Soft, wet squishes filled the air as Will pumped his arm in short, stilted motions. He had spread Hannibal beneath him, thick with muscle, yet irresistibly padded with softness at the curves and dips of his frame. The sensation of Hannibal's tender flesh writhing against his own made Will's teeth clench, and the trembling, corded musculature of Hannibal's thigh pinned between his own legs urged him to grind down.
Breathing unsteadily, Hannibal looked down at Will with a warm, honeyed gaze. Hannibal's disheveled appearance from their earlier frantic kissing made pride burst in Will's chest—from Hannibal's flushed, glowing skin and mussed hair there was not an inch that Will didn't want to savor. Especially the nest of damp curls sitting below his navel that were also in disarray from Will's previous attentions. Humming with want, Will twisted his two fingers within Hannibal's hot cunt and curled them teasingly. His thrusts were shallow, rocking gently into the silken, swollen passage with ease.
"Wet," Will exhaled sharply, pressing his face into Hannibal's belly so that he could mouth at the glistening skin. Hannibal's insides undulated beneath Will's lips from both an involuntary moan and the burning pleasure when Will plunged a little deeper. Will's fingertips longed to kiss the end of Hannibal's cavity that squeezed in encouragement. "For me," he added in a rasp, taking this moment to stare darkly through his even darker lashes up at Hannibal before gutting him with an easily slipped-in third finger. Hannibal's jaw dropped, his throat bobbing with a silent cry as Will stretched his pussy wide over the breadth of thick digits.
"Only you," Hannibal whispered through a tight throat while his hands desperately tangled further into the white sheets. His tan skin was stark from the contrast, enticing enough to bite, flushed pink like the center of a rare steak. Will's mouth salivated—hungry.
Will's breathing was heavy, noisy. The humidity of his exhales painted Hannibal's trembling tummy with moisture which made it easy for his beard to scrape territorially. A grunt clawed up his throat at the vice grip he fucked into with a strain-quivering arm, fantasizing briefly on what it would feel like for Hannibal's cunt to swallow his cock down instead of the fingers seated deep in its place. He rutted more insistently onto Hannibal's thigh, grateful and irritated all at once with the barrier of his sweatpants caging him. He couldn't fathom stopping. Not now, despite already having given the man arching and bucking beneath him a few orgasms before this moment. His sopping cunt was so pliant, perfectly molded for Will's claiming hand, that he could not bear removing his fingers from such an eager hole.
He was made for Will. And Will longed to fill the space in the shape of himself within Hannibal.
A hand in Will's hair, tugging and pleading, shook him out of his possessive thoughts. He moaned, a sound that wavered pathetically, and rolled his aching hips down so that he could crush his dick into the meat of Hannibal's warm leg. He did it again. And again. His arm began to pull back farther, allowing his fingers to glide with longer strokes in and out Hannibal's swollen pussy. It was torture for them both. Torture for Will, because he longed to sink his madly throbbing erection down to the hilt in him, and torture for Hannibal, because he was undoubtedly raw with sensitivity. At least, judging by the ragged sounds and twitchy judders of Hannibal's obedient body—another rapidly building orgasm stiffening up his fragile line of vertebrae tighter than a bowstring.
Growling abruptly, Will gave into temptation and bit into Hannibal's gut, uncaring of the happy trail tickling his plush lips, and sucked with teeth to add a thrill to the way he doubled down on ravaging Hannibal's cunt. A bright sound of shocked arousal flew out of Hannibal's mouth, piercing Will with desperation. His forearm and bicep burned with exertion, but Will was determined, urged on by Hannibal's low whines and hitched sobs. His other arm had been wrapped around Hannibal's sweating lower back the entire time, and even now, he did not let him go. He tightened his hold, forcing Hannibal's spine into a sharper curve, and hissed out a curse at how come splashed messy and hot out of Hannibal. It was all over Will's hand, rushing down his palm to fade into a trickle along his flexing wrist.
"Will," Hannibal pleaded in a watery tone, so unlike him and only because of the way Will touched him. Will's head spun with desire at how thoroughly wrecked Hannibal sounded before all noises ceased except for Will's raucous breaths and Hannibal's squelching pussy. With a sharp inhale, Hannibal locked up painfully tight and quivered with the vibrations of ecstasy Will ripped out of him. Will continued to force his way in and out of Hannibal's spasming cunt, the strength of Hannibal's slick muscles nearly pushing him out each time, and he whimpered out loud at how Hannibal's body cramped Will's three fingers into submission.
