Morgan's eyes slid shut as he closed his mouth around Walter's fingers, sucking on them, tongue tasting himself from what Walter had done to him earlier. A sigh escaped him at the idea and he felt teeth nip at his collar bone.
"When we do this again," Walter said against Morgan's skin. Morgan shivered violently at the picture of this happening again. Would it happen again? Morgan didn't want to think about the what ifs. "I'll let you have your way with me. But tonight, I want to make you feel good." Morgan whimpered at a rather harsh bite on his shoulder that was quickly soothed with Walter's tongue. Walter blew against the reddening skin and Morgan shivered. "Still doing alright?"
Morgan nodded, spit dripping down his chin when Walter pulled his fingers free. His chest was filled with a smothering blooming heat that he couldn't name or place at the smirk Walter gave him.
"Good. I need to take care of what's mine."
He was Walter's? Fully and completely Walter's? That's what Walter had implied right? Morgan belonged to him? It couldn't mean anything else, could it? No, Morgan decided. He belonged to Walter, his mind, soul, and body and Morgan didn't want it any other way.
And maybe he was being rash and stupid and careless, especially after everything that Walter had done to him just the hours before. All the words that Walter had said that cut Morgan so deeply he didn't think he would be able to stop bleeding.
"Get out of your head, Morgan."
Morgan blinked at the order and Walter gave a kind smile as presence returned to those blue eyes.
Walter sat up, eyes roaming Morgan slowly. He could follow the blush that colored Morgan's cheeks, down his neck and over his chest. Morgan did his best to ignore the worshiping gaze, suddenly feeling so very exposed. For the first time that night he felt shy, as if, in some odd way, he had let Walter down, though he wasn't sure why. His shoulders tensed and his breathing caught in his chest.
Walter watched Morgan's body tense and his smile dropped. He let a hand caress over Morgan's hip and he leaned over to press a kiss to Morgan's thigh. "Relax. You're perfect. Nothing to be worried over," Walter whispered. He guided Morgan's knees open and continued to kiss down Morgan's thighs.
"How do you know what you're doing?" Morgan asked around a bit tongue.
"I might get bored with all of the girls I have," Walter explained, the fingers that Morgan had slicked pressing carefully against Morgan's entrance. There was a sharp inhale of air and Walter watched Morgan's body seize up before slowly relaxing into the touch. He nipped gently on the inside of Morgan's thigh as his fingers carefully caressed Morgan.
"Of course you watch porn," Morgan muttered, an arm reaching up and covering his face that was growing brighter the longer Walter's touched burning him.
"You don't?"
"No. Why would I? What do you watch?" The words were rapid and Walter smiled.
"Men." He bit a bit harsher against Morgan's thigh, earning him a surprised gasp as he carefully pressed a single finger into Morgan. "Breathe, darling boy," Walter instructed kindly, his movements pausing until Morgan gave a deep exhale, relaxing enough to let Walter push further in. Walter did his best to focus Morgan's attention elsewhere in hopes of helping Morgan let go. "You must do something." Morgan shook his head. "You can't tell me you've never touched yourself."
"I'm not that much of a prude," Morgan defended, shifting a bit at Walter's slow thrusting. A shiver ran through him and he couldn't stop the sigh that left him. He nearly cried when Walter curled his finger just slightly.
"God," Morgan whispered faintly, Walter just barely able to hear him. "That feels so good."
"I'm glad."
The room fell into an easy silence, Walter entranced with the simple perfection that was Morgan. He could happily keep Morgan here, working the boy to highs and lows all night. Whatever was happening, Walter never wanted it to end. All he knew was that this was a feeling that he liked and he wasn't on drugs to enjoy it.
"I read."
Walter glanced up at Morgan who was still hidden beneath his arm. It took a moment for Walter to connect the context, but when he did, his eyes scanned the room, taking in the bookshelves. How many of them were literature that Hannibal would not have approved of? How many were hidden gems that Morgan kept private?
"What do you read, Morgan?" Walter asked gently, adding a second finger and letting Morgan adjust to the stretch.
"Shit," Morgan hissed, licking at his lips as his mind fogged over. "I-uh-I read erotic novels." Walter began thrusting again and Morgan's cock gave a painful twitch. Morgan exhaled, his lungs not giving him any choice in the matter and his arms shook. "They're easier to hide than browsing history and cookies."
"Do you read them in the living room?" Walter asked, free hand deciding to take pity on Morgan and stroke at his neglected length. The sound that came from Morgan was obscene and made a painful jolt shoot through Walter. "Quiet, darling boy."
"Yes."
Walter nearly snorted at the idea of Morgan reading quietly, curled up on the couch the way he always did, eyes reading some of the most outrageous books ever written and published. Something like Philosophy In Boudoir, Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, Venus in Furs, or possibly 120 Days of Sodom. Something that looked old and would keep their parents from snooping.
"And here I was thinking that you were prim and proper," Walter teased, curling his fingers again and making Morgan squirm. "How often did you have to excuse yourself? Do you think they know?"
