself to you, completely, I will not survive separation again. If we do this, you cannot leave me, Hannibal. You have to promise me.” He presses on desperate.
“Oh, Will,” Hannibal whispers, grasping at Wills hip and tugging him closer. Will gets the hint and climbs into Hannibal’s lap, their faces close and breaths mixing, blurring, together. “I would never dream of leaving you again. There is no life worth living that you are not apart of.”
Will grasps Hannibal’s face again and kisses him hard, desperate. Hannibal slips his hands up the back of Will’s shirt, digging his fingers up the soft skin over the arch of Wills spine.
Will lolls his head back, exposing his neck to Hannibal. It’s both an ultimate sign of trust and an arousing sight. Hannibal kisses his throat hungrily, lips, teeth and tongue exploring every inch. He nips and sucks at the bob of Will’s Adam’s apple, relishing in delight at the shudder that elicits from Will.
Will rolls his hips over Hannibal, moaning over the friction of his buldge against his stomach. “Tell me what you desire, Will,” Hannibal whispers as he drags his lips under the sharp line of Wills bearded jaw.
“I want you to take me to your bedroom.”
Hannibal nudges Will away and stands up, off the couch. He holds a hand out to Will, who takes it eagerly. “I would carry you, but I am not entirely confident in my strength anymore,” Hannibal murmurs, leading Will out of the living room and up the stairs. Darla follows behind them, curious what the commotion is all about.
Will laughs, shaking his head. “That’s perfectly fine. I think you’ve carried me enough for a lifetime.”
Hannibal opens the door to his room, allowing Will to walk in first.
As Hannibal goes to shut the door, Darla attempts to enter their room, but Will quickly nudges her away from the doorway with his socked foot. “No, baby.”
Hannibal closes the door, and before Will can process the scenery, as he has not been in Hannibal’s room before (their kissing had been confined to the living room and dining room, never rising to the second floor,) Hannibal has him pressed flat against the door, kissing him and rubbing his palms up Wills flanks beneath his t-shirt. Will strokes Hannibal’s neck and hair, moaning into their kisses at every touch of Hannibal’s rough hands.
Hannibal kisses his chin and cheek, over the barely noticeable scar left by dollarhyde. “You are so magnificent, Will. Sculpted by Michelangelo himself.”
Will smiles and arches his back off the door, their groins pressing together firmly. “I was not aware Michelangelo created man. I thought that was God.”
“Hmm,” Hannibal noses Wills cheekbone, “you are not a man. You are art in its purest form.”
“Jesus,” Will sighs, grasping a fist full of Hannibal’s hair before pulling him into another crushing kiss.
When they pull back for air, Will trails kisses down his chin. “Will you make love to me?”
Hannibal runs his hands up Wills' back and kisses him chastely, “is that want you want?”
Will nods, “I want to feel as close to you as possible. Inside me.” He arches into the hands roaming up his spine.
Hannibal growls against wills neck, nipping at the skin gently, “tell me more.”
“I want you to devour me,” he whispers, choosing his words carefully. “Taste me all over and spell my name with your tongue.”
Hannibal kisses will hungrily, biting at his lip, “make me see stars,” Will says into the kiss, moaning. Hannibal squeezes wills ass and rolls their hips together. “Slow and loving... God, I want it. Please, Hannibal. I need you.”
Hannibal pulls off him and leads him to the edge of the bed. Will stands with the backs of his legs against the footboard and Hannibal reaches to pull at Will’s shirt, grasping the hem, but stops. “May I?”
Will nods and raises his arms the best he can, his right shoulder as problematic as ever. He grits his teeth over the sharp pain in his shoulder and this time, Hannibal notices. “Does it trouble you often?”
Will sighs and nods, rolling his shoulder carefully to relive some of the tension. “Yeah. But that one’s been killing me for years, even before I met you. It’s alright.”
Hannibal shakes his head, placing a handle but firm hand over his affected shoulder. “I propose we try physical therapy, sometime. I believe I can help relieve at least some of your pain.”
Will looks so hesitant that Hannibal feels a sting of guilt run through him. He doesn’t want Will to be afraid of him. Not anymore.
“Okay,” Will relents. “Some other time. Right now, I’m hoping you can help relieve me of something else, Doctor.”
Hannibal flashes him an amused smile and grasps Wills belt with both hands, undoing it swiftly. “What are your symptoms, Mr. Graham?”
