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A Lazy Weekend Morning

by AnitaB

Chapter Four: Finally

/Finally,\\ Will tried to keep his composure as Hannibal practically dragged him back up the stairs. He damn well loved it when his oh-so-controlled Doctor Lector so completely let go. He loved watching Hannibal give into the heat, the need between them. Loved when this man was so far gone that he didn't even smooth back his hair or straighten his clothing.

Like right now. Will could see the rumpling of the only cloth left on Hannibal's body and remembered the feel of it in his hands, could see the hair mussed from his fingers. Could hear the almost growl in that deep voice and feel the tension in every muscled line. His Hannibal was on the edge. If Will gave him just a little more, he'd get what he really wanted, he'd get taken. Hannibal would pin him to their sheets with all the strength of that muscled body. He would get those strong hands splaying him open, those fingers pressing warm and deep inside him, preparing him for something even hotter, even deeper. Will would get Hannibal himself sliding home inside him, pinning him inside his own skin, those eyes watching his face until the pleasure between them built too high to withstand. Will would get to watch Hannibal fall apart in his arms, inside him, because of him.

"Hannibal," Will managed to wait until their bedroom door was closed and locked and their bed was in arm's length. Then he reached out to get that man closer. But Hannibal beat him to contact, catching him into strong arms and stopping his words with a hard, deep kiss. Strong hands flexed on his back and then closed on his hips. Hannibal turned them and walked Will backward into the edge of the mattress with their lips still connected.

Will barely kept himself from making an embarrassingly girly sound when he bounced a little on the mattress. But then Hannibal crawled up his body with a smile and low, deep sound on his lips. Will loved it when Hannibal growled his name, just like that. He loved it when Hannibal pressed his knees apart and tucked himself flush against his body for another deep, tongue tangling kiss.

What he didn't care for at the moment was the fact that both he and Hannibal were still wearing pants. Will let his hands explore the smooth, hot lines of Hannibal's back while he helplessly rocked his hips up against the erection pressed against his thigh. "Hannibal, why are we still wearing clothes?"

"Because you distract me too easily." Hannibal chuckled against Will's lips before reaching for the drawstring of his pants. "Because I can't stop kissing you for long enough." Another low sound teased Will's lips before Hannibal pulled away to kneel between his legs. "Lift up for me if you want this." There was no if. Not about this. Will wanted this so damn much. Planting his heels in the mattress, he arched up into the heat of those hands on his hips. Cold air washed over his skin in the wake of those curling fingers. "Gorgeous, Will." Hannibal peeled the pants the rest of the way off hurriedly, returning those fingers to skin that was aching for the heat. "My Will,"

Will fought to get a solid grip on broad shoulders before those hands finished their long, slow stroke back up his thighs to his hips. He knew exactly where those fingers were heading and exactly what the touch was about to do to him. /Hannibal, please.\\ And he was right. Hannibal locked his eyes on Will's face and wrapped one hand firmly and gently around the aching length of his erection. Will knew he was making helpless little sounds that only vaguely resembled Hannibal's name as he clutched at and trembled in those arms. But he didn't, couldn't care about how ridiculous he sounded when that man smiled against his lips and stroked him just... like... that...

Will's body moved, rocked and arched completely without the orders of his mind. In the process of rocking into the smooth, strong grip, he hooked his knees around Hannibal's hips. Clothes, Damnit. The man so thoroughly taking him apart with one hand and a series of kisses was still half covered by the flannel pants Will had bought him for Christmas.

/Naked, Damnit. Now, Hannibal.\\ Breaking the kiss, Will dragged his hands through that hair and made Hannibal meet his frantic eyes. "I need you naked, I need to feel you, touch you, hold you inside me." He let Hannibal catch his lips for a quick kiss. It let Will's hands slide and stroke down that muscular chest to unknot a drawstring. So close to where he wanted to reach. One plunge of their tongues later, he shoved one hand past the fabric to wrap that gorgeous shaft in his hungry fingers. "Now, Hannibal."

The sound on Hannibal's lips brought a smile to Will's. The sudden strength of those arms around him and the boneless weight of that body above his own only served to make the smile wider. Hannibal wanted this, almost as much as Will did. That man felt so damn good in his hand, hot and hard in his fingers, throbbing against his palm. Will loved the way Hannibal always felt in his hand, against his skin, buried full length inside him.

"Will..." The body he adored was helplessly rocking against him as that precious voice gasped and faded against his ear. "Please..."

"Lose the flannel and take me, already." It was hard, but Will forced his hand off that perfect shaft and shoved it down his hip under the fabric, helping his man line up their erections for a few glorious slides against each other. "Now, Hannibal."

Then Will was momentarily cold as Hannibal kicked the last of his clothing down his legs and off the foot of the bed before stretching out for the top drawer of the nightstand. /Finally.\\ Will held out his arms to invite Hannibal back in against his body, finally naked and lube in hand. The chill in his skin went patchy at the first stroke of slick fingertips between his legs, burning hot at every point of contact, bone cold everywhere else. "So beautiful, Will. I love how you feel like this." That gorgeous man leaned down and gave him a burning plunge of a kiss at the same moment that one long, skilled finger slid home. "I love how you feel holding me."

One finger turned into two and then three while Will was helplessly clinging to broad shoulders and trying not to make those sounds that Hannibal delighted in forcing from his lips. He wasn't successful when the tips of those fingers found and stroked that /Oh, please, Hannibal, yes...\\ spot inside him. Hannibal's eyes being locked on his face didn't help in the slightest. When the man in his arms went to replace three fingers with four, Will had had just about enough of waiting. Fisting both hands in his hair, he dragged Hannibal down to his lips and made his point completely clear with a savage kiss and something like a growl. "You, Hannibal. The next thing I want inside me is you."

The smile on those lips made every muscle in Will's body tighten and heat. "Yes, Will, anything for you."

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