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Will’s hands gently encircle his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples. He looks up at Hannibal, who is currently gazing at him from a chair that has been positioned to face the bed. Goosebumps erupt on Will’s bare torso, still not quite believing that he is half naked in the doctor’s bedroom.
“Yes, just like that. Now focus your attention to your nipples. Use your fingers until you can feel them harden”, Hannibal’s sultry soft-spoken words send a shiver down Will’s spine.
Will brings a hand to each nipple, and begins to rub them in small circles. His dick twitches with the action, bringing a small gasp to his lips. He continues his ministrations, and digs his fingernails in slightly, wanting more pressure. Soon, his nipples are erect, and he can also feel a tent forming in his pants.
“Very good Will, you are doing wonderfully. Now, trousers off please.”
Will swallows down his apprehension, bravely unbuttoning his jeans and slipping them off. Hannibal extends a hand forward, seemingly asking for the article of clothing. Will hands him the jeans then lays back, feeling exposed in only his boxers.
“Now, bring one hand down to your erection, use the other to keep touching your chest”, Hannibal speaks lowly while he casually folds Will’s jeans.
Will does as he’s told, rubbing his erection through the fabric of his boxers while simultaneously pinching his left nipple. The friction between his dick and the layer of cotton adds to his pleasure, and his hand subconsciously begins moving faster.
“Slower”, Hannibal commands.
Will immediately slows his movements, his dick twitching even harder at Hannibal’s authoritative tone. This reaction does not escape the doctors attention, and a small smile makes its way onto his face.
“How does that feel?”, Hannibal murmurs. He is across the bed from him, yet Will feels as if the words are being whispered directly into his ear. God, he wishes they were.
“It f-feels good”, Will replies breathlessly.
“Which part?”, Hannibal inquires.
Will blushes furiously, shouldn’t the answer be obvious? He looks into Hannibal’s eyes, and huffs when he sees that he’s expecting an answer.
“My dick, and….”, Will pauses.
“And?”
“My nipples”, Will whispers in embarrassment.
“The chest is a known erogenous zone Will, there is nothing to be embarrassed about”, Hannibal smiles, “and Will, I don’t recall telling you to stop touching yourself.”
Will startles, not realizing his hands had stilled during their exchange of words, “Sorry”.
His hands continue massaging his body, meanwhile Hannibal continues watching intently. The line of Will’s waist, the way his thighs have subconsciously spread open, the small pants of breath escaping his lips, and the red flush spreading across his shoulders are all absolutely captivating. The sight before Hannibal’s eyes is absolutely mouthwatering, and it is a struggle to ignore his own growing erection. He wants to see more.
“Will, underwear off please.”
Will jumps at the sudden demand, then looks away shyly as he strips off the last piece of clothing on his body. Hannibal takes the boxers from him, folding them as he did with the jeans. The doctors eyes flit between Will’s legs, and he cannot help staring. The FBI profiler is a well endowed man, his length curving beautifully against his abdomen, framed by curly brown pubic hair. Hannibal wants to run his hands through it.
“Will, look at me.”
Will locks eyes with Hannibal in a charged stare, the arousal evident in both of their gazes.
“In the first drawer to your left, there is a container of lubricant. Please retrieve it.”
Will’s heart rate doubles as he scrambles to get the lube, clumsy in his urgency to do what he’s told.
“Drizzle some onto your fingers…yes, that is sufficient. Now, lay back and spread your legs, feet flat against the bed please. Wider. Perfect, you’re doing so well.”
Will’s heart jumps even higher at the praise, his brain lighting up with pleasure.
“I want you to bring your hand to your entrance, then begin tracing it without penetrating. Yes, exactly like that. Now use your free hand to stroke yourself, feel how your entrance pulses with each stroke.”
A moan escapes Will as his slick hand makes contact with his throbbing dick, he bites down on his lower lip to stop the humiliating sound.
“Will, do not withhold your voice”, Hannibal says sharply.
Will’s eyes widen and he pauses at the thinly veiled intensity behind his voice, even Hannibal himself looks caught off-guard at his own words. Will, recognizing his effect on the doctor’s composure, grins internally.
He maintains direct eye contact when he resumes thrusting his length into his hand. He moans openly now, lips parted wantonly, unashamedly staring straight at Hannibal.
“Good boy.”
Will whimpers, he nods furiously, movements quickening further in his need to please. He spreads his legs as wide as possible, too far gone to be embarrassed about how exposed he is.
Will notices the tightening of the other man’s jaw, as well as how his hands have formed fists.
God, he wants those hands on him.
Unprompted, Will presses his forefinger into himself. He groans at the intrusion, watching with satisfaction as Hannibal’s eyes widen. He begins to thrust the single digit in and out of himself, but soon finds himself wanting to more.
“Hannibal”, Will whines, “tell me what to do.”
Hannibal is dumbstruck, his eyes glued to the way Will’s hole is swallowing his own finger.
“Two fingers”, comes his strained reply.
Will nods shakily, slowly sliding his middle finger in alongside the first. Moaning loudly, he begins pumping both fingers into himself. The slick sounds echo lewdly through the room.
Every muscle in Hannibal’s body is tense, all of his effort concentrated on remaining in his chair. Meanwhile his mind is alight with the urge to push Will into the mattress and have his way with him. Oh, the things he would do, he’d make sure he wouldn’t be able to walk after, forced to depend on Hannibal for his need-
No.
He can’t.
“Hnghh”, Wills brows scrunch together as he winces in pleasure.
Hannibal’s eye twitches. He won’t do anything, simply observe, he reassures himself internally.
Will's hips buck up chasing his fingers, his back arching beautifully. He is enjoying the physical sensations, but mostly it is Hannibal’s expressions that have been lighting a fire in him. Arousal has not dulled Will’s perception skills, the raw desire and possessiveness dripping from Hannibal’s eyes is so palpable it’s like a third person in the room, and it is the sexiest thing Will has ever seen.
Will wants those dangerous hands on him, wants Hannibal to be as close as he possibly can be. Wants him buried inside Will.
“H-Hannibal”, Wills whines again loudly as he struggles to add a third finger.
“I want more. It feels s-soo good, but I need more”, Will pants heavily, “finger won’t go in.”
The vein in Hannibal’s forehead looks like it’s about to burst, teeth gritting in agitation. He is vibrating with need now, the only thing holding him back being his iron self-control.
“Will I-“
“Hannibal, I need you. H-help me please”, Will squeezes every last bit of desperation he feels into each word, “I want your hands. Want you to…..to touch me. Please, Han-HNNGH!”
Will barely finishes his sentence before Hannibal reaches him. Will’s wrist is grabbed, fingers yanked out of himself. Before Will can even utter another word, three of Hannibal’s fingers have been thrust into him without warning.
“Is this what you needed Will? Hmm?”, Hannibal demands in a voice wrecked with arousal, his fingers never faltering in their assault on Will’s insides.
“Y-yes”, Will replies brokenly, still gasping at the thickness of Hannibal’s fingers.
“What a cunning boy you are, enticing me like that. Should I add another finger? Since you wanted me so badly.”
“N-no.”
“No?”
“Not a f-finger.”
Hannibal’s eyebrows fly upwards, unsure of what he is hearing. As if in confirmation, Will reaches forward, wrapping a hand around Hannibal’s clothed erection.
“I want you to use this. Want you inside”, Will brings his other hand to his stomach and presses on his bellybutton, “want to f-feel you all the way here.”
Hannibal almost blacks out, he has never been so hard in his entire life. He doesn’t think a single drop of blood is left in his brain.
Who was the inexperienced one here again?