"Does it hurt terribly?" Will asked, his breath warm against Hannibal's spine. Hannibal closed his eyes as feather light touches trailed over the branding in his skin, mapping it.
"No. I can't feel it anymore." The sensation of fleeting feeling as damaged skin was passed over for pristine sent a unwarranted shiver down Hannibal's back and a smile to his lips. They danced around Hannibal's body, as if in search of more vandalism, but Hannibal was happy to find that the new king came up empty. "That's the worst of it. I promise." Hannibal twisted his body on the edge of the bed so he could fully face Will.
"Do I need to take care of this Marquess of Leganés, Diego Felipez de Guzmán." Will spat the name, causing Hannibal to laugh and scoop up Will's hands into his own.
"Your accent and pronunciation has much improved since we were children." He brought Will's hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to them. Hannibal thought Will's head would fall from his shoulders with how hard Will rolled his eyes. "And I more than handled the situation."
"That's a pity. I have been looking for someone to take some rather unpleasant emotions out on and since you have taken it upon yourself to materialize, I cannot take out my threats on the duke."
"Threats on the duke?" Hannibal's brows rose in mock interest as he lowered Will's hands back to the bed. "Is that where you got this?" Hannibal's finger trailed over the large ring that sat on Will's middle finger, one that had not belonged to the king beforehand and so had not been passed down.
"He deserved everything he got," Will defended, only causing the smile to pull harder at Hannibal's lips.
"I am certain he did." Someone needed to pay for what had happened to his men after the storm. But if Will said he had gotten them all returned to their families, then Hannibal believed him. "What are these pent up emotions you're holding onto, Your Majesty?"
Will's nose scrunched up and he stuck his tongue out at Hannibal, sending Hannibal back into a memory of them sneaking around the palace late at night. Will just as stubborn and childish as ever.
"You, above all else, never call me that."
Hannibal hummed at the order and leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss to Will's jaw. Hannibal's chest warmed with amusement at the staggering breath that Will let out. "Why is that?" Hannibal guided Will closer with a hand slipping over velvet skin to cradle the back of Will's head. Will's hand jumped up to catch Hannibal's wrist, though there was no tug on his wrist. Just a steadying grip. "I think the title suits you."
"Hannibal," Will whined.
Hannibal pulled back, getting instantly lost in Will's eyes. They were the safety of a harbor from a long night battling sirens and Poseidon himself. They were the truth that anchored Hannibal here, in this room, in this moment. They were real and in front of him. His safe haven and future, now present and in reach. They belonged to the man who Hannibal had been fighting months to get back to, the man he fought wars for, the man he grew up knowing they were meant for more despite the distance.
"Shall I take care of these emotions you speak of?" Hannibal finally asked into the gentle silence of the room, his mouth sticky. He nuzzled his nose against Will's and Will stole a swift kiss.
"You always take care of me," Will muttered. Hannibal's eyes flickered closed when a wet, hot tongue trailed his bottom lip teasingly. His heart pounded in his chest, begging to burst painfully from his rib cage. "It's my turn."
Hannibal's head tipped to the side as Will got to his feet. Hannibal tried to follow, but a push against his bare chest sent him back to the bed. A glimmer of lust in blue glowed as Will sent a grin in Hannibal's direction. Will must have missed Hannibal as much as he claimed to.
"Stay there." The king's command alone sent blood rushing through Hannibal, arousal pooling deeply.
Hannibal's eyes fixed on Will when the man dropped to his knees and found his way into Hannibal's garments. Hands were needy, but gentle, in sharp contrast to the stories Hannibal had been piecing together. Blood traded for grace. Even under the worst of circumstances, curly haired Will was exactly everything he wanted. Even if Will was no longer the boy Hannibal had left behind, he was still delicately boyish in some features. His beauty was what sleep dreamed of when it laid down at dawn, searching for its rest.
Meile, Hannibal thought. The word fit perfectly. Will was loud to the eyes, an anthem of suns. The very thought of his Meile held heat.
Will pushed his hair from his eyes, and began without any other formalities. He manipulated Hannibal expertly with mouth and hands. Hannibal wondered if it was just how much he had missed Will's hands on him that he had already hardened under Will's ministrations.
The way winter's breath captured Hannibal up when Will pulled from him sent Hannibal's head spinning. His heart lurched in his chest at the sight of red, wet and swollen lips.
"Think I can do better?" Will teased, and Hannibal wondered how flushed his face was to obtain that reaction.
"You could start slower." Hannibal's breath shook. He would give anything to drag out this pleasant torture. The thought of never leaving Will's side again sat heavy on his mind. He would refuse to live a single day without his Will. Not ever again. The months apart had been somehow worse than the years.
Will smiled with a huff of laughter, his breath a hot and focused cloud that rolled over Hannibal's sensitive skin. His mouth was so close to its destination and it made Hannibal's hands ball up in the bedding to keep from pushing them forward.
