Arms braced either side of his head, Hannibal pushed forward an inch before holding himself still, memorising Will's reaction to the intrusion; the way his eyes slid shut, the way his teeth worried at his bottom lip, the way his hands clutched at his sides to urge him on, fingers pulling and flexing and kneading. The position they were in might not be the easiest or even the most comfortable, but it afforded Hannibal an exquisite view of the other man, one that he stored away carefully along with a mental note to use a 6b pencil.
"Hannibal,"
There was a measure of frustration in Will's voice and the older man obeyed the unspoken instruction with a shallow thrust, then two more until he was fully sheathed within his welcoming body, Will groaning softly at the stretch. This time when he stilled it was less to do with observing the younger man and more to do with controlling himself as he experienced Will's incredible, tight heat for the first time. It was intoxicating and Hannibal leant down and pressed his lips to the younger man's collarbone, brushing his lightly stubbled chin over the skin of his shoulder towards his neck before biting his earlobe, Will's hand coming up to card through his hair.
"What do you need, Will?" his breath was hot against the shell of Will's ear as he quietly spoke into it, causing the other man to shiver and involuntarily tighten around him as Hannibal pulled back and stared hungrily. Will licked his lips, eyes flicking over the older man's features before settling on his chin for a moment. His emotions were gratifyingly easy to read when he raised his blue eyes.
"You," he said, voice catching just slightly. "I need you,"
Singularly lacking in adjectives, that hadn't been the answer he was expecting. Hard, fast, slow, rough maybe…eyes narrowing, Hannibal wanted to growl as he claimed Will's lips with a softness that defied the speed at which he moved, tongue seeking entrance as he shifted his hips for the first time. Withdrawing slightly then pressing back in, Will's words stirred something within him, a tendril of something long buried and forgotten that wrapped around the base of his spine as he started a steady rhythm of unhurried but ever deeper thrusts.
Beneath him, Will made his approval known, a soft and needy noise pulled from the back of his throat as he raked his short nails down the length of the other man's back from shoulder to iliac crest. It was an added dimension of sensation that Hannibal greatly enjoyed, a groan of pleasure reverberating through his chest as his tongue continued to mimic the action of his cock, slowly plundering Will's mouth. The sensory input was a heady combination, scent, sight, sound and touch all fuelling his arousal as he increased the speed of his thrusts, angled his hips a little more but found it insufficient. Breaking the steady stream of kisses, Hannibal balanced on one hand and hooked his other arm under one of Will's bent legs, using the crook of his arm behind his knee to bend it up towards the younger man's chest and instantly changing the angle and depth of penetration to launch an assault on Will's prostate.
"Fuck, Hannibal…"
That was the reaction he wanted. The words came out half choked, one of Will's hands flying upwards to brace himself against the headboard and the other tangling tightly in Hannibal's hair as he adjusted to the new pressure and sensations, awareness narrowing like tunnel vision until the only things he could process were the sweet push and pull where they were joined and the heat pooling low in his stomach.
Hannibal observed him from under lowered lashes, fringe partly obscuring his view but not enough to detract from the vision that Will presented as he withdrew almost completely and powerfully drove back in, burying himself to the hilt. Whilst Will was indeed on the underfed side of trim, there was a level of definition to him that was undeniably pleasing and probably one of the reasons that he hid away under layers of plaid as he did. It hadn't escaped Hannibal's attention that Will dressed to blend in, to be unassuming and forgettable, invisible, another defence mechanism just like the glasses that he knew without being told Will didn't really need. The muscles of his arms and shoulders were toned, similarly his pectorals with their light covering of dark hair that trailed down invitingly over his stomach where there were abdominals evident that when paired with the muscles of his thighs and calves indicated he most likely ran fairly regularly. Hannibal could see him on the trails through the woods near his house, running to clear his head, to replace the unsettled emotions in his body with the physical burn of lactic acid, perhaps a dog or two in tow.
He had surrounded himself with beautiful things his entire adult life, from the day it had been within his means to do so he'd had the best he could afford of everything: food; wine; clothes; art. He had enjoyed the most exclusive performances of renowned classical works, entertained in royal boxes at the opera and dined in the best restaurants on almost every continent. His home was the epitome of good taste, his car a Bentley and his wrist-watch a Fabergé. A lavish and sophisticated lifestyle with virtually nothing that he desired out of his reach, in that instant all of it paled into comparison when he considered Will. Awkward, gifted Will, hot and sweaty beneath him, so responsive, conveying his pleasure and his need in response to the older man's every movement with a delightful range of expressions and sounds.