Hannibal tugs Wills belt free from the denim loops. “It’s rather embarrassing,” Will cocks his head playfully. “I’m feeling rather sore, downright aching in my nether regions.”
Hannibal nods in faux-seriousness as he unzips and unbuttons Will’s jeans. “I believe I have a treatment for that.” He slips his hand into Will’s jeans and squeezes Wills erection through the fabric of his underwear. Will groans and grips the footboard to keep himself steady.
Hannibal palms him for a few minutes whilst planting kisses along his exposed shoulders and clavicles. Will presses into his hand once he’s reached his full potential, “Please.” He isn’t even sure what he’s begging for.
“Tell me what you want, Will.”
“Your mouth,” Will whispers shyly, lip twitching and eyes diverting to the dark red carpet on the floor.
“Where?”
“Everywhere…”
Hannibal slips his hand away and pulls Wills jeans and underwear off, Will stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
Will begins working off Hannibal’s jacket and waistcoat when Hannibal says, “be more specific, beloved.”
“I want your mouth on my…” his lip twitches again and he frowns, desperately racking his brain for a term that won’t disgust Hannibal and make him turn Will away.
Hannibal smirks and wraps his fingers aroud the base of Will’s cock, giving him an experimental tug. “Here?”
Will chokes on a moan and sinks his fingers into the fabric of Hannibal’s waistcoat. “Oh, please. Please.”
“What about…” Hannibal reaches behind Will to palm his ass, his middle finger slipping between Wills cheeks and brushing over his hole. “-here?”
Will nearly shoves Hannibal away with shock but the surprised moan that rips through his throat makes Hannibal chuckle.
Will’s face and neck flush and he nods slowly. “Yes.”
“Okay, my darling. If you will lay down on the bed, I will attend to you shortly.”
Will nods and climbs onto the bed, laying in the middle with his shoulders against the soft pillows. Will feels exposed and contemplates covering up.
Hannibal strips out of his clothes, everything down to his socks. Will watches with famished eyes, gaze following as Hannibal walks to a drawer, pulling out a jar of coconut oil. “I do not have contraceptives, as I did not want to be presumptuous. Is that alright? We do not have to have penetrative sex if that is unappealing to you.”
“That’s fine. I’ve never… had anal sex, and I’ve only slept with two people in the last decade.”
Hannibal nods, propping himself on the bed with one knee. Will swallows at the sight of Hannibal’s cock and aches to touch .
Hannibal places the jar of coconut oil beside wills head and positions himself on the bed beside Will, on his knees. “Is there anything you do not want me to do to you? I will stop at any time, if you need me to, but please make me aware of anything I need to know before we begin.”
Will smiles, sitting up on his elbows. “No. You can do whatever. Just go slow.”
“May I touch your scars?”
That makes Will hesitate, as Hannibal knew it would. But Will nods and reaches out to take Hannibal’s hand, leading it to his stomach over the long scar left by Hannibal’s blade. Hannibal runs his fingers over the slightly raised skin, from one end to the other. “Does it still hurt?”
“No. The scar is a little sensitive, but it doesn’t hurt. Do any of yours?”
“The brand is rather sensitive.” Hannibal admits, “but I do not mind if you touch it.”
“Okay,” Will pulls Hannibal down for a kiss, stroking the hair at the back of his neck.
When Hannibal pulls away, he lifts wills leg up and begs it at the knee, pressing his foot flat against the bed. “Like this.”
Will complies with his other leg, but keeps his knees pressed together. Hannibal moves in front of Will’s feet and slips his hands between Wills thighs before swiftly spreading them with an air of dominance that has Will gasping and whimpering.
Hannibal positions between his legs, his thighs under Will’s.
He runs his hands up and down wills sides, leaning down to kiss his lower lip and then his chin and jaw. “You said you’ve never done anal sex. Have you been with men before?”
Will shakes his head and runs his fingers through Hannibal’s hair as he leaves kisses on his neck and chest.
“I’m not very sexually experienced in general. I mean, I know anatomy, I’m not bad-“
“Will,” Hannibal’s laughs. “I do not care about your technical skills.”
“Right,” Will sighs, shifting to a more comfort position where his shoulder isn’t straining with his weight anymore. “I must’ve repressed my attraction to men at some point.”
“When I met you, you were a very repressed man in every sense of the word.”
Will sighs shakily as Hannibal licks and sucks at his nipple, pointer and thumb lightly twisting at the neglected bud.
“I suppose I should thank you for liberating me.”