Groan after groan rushed out of Will's mouth as Hannibal seized and bucked. The way Hannibal's thigh jolted and tensed beneath Will's cock and tightening balls nearly undid him, but he held on to his control by the skin of his teeth. Euphoria radiated off of Will in the form of a panting smile and bright eyes knowing that he found his home between Hannibal's spread thighs.
"Come here," Hannibal whispered brokenly, drunk with pleasure. Every syllable raced goosebumps down Will's neck to the backs of his quivering thighs. The hand that was in his hair encouraged him to crawl up the length of Hannibal's torso, but a rumble of discontent vibrated Will's ribcage at the idea of leaving Hannibal empty of him. Will's eyes were shadowed with abrasive lust. Hannibal was visibly enraptured by the storminess of Will's expression, and amusement faintly curled up the corners of Hannibal's moist, trembling lips.
Hannibal's other hand affectionately cupped Will's jaw. A thumb was stroking Will's mouth, and with a hitched breath, Will cautiously gave in at the huskily murmured praise of 'good boy'. With every inch that Will obeyed Hannibal's smile widened with feral satisfaction. Only at the last second, when their chins brushed together, did Will's three fingers reluctantly slip out of the warmth of Hannibal's silky cunt. They both winced and let out a noise of loss, their breaths mingling at the new proximity. Will brushed his nose against Hannibal's tenderly, his normally pale cheeks flushed with desire. He could feel the heat of Hannibal's pussy against his hip—taunting him, begging him.
"Yours," Hannibal reassured him, his long fingers squeezing Will's hair at the root. The relief of Hannibal's submission even without the mooring of penetration slowly relaxed Will's naked shoulders. Savoring, he looked over Hannibal's glistening face, the intoxicating whiskey of his eyes, the fullness of his kiss-swollen lips. Will's throat bobbed at the sight, wanting. With a shaky exhale, he closed the distance between them with a wet, open kiss while adjusting his position. Once settled, the line of Will's rigid, clothed cock pressed flush into the gushing seam of Hannibal's cunt. A growl of frustration tore at Will's esophagus, interrupting Hannibal's sharp gasp, and he surged forward again. The bed whined quietly as his muscled hips juddered powerfully, low moans rolling off both of their dancing tongues in a lustful exchange due to the friction of their groins.
The molten heat of Hannibal's sex was soaking through the sweat pants, and Will desperately clawed at Hannibal's hot, wriggling body with slick fingers in an attempt to show urgency. His swollen pussy lips were the perfect cradle for Will to slide against, up and down, in circular grinds, anything that made Hannibal's throat vibrate with desire for Will. With all consuming need for Will. He was ravenous to witness just a fraction of the tsunamis of emotion and mountains of passion living inside of himself reflected back in Hannibal's reactions, his mottled voice, his glazed over eyes.
Affection choked him at the mirror of uncivilized longing and codependency in Hannibal's stare. Eager hands fisted Hannibal's fleshy waist and the taut muscles of his sweating upper back, pinning him to Will's undulating body—forcefully wiping away the touch of everyone before Will.
"So fucking wet," Will nearly sobbed into Hannibal's panting mouth, his arms quivering harder with strain from the position that Hannibal locked him in with a tight wrap of his long legs around Will's bare hips. The friction of wet fabric chafed his erection, and Will wanted inside so badly that his teeth began to ache, but Hannibal—Hannibal, he was almost hyperventilating between wobbly moans, on the precipice of another orgasm just from the grind of Will's clothed cock on his raw cunt. Will's scalp stung all over from the clench of Hannibal's dangerous fingers in his curls.
"Fuck, I—" Will gasped out after tasting Hannibal's demanding tongue that curled over his teeth and teased the roof of his mouth, "—need in. Need inside you." His cock kept teasingly and briefly catching at Hannibal's rim, and Will was on the verge of begging from the tease, but all Hannibal did in response was throw his head back and clamp his thighs unforgivingly against him. Will continued to frot against the animalistic bucking of Hannibal's climaxing body, his balls drawing up painfully tight at the surprising sensation of flooding heat saturating his crotch.