It was breath-taking.
He was breath-taking.
Ducking his head, Hannibal flicked his tongue over a pert, pink nipple, hips moving more quickly and the first signs of exertion showing on his body. Perspiration now sat in his hair line and there was a light sheen in the dip between his jutting shoulder blades as he held himself above the other man, licking and tasting and kissing. He wanted to devour Will, figuratively speaking at least, take him to the brink until the only name he knew was Hannibal's, before sending him crashing over.
"Touch yourself," Hannibal instructed against his skin somewhat breathlessly, gaze flicking up to Will's. He was aware of his own limitations given the situation; stamina was not something he lacked by any means, but there was no escaping the fact that this was not going to last, the friction on his cock and the way that Will tightened around him with each nudge to his prostate delicious - coupled with the fact that this was Will, it gave rise to the first subtle hints of his own orgasm. Lips delicately parted, Will obeyed without hesitation, slipping a hand between them and wrapping it around his own aching cock with a groan to instantly begin stroking himself.
This was not going to be a one-off.
No matter the warnings in his mind, there was no way that he would willingly surrender this contact with Will now that he'd experienced it. He would have Will again, and again; even if in the cold light of day the other man was uncertain of that fact, Hannibal would not be. He didn't want to completely break his spirit (or his mind for that matter, after all there was very little fun in a subject without free will) but there was no doubt in Hannibal's slightly hazy thinking that he had bent him enough to ensure that by the time he had finished with him Will would crave repeats, if only in his efforts to escape his own tortured nightmares. Whatever the explanation for their current embrace on Will's part, even if it were simply fear and desperation, Hannibal would welcome it again like a starving man at a banquet. And he would eat his fill.
Will steadily fisted himself, back arching and head tipped back on the pillow as he submitted to sensation. Hannibal dove down to press his tongue against the pulse point in his throat and felt the life thrumming through his veins, lapping at his skin with flat, broad strokes as he grazed his adam's apple with his teeth, enjoying the way the younger man convulsively swallowed and his hand sped up at the contact. Tempo steadily increasing, Hannibal continued to fluidly roll his hips, aware of the tell-tale ache forming low in his abdomen as the nails of Will's free hand ran over his shoulders and neck and scratched lightly at his scalp. Bracing on the arm keeping Will's leg bent, he pulled back slightly to better alleviate his own need with shallower thrusts that stimulated the head of his erection and simultaneously ran his hand down between them to encompass Will's cock in his grip. It was something that Will happily allowed, groaning as the older man's warm hand replaced his own and began to tug in time to the motion of his hips.
Will was close, the scent of arousal emanating from him carrying a distinctly sharper edge as Hannibal expertly led him to the edge. He revelled in the heavy breaths leaving the younger man's lungs and the low groans and murmurs drawn from his throat, watching the entrancing play of emotions dancing across his face through dark, hungry eyes. Craning his neck, he licked at Will's top lip before kissing him thoroughly for a moment, his own breath coming in staccato bursts. Heavy-lidded gazes met, breath mingling, and when he spoke, Hannibal's voice was rough with need in a way that he couldn't remember hearing from himself before.
"Come for me, Will,"
Surging up to kiss him, Will took the permission given to let go, unnecessary though it was; granted, Hannibal sought to be in control in most things, but he could not envisage ever denying Will his release, it wasn't one of his particular kinks. In fact for a cannibalistic serial killer, the older man guessed that he was probably surprisingly vanilla and conventional in his tastes. Will was panting into his mouth, one hand gripping the back of Lecter's neck and the other wrapped around his strong bicep as he tensed and came hard enough to grey out for at least a few seconds, the older man continuing to stroke him and coaxing every ounce of sensation out of the experience.
Witnessing Will come apart was all that Hannibal needed to hasten his own release, letting go of his now softening cock to instead find better purchase on the bed as his rhythm faltered for the first time. Only seconds later tension welcomingly gripped the base of his spine and he came with a groan that bordered on being a growl, thrusting into Will's warmth with decreasing urgency as he rode out his pleasure. Breathing hard but spent and satiated, Hannibal released the younger man's leg and took the pressure off his arms, pressing his forehead against the other man's shoulder and draping himself over his body to catch his breath. When the haze had lifted enough for completely coherent thoughts to return, as opposed to the semi-formed ones that had coloured the preceding 20 minutes, he pushed up on his arms again to look at the man embracing him and frowned.