Hannibal switches his attention to his other nipple and graces his sharp teeth over it. Will grips his hair and cries out, back arching off the bed.
“Are your nipples sensitive?” He pinches both of them with his fingers and Will screws his face up in pleasure.
“Yes. You’re going to kill me.”
Hannibal hums and continues to pinch and twist the hard flesh as he trails kisses down his abdomen until he can’t reach further with his current position.
He releases Will’s nipples and slides down the bed. He props one hand next to wills hip, using his other to stroke up and down Wills inner thigh. He kisses along the scar on his stomach, and then licks along the incision in one stroke of his tongue. Will shudders, bringing his other hand into Hannibal’s hand and lightly tugging at his hair with both hands.
“That has no right feeling so good,” Will whispers.
Hannibal licks the scar again and Wills legs draw up as he gasps. Will thinks it ironic that he finds this so erotic. Two wild animals licking each other's wounds.
Hannibal licks him once more before peppering kisses over the lower half of his stomach. He dips his tongue into Will’s naval, causing Will to jerk and laugh softly. “That tickles a little bit.”
“Does it?” Hannibal smirks up at him and presses his palm flat on Wills taut stomach, rubbing upwards and pressing his middle finger into the circle of flesh gently. Will groans and twists his body to get Hannibal’s hand away.
“You are handling this very well, Will.”
He licks down the strip of hair between his naval and pubic bone, carefully nudging his erection away from his path. Will’s hands tighten in his hair.
”I’m not a virgin Hannibal, I’ve had sex before.”
“Of course,” Hannibal lifts Wills thigh and settles his leg over his shoulder, leaning in to kiss and nip at the sensitive, pale flesh close to his groin. “This is certainly a different experience than you have had before, though. Am I wrong in assuming that? I do not mean because I am a man.”
“Because I’m in love with you?” Will whispers, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the look on Hannibal’s face at those words. “This is definitely an emotional experience, yes.”
He can feel Hannibal smile against his thigh, but then Hannibal is pressing kisses to Will’s flushed cock and Will can’t control the animalistic noises that spill from his lips. He’s not even entirely sure they’re his own. He thinks he hears Hannibal growl before taking his cock in his mouth, but he isn’t sure who it came from. Not that it matters, anymore. They are beyond blurred at this point.
Hannibal cups and pulls gently as his balls, tongue working over the glans and slit in a slithering, teasing way that makes wills toes curl. “God, fuck,” Will moans at length, neck arching off the pillow. Hannibal glances up at him, taking in the sight of Will writhing in pleasure, and stores it in his memory palace in one of the many rooms Will occupies.
“Pardon my language,” Will mutters, “I’m not sure I can help it. You feel so good.”
Hannibal’s hand moves from his sack to the base of his cock and he pulls his mouth away, stroking him from hilt to tip. “It’s alright, Will. I want you to express your satisfaction in whatever way works for you. Let me know what you like and what you don’t. I want nothing more than to please you and make you orgasm, Will.”
Hearing those words in Hannibal’s thick, erotic accent has Will’s hand flying up to his mouth, biting his knuckles to keep himself quiet.
Hannibal swallows Will down, tongue flush against the underside and stroking the thick vein there. Wills hips do an involuntary jerk, and Hannibal presses his hand flat against Will’s hip, holding him down. “Sorry, sorry,” Will stutters out, but really, he doesn’t sound all that apologetic. “Feels so good…”
Hannibal’s hand slips from his hip to the scar on his stomach and he thumbs over it as he sucks Will to his base. Hannibal inhales the scene at Will’s pubic hair, erotic and husky. Thats always been a fantasy of Hannibal’s, imagining what Will’s sex smells like, but of course he wound never tell him about such a feral fantasy.
“Please, if you don’t stop soon…”
Hannibal ignores him, bobbing his head up and down on his full lengths. He allows Will to hit the back of his throat, gagging in an undignified way that would anger him if he were with anyone but Will.
This seems to rile Will up, though, as Will fists his hair and gives a hard thrust into the wet, smothering heat of Hannibal’s mouth, muttering, “oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Hannibal lets him thrust once more before pulling off him, giving the head of his cock one last lick before pulling back entirely. Will whines and Hannibal laughs at him. “Needy thing.”
“This is new for me. I’m not used to someone paying so much attention to my body.”
Hannibal slips further down the bed and positions both of Wills legs over his shoulders.