"Will— " Hannibal barely squeezed the name out of his throat before spurts of clear ejaculate gushed between them. Hannibal, reddened from a lack of oxygen from the tips of his ears down to his hips, still thrashed beneath Will to ride out the high of his rapture. The broken dam of Hannibal's arousal soaking his covered cock had Will's temples pounding, and with another aborted cry from Hannibal and a buck of his hips, Will snapped.
He pressed his face harshly against Hannibal's, their cheeks rubbing together, his mouth ghosting Hannibal's ear with a deep, bellowing moan that drowned out the complaining bed frame. His raw dick twitched painfully with the first rush of seed, and the swollen glans pulsed hotly with every jet of come soiling his already ruined sweatpants. The orgasm was abrupt, heartstopping, stretching Will's face into something that looked agonized—yet Hannibal was still writhing, all too excited to have Will groaning helplessly and falling apart on top of him. Shame twined with sharp arousal sat deep in Will's trembling gut, urging him to slide both hands down to grab Hannibal's ass. He didn't bother softening the bite of his nails, not when he was using his grip as leverage to lift and force Hannibal's cunt to scrub up and down against his spasming erection—wringing out every last drop of come.
A deep shudder traveled down Will's spine, a final thrust echoing in the room with a squelch before his collapse. Hannibal's breaths billowed out against his face until he warmly guided Will to the crook of his neck, his shaking hands settling to pet over Will's shoulders and nape. It was so intimate that Will's eyes stung, and his panting ceased to hold in a watery breath. He was afraid of whatever undignified sound that threatened to leap from his tingling lips.
Floating, Will's fingers stroked over the swells of Hannibal's ass and down to his twitching legs. He brushed the tips over sticky inner-thighs, earning a delighted shiver from Hannibal, before Will forcefully pressed him open unnaturally wide. The obedient skin turned white from Will's grip, branding another mark of ownership onto Hannibal. A hum vibrated Will's throat, his hips digging a needy circle into Hannibal despite the hot squish of come and oversensitivity of his softening dick.
"Not satisfied?" Hannibal practically slurred, his lips tickling Will's temple. Will huffed in response, hardly able to lift his head, but the desire to see the playful lust coloring Hannibal's normally neutral expression won out over the exhaustion. His hands cupped the backs of Hannibal's knees to not only keep him spread, but to also push back the limbs so that Hannibal's knees touched his own flanks—eager for a presentation. With a tremble in his biceps, Will peeled himself back, fully sitting on his knees, to gaze at the ravaged state of Hannibal's pussy. His slit was glossy with come, a deep red close to the shade of raw meat, and the lips were puffy and pinker than rose from the abuse. Will inhaled an unsteady breath, his spent cock twitching at the sight.
"Not even close," Will rasped, watching with a lick of his bottom lip as Hannibal stretched and arched his back like a pleased cat. Hannibal's wrists crossed above his head tantalizingly, the picture of a sated and lazy feline, while still offering himself as sacrifice. Will's nostrils flared at the heat blooming behind his belly button, and he hunched over Hannibal slightly in order to whisper—his voice mottled, threatening. "You won't remember what it's like to have your legs closed by the time I'm done with you."
Hannibal's mouth parted on a hoarse whimper, his eyes rolling back in his skull at the same moment Will lunged for the sweet line of Hannibal's jugular. The taste of savory flesh incited Will further, his jaws grinding so that his mark would be lasting.
No, Will thought as he pulled back again to gaze at the ring of teeth bruising Hannibal's neck, he wouldn't be satisfied until he consumed Hannibal entirely. With a dark, lopsided smile Will slithered back down Hannibal's body, his filthy sweatpants already forgotten. His mouth watered, the smell of heady arousal and spicy musk tickling Will's salivary glands. Hannibal flexed his pelvis, something close to a plea touching Will's ears, before Will lowered his jaw and covered the entirety of Hannibal's cunt with his moaning mouth. Careless of teeth, Will hungrily tongued Hannibal's sensitive slit and gave a harsh suck. The resulting, raspy cry above Will squeezed his soft cock with savage pleasure.
Yes, Will thought, he planned to spend the rest of his life devouring Hannibal Lecter—inch by wet, delicious inch.