"Like this?" Will's sultry voice nearly snapped something inside Hannibal. Hannibal did his best to put all of his focus on the way Will's hands slid up his thighs. His wet lips parted slightly, tongue following Hannibal's length at an excruciating pace. A groan left Hannibal before he could push it down. His fingers were beginning to ache with the strength he was using to keep his hands at bay.
"Like that," Hannibal agreed breathlessly. God, he had missed that touch. Miss those eyes flooding him with a storm immeasurable and worth drowning in.
"Shall I continue?" The hint of a tease was still present in Will's tone and Hannibal cleared his throat, hoping it would help defog his mind, though it did nothing of the sort.
"Don't use your mouth again yet." Hannibal instructed. "Just your tongue."
The obedience was immediate, the admiration of a king on his knees astounding. Someone hand chosen by God himself to rule and here he knelt, eager to please. Hannibal was dizzy with it.
Will's eyes met Hannibal's, keeping contact as his tongue circled the head, an elusive touch, barely the suggestion of one. There wasn't enough pressure. His tongue trailed over the slit and Hannibal's head fell back with a sigh.
"Shall I do that again?" Will's tone hid a snicker behind it and Hannibal rolled his eyes, swearing a single Lithuanian word through teeth. It must have been answer enough. Hannibal couldn't resist the flickering lures being played across his flesh, his body was awakening more and beginning to crave rhythm against Will's lazy movements.
"Take it all, Will," Hannibal muttered. His gasp preceded a long, hot lick, wet from base to tip. Hannibal's thigh muscles tensed under Will's powerful grip, coaxing his legs further open. Hannibal's chest rose and fell with quickened breath. He wanted nothing more than to rise from the bed and force Will into the mattress, but he stayed.
He sat up, daring another look at Will. It was a mistake. Even in the dull light of the setting sun, Hannibal could still see Will's lips wrapped around him, the perfection of his features cast in golden hour, and the unbothered desire with which he gazed at Hannibal.
Before Hannibal had left, the rumors around the King's Guard were that Will was an inviolable prince who took no lovers, but right now he gave the impression of a man who had only ever thought of one other. Hannibal burned at knowing he was that one. The only one who could give Will the precise treatise on cocksucking and get away with it.
And Will obeyed every instruction, his mouth doing exactly what it was told. Hannibal's commands were leisurely, unhurried, and knew exactly when to change what he was doing at the very moment things became interesting. Hannibal was used to taking pleasure where he wished, touching where he wanted, enticing responses from his partners as he pleased. He could not deny the frustration that peaked everytime Will read him like a book and his gratification was stymied. Every part of Hannibal screamed with thwarted sensation, the cool air over his hot skin, the head in his lap just one part of a whole.
"Will," Hannibal hissed, a hand finally reaching out and tangling itself into Will's hair and calling amused blue to him. "I said to take all of me."
He felt his breath release shatteringly from his chest with colors across his vision that light had not yet dreamed up at the first long wet slide, down onto his cock. Will took it all, though his throat did not seem as trained as his tongue, though it held its reflex. Hannibal didn't remember giving the next order, but Will still obediently drew back up to do no more than suckle the head.
Hannibal could hear the sound of his own breathing now, even over the clamoring of his flesh. Even without rhythmical attention, diffuse pleasure was beginning to coalesce into something that felt more urgent. He could feel the switch, the orientation of his body towards climax and his fragmenting thoughts of the sudden harsh desire to get his hands on Will's body and exact revenge for both Will's actions and the time they had spent apart as if it were Will's fault they had been separated.
Orgasm rolled up like flames over a hot surface, stripping Hannibal of his composure. His grip in Will's hair was bruising, but the king didn't fight against it, simply swallowed everything.
This seemed to do little to cool the coals that still burned in Will's eyes. The sunset cut porcelain alpine cheekbones; the eyes of a mourner; a mouth that suggested both tenderness and cruelty with the way that scarring ticked at it.
Will climbed onto the bed, falling heavily against Hannibal's chest and Hannibal hadn't the chance to catch his breath before his lips were punished with a kiss as Will crushed the two of them together. Hannibal responded enthusiastically, wrapping one arm around Will's waist and tangling the other into his curly hair. It felt unusual to be this aggressive with him, but today it felt like both of their hunger would not go unsatisfied.
Hannibal nipped Will's lower lip with a canine ever so lightly and felt Will's responding groan go straight to his core. Will opened his mouth obediently, deepening the kiss and allowing Hannibal to taste himself on Will's lips. Hannibal took this opportunity to find the hem of Will's shirt and began pushing it up, intent on removing it as soon as possible.