"I don't know," Morgan whispered, mind buzzing, body shaking. Walter's fingers hooked and brushed against something that Morgan couldn't exactly describe, but it made his legs shake. A sound he couldn't stop left his mouth and he jumped as the hand that had been stroking him covered his mouth while Walter chuckled.
"Shut up," he ordered through the laugh. It quieted instantly when Morgan's tongue licked at Walter's palm and Walter fought back the shudder that wanted to run through him. He leaned up, putting a bit more weight over Morgan's mouth. The breath from Morgan's nose was fire against Walter's hand. "You have got to stay quiet, kid."
Morgan shot Walter a glare, and Walter smirked as he watched Morgan's eyes roll back in his head as Walter's fingers passed over the bundle of nerves once more. Morgan whimpered against Walter's hand, leaning back onto Walter's fingers. Walter's gut clenched at the movement, something so alluring about Morgan chasing after his own pleasure greedily.
"Do you want my fingers or would you like-"
Morgan nodded, maneuvering his head just enough to bite down on Walter's hand. "Fuck me," he begged brokenly. "Please Walter. Please."
Walter wasn't sure if he had ever heard anything so sweet before in his life, something that made him groan and bite down hard on his bottom lip just to keep himself from cumming.
"I love when you beg, Morgan." Walter panted as he pulled himself away, Morgan whining at the loss, an empty feeling left behind. "God, your mouth is a sin." Walter pulled back, a hand trailing down Morgan's stomach. "Do you have any lube, Morgan?"
"Top drawer," Morgan answered, voice rough.
Walter smirked. "Of course you do." Walter removed himself from the bed and opened up the bedside table's drawer, pulling out a small bottle of clear liquid. "You should have told me earlier."
"Your fingers felt good in my mouth."
The admittance was small and Walter looked back to find Morgan slowly stroking himself. Walter's knees went weak at the sight and he had to work hard to pull himself back together.
"Fuck," Walter breathed, hoping that the desire wasn't as present in his voice as it felt in his veins. He cleared his throat and looked at what was in his hands. "How do you want to-"
"I want to look at you," Morgan cut in confidently. Walter's chest tightened painfully and he let out a slow and steadying breath. His eyes looked over the boy who had more bruising blooming across his skin, the deep purple color nearly matching the duvet. "I want to look into your toffee sunshine eyes."
Walter moved over to the bed and knelt down on it. "Come here," he whispered. Morgan gave a slightly confused expression, but sat up. Walter's hand slid to the back of Morgan's neck and pulled him in for a kiss, making it deep until Morgan was gasping against him, trying to push the kiss further. Walter pulled back. "Don't say things like that," Walter whispered with a huff of laughter. "It makes me weak."
"That's only fair," Morgan argued.
"Brat," Walter hissed, kissing Morgan again. "Get comfortable."
Morgan lied back into the blanket and watched as Walter added lube to his hand and rubbed it down his length. He took Morgan's ankles and pulled him down the bed, smirk ever present. He placed Morgan's legs around his waist and leaned over Morgan slightly.
"Do you treat your girlfriends like this?" Morgan asked into the comfortable silence.
"No," Walter replied softly as he lined himself up and carefully pushed against Morgan's entrance. "They do not receive the respect I show you. They are objects for my pleasure, not a person."
"Objects?" Morgan asked, breath hitching at the wider stretch.
"Darling boy," Walter hushed, hand brushing back Morgan's waves from his face. "Let me know-"
"Walter."
Walter leaned over a little more and captured Morgan's lips, effectively silencing the moan as he pushed all the way into Morgan's tight heat. Morgan's arms wrapped around Walter and Walter winced as Morgan's nails dug deeply into his back, kiss heavy with Morgan's erratic breathing.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Walter gasped between kisses from the younger boy beneath him. "Are you alri-"
"Walter," Morgan said again, nails giving a sharp tug in Walter's skin that pulled a groan from Walter. "Get out of your head."
Walter breathed out a laugh, heat swallowing him. He licked his lips, eyes meeting Morgan's. His hips rocked, pulling out before pushing back in. Morgan bit his lips between his teeth, muffling the cry from his throat and pulled Walter closer with his legs, driving Walter deeper.
Walter swallowed hard as he tried to focus enough to set a steady pace with his hips. He had to make this enjoyable for Morgan, not just a chase to the end, despite how badly his body was begging him to just take whatever he wanted.
Morgan did his best to keep his mind from fogging over, but it slowly encased his mind, slipping deep into Walter's warmth, brutal kisses and sharp teeth. His body ached in the best way possible, a white hot tightness pooling in his stomach. A hand wrapped around his erection and Morgan couldn't help but moan at the contact, being silenced with a rough kiss from Walter.
"God, you're perfect Morgan," Walter praised with a small laugh, voice soft. "But you need to stay quiet." Morgan shook his head and was kissed by a smile.
"I-I'm close," Morgan got out, mouth dry, skin prickling hot from the bite marks down to his toes that were curled. "Are you-"
"Focused on you," Walter interrupted. Morgan moaned, breath caught in his throat. His gut tightened at the words and he forced his eyes to open and meet Walter's flushed face, damp with sweat and those eyes that were glassy with their honied color. "Cum for me."
