After coercing Hannibal onto the bed Will sinks to the floor in front of him to even out the playing field. Hannibal kicks the quilt aside with the carelessness of a child who doesn't make his own bed. Will almost feels like bowing his head, reverent before Hannibal's chest, just as smooth and hairless as he knew it would be.
"This time," Hannibal declares, tangling his hands in Will's hair and pulling hard. "You're going to fuck me."
Such dominion for so few years. Will shakes his head, leaking into his own palm. "What makes you think I'll give in now?"
Will presses his fingers into the tender flesh until his knuckles are white, trembling as he pins Hannibal's hips to the mattress. Hannibal's eyes flicker to the analog clock before settling on Will's face.
"People eat things at two o'clock in the morning that they wouldn't eat at any other time."
Will's voice is hoarse. "Is that what you want?" He nips Hannibal's thighs and licks the length of his prick in one swipe. "For me to eat you?"
There is no innocence left in Hannibal's tone when he speaks. "Why, are you feeling hungry?"
Will is starving. He drops Hannibal's calves and strips from his remaining clothes, leaving a pile in front of a worn teddy bear. He doesn't bother with the small bed as he lays out on the carpet. He pats his chest and Hannibal slips off the patchwork duvet like he knew it was coming.
"I've heard about this," Hannibal says as he climbs over Will's face, eyes on his cock. "This is called sixty-nining."
Hannibal's mouth bumps his erection mid-sentence and Will shudders. "Is that what the kids are calling it?"
Hannibal pumps his cock twice and licks the head like Will is a popsicle and it's the fourth of July. "You should know."
Will squeezes his eyes shuts when he spreads Hannibal's cheeks. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he manages. "It's rude."
Hannibal doesn't have time for a retort, tense as a loaded slingshot when Will tongues him the first time. His fingers curl into fists when Will spits on his hole. Hannibal buries his face in Will's thighs when he wiggles his tongue inside. It only takes a few moments for him to relax into the sensation, calves trembling as he lowers his rear to Will's waiting mouth.
"Perfect," Will says, pulling away to rest his head on the floor.
He watches the tiny ring of muscle contract and bites his tongue in an effort to curb a groan. He never planned on penetration, but feeling the flesh give when his thumb probes forward sends a jolt straight to his dick. Hannibal scrunches one eye shut when Will presses the tip of his finger back inside.
"Good boy," Will says, mostly for himself.
He licks along Hannibal's crack until he reaches his hole, working him open with his mouth around his fingers. He sucks his prick next, for good measure, digits still lodged in his ass. Will twists his hand to grip his balls and Hannibal shudders, lifting his hips until he's raised himself onto all fours.
Will assesses his patience behind a smile, watching in awe as Hannibal rides his crooked fingers. "I can take it," Hannibal insists. "Give me more."
"Stay just like that," Will says, slipping out from under him. His breathing becomes shallow when he lines up behind him. "Show me."
Hannibal glances back at Will over his shoulder before shoving his ass back, cock sliding between his cheeks. He steadies Hannibal's hips and watches his hole twitch against the tip. The desperation is so brilliant it's almost believable. Like all this child has ever wanted is to feel pulled apart by Will's dick inside him.
"This is as far as we can go," Will tells him, like he isn't entertaining the idea of fucking him.
Hannibal drops his head and sinks forward onto his arms, ass raised even higher. Will repositions Hannibal's legs until his thighs are snug, stuck together with sweat. At the first press Hannibal twists his neck to get a glimpse of what Will is up to. The vulnerability churns something dark in Will's stomach.
"Scared I'll really stick it in you now?" Will asks meanly.
"Yes," Hannibal says. His voice hasn't cracked yet. Will digs his thumb into Hannibal's asshole and thrusts between his thighs. Hannibal almost suffocates trying to finish the sentence. "That's the best part."
Drool stains the sheet, Hannibal's cheek pressed flat as his muscles convulse. Will slides his cock back and forth, dragging it across the whole of Hannibal's sex . He considers how great it would feel to stretch him at the seams. When Hannibal's knees buckle Will tilts his hips and watches him grind across the length of his dick.
The next thrust forward is misaligned and Hannibal won't lose the chance to mock him. "Sure this isn't your first time?"
Intolerant of additional snark, Will flips Hannibal onto his back, continually surprised by how easily he can lift, hold, and maneuver him. He presses his knees together and hoists his legs over his shoulder for a better angle.
Something like panic strikes Hannibal's face. "Are you going to-"
"Why?" Will laughs, thrusting forward until his cock covers Hannibal's own, much smaller. "You want it that bad?"
Hannibal responds by digging his nails into Will's shoulder blades until he breaks skin. While adrenaline eases the pain into nothingness, Will takes a moment just to look at him. His eyes appear ethereal, as inhuman as the ease of his smile. Will can't imagine wanting anyone else.
"You know before I met you, I spent every night wishing I'd wake up normal," Will confesses.
Hannibal makes a face like he's going to be sick and sticks out his tongue. "Good thing we don't always get what we wish for."
Will chuckles, leaning forward to grind against Hannibal's unmarred skin. The room appears darker as moments pass with only breathing between them. Will tracks the movements of his own cock, sliding between Hannibal's thighs and over his belly button. It's something like serenity. Hannibal interrupts the quiet by wiggling and reaching out a hand to thread their fingers together. Will slips from between Hannibal's thighs to his hole, soaked with spit and slick with precum.
"It's not enough, is it?" Hannibal teases when Will presses his forehead against the mattress beside his face. "Don't you want to stuff me with me your prick?"
Will can hardly believe what he's about to do but just the thought of going all the way consumes him. The lightest press forward makes Hannibal wince. The head of Will's cock has barely begun to push Hannibal open when his hands begin to shake.
"It hurts," Hannibal says quietly.
The smile that strikes Will feels completely natural. "Good," Will tells him, pushing forward with more force. He eases his way into Hannibal an inch at a time, lips pressed to his temple and then his mouth. "It's about time."
The first bite under his chin hurts, but Will deserves it. The second one makes him tighten his hand in Hannibal's hair. Hannibal claws at Will's back and folds his legs around him, tipping Will's hips forward and sucking his cock into the hilt.
"Ow," Will complains when Hannibal locks his jaw around the base of neck. "Stop," he begs, when he realizes Hannibal is drawing blood.
The color drains from his face like chalk drawings under heavy rainfall. When Hannibal sinks his teeth into Will's jugular his cock doesn't soften, just stutters forward, even as his vision starts to blur. The searing heat from inside Hannibal is so suffocating Will isn't sure he can bear it.
"No more," Will says when he feels himself slipping away.
The realization dawns on him two seconds too late. Hannibal is going to drink him dry.
