Light filtering through the window, rather weakly at that hour, announced the dawn and with it the time to wake up. For someone who was an early riser as Will at least, for most people though, even if there was sunlight it was still too early.

The dogs had the same rhythm as his master and soon they were all up as well. Awake but still sluggish, Will didn't get until some of the boys were waving their tails impatiently at the door, eager for a morning walk. Once everyone left, Will went back to bed.

- "Are you still asleep?" He asked in a low voice as he gave Hannibal a small peck on his cheek and pressed his body against his. "Wake up."

It was so early in the morning. The gentle kiss on his cheek and the quiet tone of his lover's voice drew him from his dreams slowly. That was a very nice way to wake up.

- "Good morning..." His voice was making him sound like he talking in his dreams. "Did you dream about me, Will?"

- "Why would I?" He joked with a bright smile and gave him a kiss on the lips.

Hannibal cupped his cheek, sliding his hand and lacing his curls between his fingers to hold him close a little more but Will didn't have the intention of drawing away in any case.

- "Is this your idea of a 'good morning'?" That wasn't a complaint, it definetely wasn't a bad morning at all.

Will slid his hand through Hannibal's torso, pulling his shirt up to place a kiss on his chest. He wasn't going to reply with words but with his actions. He then began attacking his neck with light kisses that soon turned into gentle nibbles, with his hands he stroked his chest. Responding with more caresses, Hannibal tried to position himself on top but Will stopped him.

- "No. Let me."

Slightly confused at first, Hannibal looked at Will incredulously as he pushed him on his back and sat on top of him. As if such actions weren't enough by themselves, the fact that Will was taking the initiative of it was making it even more arousing for Hannibal.

His large hands were at Will's sides, stroking him up and down before taking of his shirt. At the same time it seemed like Will's hands were roaming all over him and pinching his skin. He closed his eyes and bit onto his lower lip briefly when Will grind his hips against his.

- "Look at me." Deep blue eyes met brown ones as he took him by the face, stroking his cheek with a thumb as he began to kiss him again. It was a bit confusing, Will wasn't sure why his usual shyness seemed to be gone or what pushed him to that situation but he really wanted Hannibal. His heart raced as his tongue touched Hannibal's and played with it. For a few seconds he paused and gently nibble his lower lip before continuing the kiss. His hand went down again to caress his chest.

They were painfully close they felt the warmth of each other's breath against their skin. Hannibal was aware that his hardening member was starting to press up against Will. His hands were trailing down the other's back gently, stopping teasingly at his lower back before grabbing his bottom.

Feeling his lover's need against his lower body filled him with a very special feeling of joy. Just knowing that he was able to make him felt that way already felt so good; he would be in the same condition as him really soon.

He stopped the kiss with a sonorous smooch on the lips and then proceeded to lick his neck and collarbone, alternating the licking with sucking and bites, not as gentle as before. He was tempted to massage Hannibal's crotch but instead sat himself better on top of him so that he could grind their members together.

Hannibal didn't hesitate a second to grind himself up against Will. His neck would be bruised, a hickey would certainly leave a mark, but in the moment that only served to turn him on more. He wanted his lover to mark him as belonging to him. He wanted to be Will's as much as he wanted Will to belong to him and him alone.

Their members press together and silent gasps and quiet, needy moans filled the room. Hannibal sank his nails into Will's soft flesh, gaining a louder moan from him. His lover's whimpers were driving him insane with need for more. His kept stroking and squeezing his buttocks before he started to take off his remaining clothes. He wanted to feel him skin to skin.

In response Will moved for a moment to help him to get rid of the annoying clothing. The condensate heat of the room was making him feel that it was getting harder to breath.

Once more he rocked his hips against Hannibal's and he leaning to give him a chaste peck on the lips before whispering into his ear.

- "You're mine and I'm yours." His lover replied biting his neck harshly. Without a hint of shame Will screamed his lover's name. He loved it, loved it so much that he was all his. Nobody else could claim him as theirs but Hannibal.