It only took another thrust or two for Morgan to spill over Walter's hand and across his stomach, gasping for air through the sticky heat of the room. And those damned brown butter eyes that started at him sent chills through his body, making Morgan's nails drag down Walter's back sharply.
"Shit," Walter groaned, voice broken. Walter worked Morgan through his orgasm before his hips stuttered and he came, body going weak over Morgan's. He leaned down and kissed Morgan as the waves slowly passed through him, arms struggling to keep himself upright as a burn set into them. "Fuck, Morgan."
"Good?"
Walter panted with a nod, skin hot against Morgan's. "Good." He kissed the boy again before letting himself roll over so his arms didn't collapse. Morgan shivered at the cold.
Walter blinked up at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath, shivering at the sound of Morgan's light whimpers in his breathing. His hand found Morgan's body and gently caressed the sweat laced skin.
"Let's get you cleaned up, Morgan." Morgan shook his head. All he wanted to do was be wrapped back up in Walter's warmth and sleep. "I still need to take care of what's mine, Morgan. Come shower with me and then I will let you rest."
"You promised to kiss me all night," Morgan reminded, receiving a laugh from Walter.
"God, you're such a fucking spoiled brat." Walter scolded with a bright smile, turning to face Morgan, a hand caressing Morgan's cheek and calling him to his side as well. Walter kissed Morgan. "Spoiled."
"You promised," was punctuated with another kiss.
"Pampered."
"You promised."
"Brat."
"You promised."
Walter smiled and got to his knees, pulling Morgan from the bed and into his arms. Morgan leaned his head against Walter's as Walter walked them to the bathroom. Morgan was set on the counter top, the granite cold against his bare skin. The shower was turned on and Walter tested the water before returning to Morgan.
"Not still afraid of the water, are you?" he asked.
Morgan's lips pulled into a soft grin. "Not with you here."
The water was warm over Morgan's skin as Walter guided him in. Walter's touches were gentle, no bite to them despite what Morgan knew they were capable of. He cleaned Morgan head to toe and made sure to take special care of the bites that were deep reds and purples over Morgan's neck, down his torso and thighs.
Morgan allowed Walter the warmth of the water and watched as the older one washed his body. Morgan could only follow the movements, captivated by the shifting muscles beneath tanned skin and ink. A sense of pride welled up in his chest when Walter turned his back to him, deep scratches set into his skin, some already beginning to heal over from having bled.
Morgan took the soap from Walter's hand and Walter looked over his shoulder, watching as Morgan carefully washed the wounds. Walter winced when dried blood was scrubbed carefully from his skin, but he stayed still, the homeliness in Morgan's touches too breathtaking to pull away from.
Both cleaned, Walter helped dry Morgan before leading the boy back to his room. He made swift work of changing the bedding, the duvet folded on the floor to be taken care of later, most likely needing to be dry cleaned if Walter knew anything about Hannibal's spending habits. Walter found another blanket and tossed it over the bed.
"Would you like some clothes?" Walter asked, speaking for the first time since their shower. Morgan shook his head tiredly. "Some water?" Another shake of the head. "Then come to bed."
Morgan obeyed, body weak. He lied down and let the comfort of the mattress pull him down into it as the blanket was pulled up over his body. His eyes slid shut as a kiss was kindly pressed to his head.
"Sleep well, Morgan." There was a hesitance to the words and Morgan opened his eyes to see an unsure expression from Walter.
"Stay." Morgan reached out, taking one of Walter's hands. "I miss sharing a bed with you."
"I've missed you too, Morgan," Walter assured. "But we'll be in enough trouble as is. We can't afford to-"
Morgan shook his head, his grip tightening on Walter's hand when the man attempted to pull away.
"Stay. Always stay with me after." The words were rapid and caught Walter's breath in a tight fist. "If we do this again, you don't get to run off and leave. For once, be here with me."
Walter placed a kiss on Morgan's knuckles with a nod in agreement. "Ok," he whispered.
Morgan shifted over and let Walter turn off the lights before he crawled under the blanket as well.
"Hold me like you always do," Morgan instructed softly. There was only fluidity to the motions as Walter reached through the dark, finding Morgan's body and pulled it close to his. He tucked Morgan's head under his chin, Morgan's breath hot against his chest. His fingers played with Morgan's waves just as they did on the nights he was allowed this closeness with Morgan. He hoped that there would never again be a night apart from Morgan. "Do you do this for your girlfriends too?"
"Don't compare yourself to them, Morgan," Walter whispered, tightening his grip around Morgan. "You are not them and will never be them. You are mine, you are special, and I want to take care of you."
"Yours," Morgan echoed with a shiver. Walter would protect him, just as Walter had always done. Take care of Morgan like he always had.
"Mine."
Morgan gave a small moan and buried his face into Walter's bare chest. Walter smiled and placed a kiss to Morgan's head as the boy yawned.
"Under the trees, without saying a word, he hugged her to his chest; their arms were wrapped around their bodies, and until dawn, as if sewn with strong threads, they did not loosen their grip," Walter quoted softly, matching his breathing to Morgan's.
"Despite the king and the guards, the lovers enjoyed their love," Morgan whispered back faintly.
"Goodnight, Morgan."