As soon as he took his coat off, he made an important decision. He would take that calm expression of Hannibal's face, he would let the other think he was in control, he was going to surprise him. The doctor didn't need to know that this was his first time with a man. He would pretend to know what he was doing. He walked over to the oval spot of light at the middle of the barn and took the rest of his clothes. His pants went off with his underwear, not his most graceful strip but it was practical. His cock as pumped with blood as possible. This small act of ''bravery'' only got a flash of a smile in Hannibal's face, but that was incentive enough. The cold of the barn left him shivering and the light left him blind. He kneeled and waited for the next step.

''Lean against your elbows, head close to the ground''

You can imagine that wouldn't be a comfortable position when considering that your ass is hanging on the air. The doctor was still fully clothed, what a sin! It was easy to see that his perfect tailored pants now needed adjustment at the upper half but Will wouldn't comment on that. Anyway, after his ordinary strip ''tease'' show, there wasn't much left of encouragement, he was trying hard to keep up the facade so he complied.

''Have you ever done this before?'' There it goes his last string of confidence.

''No''

''No, what?''

''No, sir?'' He guessed doubtful.

''Last guess''

''No, doctor''

Fool Will, of course Hannibal wouldn't want him to call him sir. That's a kink from that other famous fanfiction 50 something, but even Will had heard of it, though he hadn't read it for he hadn't spare time for that (not even if he had). That is a lame comparison but Hannibal would be like 1000 shades of a palette of colors variating from dark red to dark brown. Will couldn't help asking about it, considering they were patient and doctor.

''Are we going to play doctor?'' he asked with genuine curiosity ''Does that mean you're into kinky or something?''

''I would never engage in such rituals and complex ways of torture. There are things I like to keep simple'' he paced around Will and stopped behind him ''and I abhor latex''

Hannibal caressed the professor's cheeks with one hand, Will couldn't help but turn his head to see it. The doctor used his other hand to turn Will's head to the original position.

''You should know though that I do use some... gadgets'' he didn't explain.

''Gadgets?''

''Widgets''

Hannibal is one of those people who like to add mist to an already foggy field. He often left Will wondering what he meant or what he wanted. Will thought he didn't go for the goal with a clean cut. The only kind of gadget that he could think was a bed and that was a gadget that he would have gladly accepted, the ground was dirty.

''This position is uncomfortable'' he blurted out but couldn't wait more.

''This position allows appreciation, penetration and play. Whatever I choose''

He didn't have time to process the barefaced words that would turn into action someday, and he would pray for that day if he had conviction for god's sake, because the phone started to ring. That damned phone again. Will couldn't stand the pattern of the punctual gap between the noises.

''Sorry for interrupting but can I turn off the phone... doctor?''

''I don't hear anything'' he was, apparently, too concentrated on Will's ass, but all the same he asked accusingly ''Why didn't you put it on silent mode?''

''Sorry, vibrating mode, actually''

''It must be Jack, you should answer that''

''But...'' he was interrupted by his clothes held in front of his face, he immediately took them.

''Put on your clothes, I'll be in the car'' he walked to the door and added before going out ''You should get accustomed to this kind of noises''

This kind of noises? Did he mean vibrating noises? He gasped and stood there for a few seconds. He quickly started to put on his clothes but couldn't find his underwear. Where was it anyway?

If Will really thought they were going to fuck in such a filthy place, he truly didn't know Hannibal. There was dust all over the place and when Will had stood on the spot of light it was possible to see the million particles of dust clouding the naked man. That wasn't distracting since Hannibal had directed his concentration to another spot, located between the professor's legs, which explained why he hadn't heard the phone vibrating. However, vibrating noises did pass his hearing for he was too accustomed to them. When he saw Will's expression as he entered the car a few minutes later, Hannibal almost fell sorry by seeing his disappointment. Almost.

''Do you have to go back to office?'' he asked as he started the car.

''No, there was no real breakthrough but I gave him a report''

''Good'' That was a relief, Hannibal thought.

There's only so much tease that one can handle, and Hannibal couldn't handle much more. He was surprised he wasn't dizzy for it felt like almost all the blood of his body was being directed to not so important places right now, after all, they had to make some arrangements. Annoying but necessary. Those of you who don't care about the sexual diseases, Hannibal does, he hates being sick and not in full control of his body.