“Their loss,” Hannibal whispers, kissing from Wills knee to the crease of his thigh on both legs, one at a time. Will sighs contently, stretching his arms out on the bed, smoothing down the sheet beneath him. “However, I must admit I am quite pleased to be the first to touch you in this way. Can you put a pillow under your hips for me, darling?”
Will complies, lifting arching his hips and back off the bed to place a pillow beneath him. “What’s that for? Depth?” He bites his lip, cheeks flushing pink. Hannibal finds it increasingly hard to keep his hands off the man when he looks at him like that.
Hannibal smirks and leans in to kiss under Will’s balls, then licking a broad strip over his perineum. Will gasps, white knuckling the sheet with both hands. Hannibal sucks his tongue, gathering saliva in his mouth before placing an open mouth kiss on his perineum, allowing the saliva to run down the crack of Wills ass.
“No one has done this to you? Not even your wife?”
Will swallows, “God, no. We weren’t very adventurous. Even if I’d wanted her to, I wouldn’t have asked her for that.”
“What is the difference between her and I? Why do you feel comfortable asking me to do this, but not her?” He inquires, pressing another open mouth kiss on the sensitive area.
“You aren’t going to judge me. Or deny me.” He twists the sheets in his hand at the first strike of Hannibal’s hot tongue over his hole. “You also love me a whole lot more than she ever could.”
“Mmm, indeed.” Hannibal kisses over the puckered skin, which somehow feels even more sinful than his tongue. “No one is capable of loving you as much as I do. You are everything to me and I adore every inch of you with every molecule of my being.”
He swirls the tip of his tongue around his opening before pushing his tongue inside, then out again, and back in.
“Oh my god,” Will says quietly, neck arched and head pressed firming into the pillow behind him. “ Oh.”
“That’s it, my love,” Hannibal rubs his rough palms against the swell of his ass, lifting his legs up and gently pressing Will’s knees to his chest. “Relax and feel .”
He licks circles over Will, applying just enough pressure over him to send him writhing and gasping. Hannibal moves his hand to Wills ass and rubs saliva against his hole with the pad of his index finger. Will startles slightly, gasping louder. Hannibal kisses and bites at the flesh of Wills buttocks and slowly, carefully pushes his finger in to the first knuckle. Hes slick and relaxed enough that his finger sinks in easily, and Will clenches around him. “You gotta relax. Everything will be much more pleasurable if you relax and don’t resist the intrusion, okay?”
Will nods despite Hannibal not being able to see him. He slips his finger out and back in, deeper this time, which steals Will’s breath away. Out again, and in all the way. He is careful to avoid Will’s prostate, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon. “Have you ever done this to yourself?”
“N-no,” Will moans. “I’ve thought about it, though. Thought about you doing this to me. With your beautiful, artist hands…”
Hannibal pulls his finger back and slides back in again, wriggling it inside of him slightly this time. “I have thought about this as well. You are always so tense, but I did not figure offering a platonic, medically motivated prostate massage would’ve appealed to you.”
Will laughs, “you’re right. That does not appeal to me.”
“Could you pass me the coconut oil, please?”
Will places his feet back on the bed around Hannibal and reaches up blindly for the jar. When he finds it, he pushes it down the bed to Hannibal.
“Take your time,” Will whispers. “I know we’re both aching here but I really want to feel your fingers.”
Hannibal groans, but not in displeasure. He opens the jar and coats his fingers, bringing two of them to rub at Will’s hole.
He slowly presses both inside, Will forcing himself to relax and take them. It doesn’t hurt, but the stretch is definitely more uncomfortable than before. Hannibal thrusts and twists his fingers in and out, slowly but with the precision of a skilled and experienced lover. Will relaxes further and experimentally rolls his hips with the thrust of Hannibal’s hand. He groans deeply, eyes threatening to roll back when he feels Hannibal’s brush the right spot. Hannibal sits up on his knees, thrusting and curling his fingers deep.
“Do you enjoy this?” He massages the toned muscle of Wills right thigh.
“Yes. Please, Hannibal.”
“What do you want?”
“Need to feel you… there.”
Hannibal smiles warmly at him and moves over him, free hand propped beside Will’s head. He leans in to kiss Will as he skillfully locates his prostate and thrusts his fingers against the spot. Will chokes against his mouth, hands flying up to grip at his back. “Oh my god.” Hannibal kisses and sucks at Wills bottom lip, devouring each word and moan divulged from his reddened mouth. “ Oh my god.”
