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It was the sun streaming through the eastern window that roused Will from his slumber. 

He croaked out a groan, twisting his head deeper into the pillow, attempting to shield his eyes from the light. Slowly, Will became aware of his body. He was lying on his stomach, arms splayed around the pillows, one knee hiked up underneath the sparse cover of the sheet that was strewn over one hip and half his ass. Sweat was hot and sticky where skin met skin, around his neck, in his armpits, dripping down his balls… wait , what?  

He brought his left hand backwards and down, over the globes of his ass, pushing away the sheet, and quested to his hole. Hot, slick, fucked open, too loose to be from last night’s debauchery. Images flashed through Will’s mind, as his fingers prodded at his stretched rim, feeling Hannibal’s come drip out of his fluttering hole. Hannibal. 

Hannibal must have woken up early, as he always did, but this time with a pressing need. Will felt like he could almost remember the sensation of Hannibal rolling over, not bothering to wake his husband, and instead guiding his cock inside Will’s receptive, unconscious body. 

Will groaned, this time with a high thread of need, as he slipped two fingers inside his ass, searching for that spot, hips bucking driving himself both further on his fingers, and dragging his rock hard cock against the bedsheets. Hannibal had fucked Will, left him open, wet, and waiting, dripping with his seed. And Hannibal knew exactly how it would make Will feel. This is my design.  

At last his fingers brushed his prostate and he moaned unabashedly, despite hearing the telltale creaking of the floor outside the bedroom door.

“Ah, fuck. Fuck, Hannibal, god, please.”

Will writhed, hips grinding down, his right hand clenching the pillow beside his head, his left, buried between his ass cheeks. Sunlight streaming over his alabaster body, sending threads of liquid gold through his dark curly hair, that was the image that Hannibal was presented with as he returned upstairs, with a tray of breakfast for his husband. And presented was certainly the right word for it as Will thrust his ass out invitingly.

“Will.” Was all Hannibal said, voice broken and hitched with arousal. He set down the tray, breakfast could wait a little longer.

Will keened, and Hannibal’s spent cock twitched in his loose pajama bottoms. His hands found Will’s waist and he turned him onto his back, Will moving along, pliant and needy. And there he lay, sprawled on the bed sheets, legs spread, revealing a slick and shiny hole, a shine that glazed down his inner thighs, cock hard and leaking against his twitching stomach. He was unashamed, except perhaps for the slight shrug of his shoulders as he raised his arms, turning his head to the side until Hannibal crawled over top of him. He looked at Hannibal and the two made eye contact. Then Will’s hand was coming up, grabbing at Hannibal’s hair.

“Hannibal.” And Will’s voice sounded wrecked, there was desperation there, but also, mostly, power. Hannibal relaxed into the hold, a shiver coursing through his veins.

“What do you want, Will?”

“Suck me.” Demanded Will, letting go of Hannibal’s hair with a final tug. 

Hannibal was already gliding down Will’s body, lips caressing and tongue flicking out to lick at the salt sweat skin. At last, the heat and suction of Hannibal’s mouth enveloped Will’s cock as Hannibal willed his throat to open up. Nose to Will’s pelvis, he sucked, holding this bit of Will inside of him. There was nothing more sacred than this act in Hannibal’s mind, Will’s body in his, now he must only wait to drink of the wine. Hannibal swallowed in anticipation, throat closing tighter around his husband’s cock.

It didn’t take long for Will’s to come, he was almost there before Hannibal had even entered the room, and the sound of Hannibal’s satisfaction rumbling around his cock was all it took for his release to coat the inside Hannibal’s mouth and throat. Will was gasping, high and reedy, blood pumping through his veins at a dizzying rate, his hips jerking upwards into Hannibal’s welcoming mouth.

At last, Hannibal slid off Will’s now softening cock, and crawled up his body, settling on top of him just the way Will liked. His lips found Will’s, and they shared a kiss, licking into each other's mouths. Will hummed, pleased that he could taste himself on Hannibal’s tongue. Will could feel Hannibal’s still soft cock, pressing into his hip. He groaned indulgently, as Hannibal moved down from his mouth, to suck marks along Will’s throat.

“I could get used to waking up like this more often.”

Hannibal looked up, and readjusted himself so that he was now straddling Will’s hips. He smiled.

“Maybe you will.”

He reached for the breakfast tray.