"It’s ok," he whispers. "I’m ok."
Hannibal kisses him deeply and, with a powerful thrust, sheathes himself to the hilt inside Will’s body. Will’s back arches off the bed, a strangled cry spilling from his throat as tender membranes tear within. The pain is intense and immediate, a heavy searing agony in his lower back. He cannot stifle his cries of anguish, but Hannibal can’t contain his need to move any longer. He withdraws all but the head of his shaft and thrusts again, beginning a slow rhythm, as gentle as he can.
Hannibal drops his eyes to their joined bodies, watching himself slide rhythmically in and out of Will’s tightness, fascinated by the lines of blood streaking his shaft. Will bears up stoically under the pain, trembling beneath him. Hannibal stills his hips a moment, murmuring to his lover in low tones, encouraging him to relax his muscles. After a few more strokes, Will begins to relax, allowing Hannibal to continue and increase his pace.
Hannibal drops his head to Will’s shoulder, setting up a punishing tempo, his chest heaving with the force of his hips driving into his lovers tight embrace. Soon, Will’s breathing changes from labored to excited and he raises his hips, meeting Hannibal thrust for thrust. His nails dig into Hannibal’s shoulders, scoring the skin of his back while his own cock hardens again between them as Hannibal brushes over his sweet spot with each plunge.
Hannibal reaches behind him, grasping one of Will’s wrists, dragging it down to fist his own cock as he continues to plunge into his snug pocket of heat. He is close now, so close, and he want’s Will’s fulfillment with his own.
Will is panting his arousal, his palm flying over the slick surface of his rod as Hannibal plunges desperately into him, rocketing toward release. He feels his balls contract a moment before he perceives the hot spurt of Will’s own release across his chest. Hannibal lets out a primitive snarl, taking the flesh of Will’s shoulder fiercely between his teeth, biting down hard enough to reopen the wound at his neck that has clotted. He sucks the fresh taste of Will’s life force into his mouth as he empties his cock into his ass.
When Hannibal has stilled enough to slip limply from the warm confines of Will’s body, they are both glazed with a layer of sweat. Will’s eyes are glassy when Hannibal reaches a hand to grasp his cheek tenderly, tenderly nudging his lips open in a profoundly soul-searching kiss. It feels as though he is asking him a million questions and sharing the answers to everything in the universe at the same time.
Rolling to his side, Hannibal takes Will with him, cradling him against his chest protectively. Will is vulnerable, open, and Hannibal is grateful for his attenuation. He soothes Will’s eyelids closed with soft fingertips, persuading him to sleep with a kiss against his temple. They will scrutinize their relationship tomorrow. For now, they have tonight.
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