Hannibal doesn’t allow him to enjoy that relief for too long, as he slowly presses in a third finger. Will is relaxed and wanton, but that doesn’t stop him from hissing at the burn of the stretch. He doesn’t seem to mind the pain too terribly, though, as he moans through his slightly distressed expression. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” he whispers, chasing his lips with his own. He kisses Hannibal hard and licks his lower lip. “But… I dunno. I sort of like the pain. Is that totally fucked up?”
Hannibal has to close his eyes and stop his movements momentarily to calm himself over such a statement. “No, that is perfectly fine.”
“You don’t look like it’s fine,” he nervously chews at his lips and flickers his expression over Hannibal’s features.
“Your words are incredibly arousing to me.”
Will smirks smugly, “how could I forget. You’re a sadist. I should’ve- ah! Fuck!” He shouts as Hannibal thrusts his fingers hard, just enough to hurt a little. He doesn’t want to spend their first time hurting Will, but he’s curious what reaction that’ll get him. His curiosity has always gotten the best of him.
Will grips Hannibal’s bicep, on the arm that’s reaching between his thighs, and he shudders with his whole body. Hannibal rubs his prostate through the orgasm and grunts when he feels Will’s nails dig piercingly hard into his arm. “Oh fuck,” Will babbles, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he clutches at Hannibal, pulling him into a frenzied kill. “ Oh , you’re a magic man.”
“You’re insane, Will.”
“Clinically,” Will huffs and slowly relaxes again, releasing his bruising grip on Hannibal’s limbs. “God, that was amazing. Give me a second.”
Hannibal pulls his fingers out and nods, brushing his knuckles over Wills cock. “When I had my first prostate orgasm I thought I might die,” Hannibal mutters, causing a laugh to rip from Will’s chest. “It was so intense that I was shaking for nearly 10 minutes.”
Will kisses up the arm holding Hannibal aloft, “that sounds incredibly sexy. I can only hope to provide a similar experience for you, eventually. Who were they?”
“My first male lover, an older man. In Paris. He was a Doctor and had, as you said, magic hands.”
Hannibal strokes Will’s cock slowly. “I am not fond of being on the receiving end with most people, but I would enjoy that experience with you. I do not need to worry about losing control here.”
Will shakes his head and sits up on his elbow, reaching out to stroke Hannibal in time with his movements. “Can I taste you? I’ve never sucked a dick before.” As soon as he says the words he grimaces, bracing himself for Hannibal’s disappointment in his foul language.
“Your words both wound me and delight me, darling. You may do as you please.”
Will leans in and licks the precum dripping from the head. It’s an interesting flavour. He wasn’t expecting Hannibal to taste so sweet, as his own has never been sweet.
Will groans and takes more of him into his mouth hungrily, careful not to hurt him with his teeth.
Will tries to go for the full length but Hannibal pulls him off with a broken laugh, “Will, Will. Calm down. You will have plently of other opportunities. Tonight, I wish to please you.”
Will whines softly but relents, laying back against the pillow. “Is this alright or do you want me in a different position?”
“Whatever is most comfortable for you. I do enjoy the thought of seeing you, though.”
Will smiles and grabs the jar of coconut oil, scooping some onto his fingers and jerking Hannibal with it, slicking him up.
“This is good. I want to see you, too. I used to avoid looking at people during sex. It’s a strange, slightly unsettling epiphany to want to see.”
Hannibal thrusts into Wills grip, groaning with his lip between his teeth.
After he’s slick and as hard as he’ll get, he positions himself between Will thighs again. He coats Will’s entrance with more oil and settles over him, one hand on his hip, and one guiding his cock, applying just the slightest of pressure. Will thrums in anticipation but tries to relax. Hannibal takes a deep breath, and sinks his tip in. Wills brow creases and he grips the sheets tightly, but otherwise remains silent. Hannibal, on the other hand, sounds laboured and raw. He pulls out and pushes back in deeper, repeating his movements again and again just as he’d done with his fingers. Will gradually begins to relax, his legs comming to rest at Hannibal’s hips.
Hannibal sinks in to his hilt on his next thrust and Will keens, pressing a palm over his mouth to try and silence himself. Hannibal leans over him, trailing his hands up up his sides and over his smooth chest. “Are you alright?”
“Yes,” Will sighs, reaching out to touch Hannibal’s hair, he pulls him down into a kiss and Hannibal draws his hips back, slowly pressing forward while they kiss. Will moans hotly against his lips. “I won’t break.”
