That won’t stop me imagining what happens behind that curtain of privacy :D They do deserve it though. This is a lovely and sweet story, it doesn’t need more than this.
Tilting his head, he slotted his mouth over the other, tongue traced along lips that parted easily. He deepened their kiss, taking from Will what had often played behind his eyes over years now. Tongue delved into the other, finding the softness, the warmth and the wet. The taste was what he had expected; simple, clean and unique. Hannibal surmised that it was also utterly addicting to him. His strength and weakness, presented in one being.
A moan was fed to him as Hannibal’s hands released their grip and moved down the stubble and softness of the others neck. His thumbs took their time to trace along the spot he had unearthed earlier, relishing the way the younger man worked into his touch.
Will found himself holding tightly to the material of Hannibal’s fleece, for dear life. He was being swept away by it all. The memories, the emotion, the actions. He breathed deeply through his nose, the mouth on his relentless. But he wouldn't stop it, he wanted it. Needed it.
Fingers found their sense and courage and began to trace up the other man's body, over the bone and muscle both, mapping the form that he had wondered about through the thick material. How would it feel to run his skin over the others? Fingertips traced the neck of the garment, finally touching Hannibal’s skin with intent. With purpose. Soft, warm and a pulse that made him vibrate. Now it was his turn to devour the other man's moans. Touch starved. Both of them.
The years unfolded in Will's mind. Those long, lost years. Alone without each other. Something snapped. Pushing back into Hannibal, his hands dropped to the hem of the thing separating them. Moving under it, his palms glided over muscles that undulated at his touch, the body rolling and heaving.
The hands that laid on the younger man had stilled, frozen as sensation roamed over Hannibal. The suddenness of Will’s need awoke his own hunger. Fingers pulled at the buttons that ran down Will's stomach, deft movements had the thing open in moments. Hands snaked around the younger man's waist, pulling him closer. He let out a gasp into the mouth that held him captive, his hands were on Will's bare skin, the only motive being desire to feel the other, explore these depths that were unknown. He traced the smooth skin around to Will's back, carefully avoiding bruises and wounds still raw. Palms swept up the muscles that flanked his spine; smooth curves that held knots and bone and life in place. The younger man straightened under the sensation, pushing further against Hannibal.
Will wasn't sure what was in front of them from here. Frustrated at the clothing he couldn't remove unless he broke away from the kiss, their first kiss, his hands worked up to rest on Hannibal's neck, fingers searching for secret spots of pleasure as they roamed over skin. He ran his fingers through that straight hair, wondering amused somewhere in his mind, just how many times he had thought about messing up the perfect style the other would wear. His skin felt hot where Hannibal had touched him, ripples spreading out over his body like a pebble thrown into water. The parts that hadn't been touched yet, waiting and aching for their turn to be discovered. Hands were back on his cheeks, tenderly cupping his face as lips drew away from his own, forehead rested against forehead as the two men caught their breath.
“If we carry on,” Hannibal began, voice heavy, “We will risk reopening our wounds.” Fingertips lightly drew down the healing flesh on Will's cheek with the words.
Will huffed a small laugh. “When has that not been the case, Hannibal.” Nudging the tip of the others nose with his own. A moment passed of consideration, then Hannibal’s hands fell from his face. Will watched him curiously as the man stood before smiling when he gripped the hem of his fleece, bringing it up and over his head only to be discarded on the floor. Standing himself, the open shirt quickly found it's way into the same pile. A grin spread as Will contemplated just how unlike the other man the gesture was, but it was quickly discarded as he realised Hannibal had shed his trousers and had pulled back the covers on the bed.
“I would still like to be cautious.” He murmured once he had settled back on the soft of the mattress, waiting for the other. Hannibal watched as Will analysed him a moment, then his actions were mirrored and Will settled next to him, the way the mattress dipped next to him a rare sensation and utterly pleasing. His hands didn't spare the body time to adjust, they moved of their own accord to wrap around that form, bringing the flesh to his own in a sigh of relief and anticipation. He had longed for the warmth of Will for so long, here it was now, pressed to him. Fingers traced up his own back as they seemed to slot together, the most beautifully complex jigsaw which consisted of only two pieces. The air around them was quiet, it felt like the world was holding its breath, a heady weight to the air like that before a storm. Hannibal murmured a wordless contentment as Will...
AND THAT WAS AS FAR AS I GOT BEFORE I STALLED FOR LIKE MONTHS
*wipes tears* That’s so sweet of you, I can’t thank you enough. This means so much to me <3
Like I said, you really do soft and sweet just as well as hard core smut. You are so awesome!!! It’s beautiful and it fits in the story as you’ve told it so far.
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