Quiet moans and gasps slipped past Will's lips as he rocked his hips, a bit more forcefully now. With each rock of his hips, their members met and ground together with sinful pleasure. Hannibal was helping him, taking him by his waist and moving him, closer but he couldn't wait anymore.

One of his fingers went inside him, massaging him as Will stubbornly was biting his lips not to give his lover the pleasure of hearing him moaning just yet. Another finger went in and Will couldn't contain his voice. Getting roguish he pushed his fingers a little deeper curling them, yearning to hear more of that sweet falsetto. He kept rubbing and pushing his finger deep inside Will until he claimed to be ready for him.

Without wasting a single second Hannibal leaned back just slightly to be more a bit comfortable under Will and positioned the head of his hard member at his lover's bottom.

Will hovered right above Hannibal's member, letting his hands trail over the other's bare chest before taking hold of his hands. He intertwined their fingers and plugged onto his member in one swift movement that made him cry out much louder than before - both from the pleasure of being filled and the agony of being stretched apart without more lubrication than Hannibal's pre-cum.

The intimacy and closeness of the act made both of them feel complete.

Once his erection was inside Will it was utterly impossible to contain those moans of pleasure he had been trying to hide until now. He was having the hardest time trying to ignore the need of rocking his hips against his lover, he didn't want to be to hard and hurt him, not now. Will's name came out of his lips in a breathless whisper. He loved him so much. The most possessive desires took over him everytime they were together that way. He didn't want anyone else to see Will like that, sweating and moaning in sheer pleasure. He didn't want anyone else to have him that way, because Will was his and Hannibal was Will's.

He hold his hands tighter as he mildly began thrusting his pelvis instinctively.

Hannibal was already buried so far inside of him, Will could feel him brushing up against his prostate with every little movement. In the moments where they allowed for their love to be shown in this way, he felt there was nothing else to think about, nothing else mattered but each other and that made him infinitely happy.

With each small thrust Hannibal made, Will brought himself up and slammed himself down on his lover's shaft, letting out a loud moan every time. The blushed expression he wore was one of complete bliss.

The electricity Hannibal felt was running through all his being wasn't only due to the so painfully tight it felt to be inside Will, but was also caused by his cries and the look on his face, that view was maddening him even more.

In that moment of pure arousal, and with the the advantage of having his erection just before him he let go one of his hands and he started to pump him. Rubbing the tip of his member with his thumb and stroking up and down its entire length over and over again.

Another scream of pleasure ripped it's way from Will's throat. His weakest spot was being hit and now, so was his hard member. Both stimulations were too much for him. His erection leaked more and more rapidly at the tip, hinting that his release that was sure to come soon.

When Hannibal felt the oncoming climax approaching his thrust became a faster and as rough as his position allowed him. Will slammed himself over the edge with a blissful cry of Hannibal's name. One strong strike to his sweet spot and one stroke to his erection has him loosing his seed all over his chest in one or two short, strong bursts before it simply dribbles down the sides. Every muscle in his body quivered as he panted, bouncing still on his lap.

Hearing his lover calling his name in that way and the abrupt clenching around his shaft threw Hannibal over the edge, moaning Will's name in return as he harshly took him by the waist to push him against him even closer, filling him with his cum.

They both looked like a mess but Hannibal couldn't help feeling that he was the happiest person in the world. Panting, Will stayed still for a moment, his body still shivering with pleasure and exhaustion. Hannibal moved a little and gently wrapped his arms around Will in a loving hug. Making love always seemed to drain their energy, but it was totally worth it.

Carefully Hannibal slid his softening member out of his lover. He couldn't find his voice to speak so instead, he stroked his back and left a trail of soft kisses all over his neck, just where he had left those red marks a moment ago.

Stretching one arm, Will took his shirt to clean his cum off Hannibal's chest but he stopped him, taking him by the wrist.

- "Best take a bath instead."

- "In a moment." Will replied and buried his face on the crook of Hannibal's neck, pressing himself against his chest without caring about the mess. In that moment, there wasn't a single thing that could go wrong. "... I love you..." He whispered and nuzzled his neck, mild embarrassment appearing again.

- "I love you too." His maroon eyes slip shut and he hold his lover closer. "Let's move in together."