Will's shiver was loud against Hannibal's fingers, their kiss breaking just long enough to allow his shirt to be pulled free. Teeth nipped at Hannibal's neck, the pain pleasantly shooting to his brain. Will's lips and teeth continued down Hannibal's chest, taking the brief chance that Hannibal granted to him.
"How would you like me today?" Will whispered between the kisses, hand not shy as it pressed into Hannibal's already noticeably harder member.
"I would like you where I can kiss you." Hannibal almost growled the words.
Will obliged, crawling over Hannibal's body again and settling himself, straddled over Hannibal's middle. Hannibal could only watch as Will leaned over, holding himself inches above Hannibal, hands on either side of Hannibal's head. He tipped his head to the side with a playful smile and his lips brushed against Hannibal's ear as hot breath whispered there.
"How's this?"
Hannibal growled at sharp teeth on his ear. His hand grabbed Will's chin, forcefully centering the boy's face. He let himself drink in Will's cocky grin and just as labored breathing.
"Perfect," Hannibal whispered before dragging Will into another filthy kiss, grip still tight on Will's chin to keep him in place.
While they claimed each other's lips, Hannibal's hands roamed down Will's chest and ever lower. The rumble of a groan against Hannibal's mouth was the sweetest elixir of lustful fog as Hannibal palmed Will through the fabric between them. Will settled himself more firmly against Hannibal's body, grinding against Hannibal and pulling sounds from Hannibal's occupied lips.
When they came up for air, Hannibal took stock of the colors of Will in that moment. The stormy grey of his eyes, the poppy of his kissed lips, the dark amber of his curls, the rose tinted cheeks, all of it, all for him, for Hannibal.
Hannibal could feel the hunger in Will's gaze as Will looked over Hannibal, waiting for the next move to be maid, even as his hips continued a light, yet demanding pattern. Hannibal couldn't help the smirk that took over his lips and the surprise that filled Will, brought a strength to Hannibal that shoved any remaining weakness and shaking from his limbs.
He manipulated Will to his feet and shoved Will up against the nearest wall. Hannibal chuckled as he absorbed his prey. Will stood there panting, hair utterly disheveled with his hands pinned above his head. Hannibal's index finger hooked Will's chin to bring eyes to him and once blood met blue, his finger trailed down Will's neck and chest until he was at Will's waist, tugging loose the fastenings of Will's trousers.
Will licked his lips, eyes falling down to where Hannibal was already growing hard once more and Hannibal grinned devilishly as Will's eyes rolled back and shut.
"Is there something I can help you with, my King?" Hannibal teased, running his free hand along Will's length that was still hidden just beneath the remaining fabric.
"Please, Hannibal," Will whimpered.
Will tugged at the bindings, but Hannibal only tightened his grip, unsure if he could smile any wider as he watched his catch struggle in his grip. He could indulge in Will's pleas though. He would be kind. The sigh of relief that Will released when Hannibal finally freed him of all textiles lit up Hannibal's blood.
Hannibal crushed the space between them again, allowing their cocks to rub together as he kissed Will's jawline. The stifled gasps brought out Hannibal's teeth. He bit Will's neck, rewarded with a pure cry as flesh and bones welcomed him in.
Hannibal released his hold on Will's arms, allowing them to wrap around his waist and pull him closer to the king. His heart stuttered as he was twisted about and his back slammed up against the wall. Will's chuckle sent Hannibal's mind dizzy and his head fell back as Will mouths a trail of kisses and nips along his jawline and neck. He grabbed at Will's ass, pulling him as close as he could.
Hannibal's hand slipped between them and he stroked their length together, spreading the small amount of excitement from them both to ease the friction as he worked his hand along them. A sharp pain bit through Hannibal's shoulder at teeth, causing Hannibal to jerk a bit at the large jolt of pleasure. Fingers met his as Will helped push his hand faster.
Hannibal pulled Will's chin back to him and gave his lips a searing kiss, biting his lip hard this time and enjoying the taste of blood as it seeped into Hannibal's mouth. Their kiss broke, and Will leaned his forehead against Hannibal's, the ministrations never slowing.
"If we don't stop this soon," Will broke off, panting, voice strained. "I fear I won't be much use for anything else."
"You mean to tell me you haven't done this since I've been away?" Hannibal teased, grabbing at Will's ass once more with his other hand to hold the boy in place. Will shook his head, forehead pressed to Hannibal's. Will's legs shook, hands clutched tightly to Hannibal's body to stay upright.
"As if I could replace you, you bastard. I am yours."
"And I am yours, Meile."
"Fuck."
Hannibal stole Will's lips again, the whines and moans vibrating against him. Will's strength failed and Hannibal was swift to snatch Will and keep him as his release and pleasure slicked Hannibal's hand further. It didn't take much longer for him to follow, enjoying the way Will twitched in his grip from the oversensitivity.
"I will never leave you again, Meile," Hannibal promised through heated, panting breaths.