He thrusts harder, licking into his mouth seductively while he rolls his hips. He soothes a hand over Wills quivering thigh and grasps him under the knee, hauling his leg over his shoulder. He angles deeper, fucking him slow and deep. Wills been reduced to non-words and shaky curses as he clutches desperately at Hannibal’s back. He rubs the tips of his fingers over the Verger brand and traces the lines of the words with reverent touches.
“Do you feel good, Will?” Hannibal grasps Wills hips and directs him to meet his thrusts. They move in sync, colliding in perfect rhythm.
“So good,” he murmurs and drapes an arm over his own eyes, perspiring body arched in ecstasy.
Hannibal angles his thrust up and shallows them, letting the head of his cock push against Will’s prostate as he trusts. Will cries out and Hannibal kisses his leg, every inch he can reach. Will is shaking all over, and Hannibal thinks he sees tears on his cheeks. “Harder,” Will pants, driving his hips down and spearing himself onto Hannibal roughly. Hannibal moves his leg off his shoulder and grips both of his hips, fucking him harder and faster. Wills fingers twist in the sheets and he sobs. Hannibal watches the muscles in his stomach quiver, knowing he’s close. “Touch yourself, Will.”
He jerks his cock fervently in time with Hannibal’s thrusts. He pants and writhes and arches. Hannibal hits his prostate just so and Will comes, stroking and miking himself through his high as his entire body shakes.
Hannibal doesn’t let himself come until Will is done, and then he’s spurring hot and deep inside, clutching onto Will with his face pressed to his hair. Will grips Hannibal’s ass, pressing him closer and deeper as the peak of his climax. They lay there for a while, connected and shaking and weeping from exertion alone.
Will whimpers softly when he pulls out, and after moving the oil and pillow away from them, he curls up beside Hannibal on the bed. They cling together, silently catching their breaths and coming back to life in the afterglow.
Hannibal is the first to speak, “ La petite mort. The little death. Tell me, Will. You have been close to death, did that feel like dying?”
Still buzzing from his orgasm, Will blinks at the ceiling to clear his mind. “Much more euphoric than dying,” he drags his hand through Hannibal’s sweaty chest hair. “I think I did black out for a second, though. Or white out.” He snuggles into Hannibal’s side, closing his eyes. “Might've seen the lights of heaven.”
“As if you’d make it to heaven,” Hannibal rubs gentle circles over Will’s bad shoulder. “You will be stuck with me, even in Hell. Do you know that? Together for eternity.”
“Eternity doesn’t sound so bad, if that’s the kind of treatment I’ll be getting.”
Hannibal chuckles and presses a tender kiss to Will’s hair. “I will make love to you for as long as I can in life, and drift away in post-coital bliss with you in death.”
“I think sex makes you extra pretentious,” Will strokes his chest, sighing. “But I think I love that about you.”
“You seem comfortable throwing that word around tonight. Is there something you’d like to tell me?” Hannibal teases, only half-expecting a response.
“Mmm,” Will nuzzles closer and throws his leg over Hannibals’. “I love you.”
Hannibal closes his eyes, savouring the sweetness of Will’s words and rubbing Wills leg in response.
Hannibal begins to drift into a comfortable lull, sleep creeping up his spine by every second.
Darla barks outside their door, effectively snapping Hannibal awake. Will groans, glancing at the alarm clock on Hannibal’s bedside table. “It’s time for Darla’s dinner.”
Hannibal shakes his head and pulls Will closer. “No.”
“Our daughter will starve,” Will murmurs dramatically, but makes no effort to push Hannibal off him.
“She can wait. I’ve waited years to feel you in my arms, and I am not going to let this moment be cut short by your hungry dog.”
“ My hungry dog,” he scoffs, “that is our child Hannibal. She needs fed.” Will pulls away, hesitates before pecking his lips to Hannibal’s forehead. “I will be right back. Keep my side warm.”
Hannibal groans and watches Will slips on his clothes. He walks out the door to tend to their dog.
While Will is gone, Hannibal gets up to brush his teeth and slip a new pair of underwear on.
When Will returns, he is holding Darla in is arms with his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.
“Darla said she wants to sleep with us.”
Hannibal glares at Darla. “Did she now?”
Will nods and walks over to the bed. Hannibal holds the covers open for him, and he settles in naturally like this isn’t their first time sharing this bed. Darla curls up at their feet, and Hannibal pulls Will close to his chest.
They fall comfortably asleep to the quiet thump of their heartbeats and Darla’s quiet snores.