''I must know if you're clean. Even being a virgin, you can still have parental diseases''

''I never said I was a virgin'' he said indignant.

''You said you had never done this before''

''Stand naked in the middle of a barn? Course not'' he grinned but Hannibal didn't ''I have never done this before with a man''

''So you've had plenty of woman before''

''I wouldn't say plenty''

''Alana?''

''We didn't get that far''

A fresh breeze of jealousy, I mean, possessiveness, entered the car by the windows that were open by only a few inches. Hannibal was curious to know how far they had gotten but him asking wouldn't have been very discreet. They eventually clarified that both were clean and wouldn't have to use condoms. None of them said it, but they actually trusted each other, to a certain point at least.
Anyway, who's the fool that said that trust is the basis of a relationship? People shouldn't trust each other, eventually, they hurt themselves by nature. Would it bring some comfort to you to assure that none of them were going to hurt each other that day?
Except, of course, if you include Hannibal's plans to deflower a certain tight ass.

''It ain't easy to stay in love if you can't tell lies'' Norah Jones, Say goodbye

As I mentioned before, The Bedroom was one of his favorite rooms in the house besides The Kitchen. It wasn't a mess but it wasn't clean spartan too. Black and brown ruled the room, the covers of the bed were hazel and the walls, beige. He had directed Will through the house with the back of his hand on the man's lower back. It was funny and arousing how responsive Will was. He tensed or gasped at the simplest touch.

''You don't bring a lot of people here, do you?''

''In fact, I don't, I enjoy privacy'' and that was truth, he only allowed people upstairs when he had advantages ''Pull up the covers and get back to the previous position''

Will surprisingly went without hesitating, quickly taking of his clothes and getting to the bed. Hannibal was rather amused that when he started to take his own, Will kept glancing back and eyeing him, he probably thought Hannibal couldn't see it. He would let it pass this time. He folded his coat and trousers, taking his time. When he took his briefs off, he glanced at Will only to see him blushing and lowering his eyes. Hannibal's real perks resides in his mind but that doesn't prevent him from being physically delicious. After seeing Will licking his lips he couldn't help but change his plans so he sat on the board of the bed and motioned the professor to kneel between his thighs. It was a comfortable position to start training...

''Fellatio, you may go easy since this is your first time'' that word was so much more erotic coming out of his mouth than ''blow job''

Will tentatively put his hands on Hannibal's thighs and his tongue on his cock. He was strangely quiet. He licked the little bead of natural lubricant on the head and gradually took more. His rhythm was agonizingly slow and Hannibal's hands itched to hold Will's head and pounce in his little mouth but it was too early to do that, so he simply exhaled in encouragement and after just a minute he had had enough of this torture.

''Get up on the bed''

Will got back to the initial position and Hannibal felt he was surprised to feel his tongue there between his legs, working on his balls. It didn't take much for he was already worked up from their slow foreplay. Hannibal opened a draw from his night stand and took the lubricant, putting some on his fingers and using it to stretch and tease at Will's tight ass. The other was moaning already, barely containing himself. Hannibal didn't wait any longer, he thrusted all of himself in only one pounce, getting a whimper from Will. He pushed the professor up in an embrace that allowed him to bite and breath raggedly right into his ear, one hand on his neck and the other on his cock.

''Are you fine?'' he bit Will's ear.

''I want...'' Hannibal cold speak many languages but not the Moaning one.

''What? What do you want?'' he started once again to thrust slowly into Will.

''More''

Hannibal didn't need the encouragement, he couldn't have stopped even if he wanted. When he licked Will's jaw, he tasted salty tears, but he wasn't sorry, he wouldn't stop. There was no safe word in their dangerous game that took place in bed and out of it. Despite his lack of knowledge of the Moaning language, not even once did he hear something remotely resembling ''stop''. The noise of skin beating skin and the sweat, that normally bothered him, were all essential parts of this blessed ritual on which nature spin around: sex.

Stranger than it seems, it's much easier to write about their foreplay than the real sex. I hope I got this right.
I'm not done yet! See you on the next chapter, amores mios.