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"Everything alright, Will?"

He flinches, gaze ripping itself from the fire and over to his best-friend-slash-sort-of-psychiatrist. Shit, how long has he been just sitting in silence?

"Fine," He says, not at all convincing.

Hannibal frowns but doesn't press, which Will is grateful for. "Would you like another drink?"

He would, but he shakes his head anyway. "Should probably start sobering up a bit, otherwise I'll have to crash here."

"You'd be welcome to, if you wanted."

Will smiles. "So generous, it's a wonder there isn't a Mrs. Lecter."

Hannibal chuckles at that, finishing off his own glass while gazing back into the fire. Will loves these evenings with Hannibal, loves the warmth and the quiet and the darkness. It feels safe, here.

His mind gets pulled back to this afternoon, where it's been all evening. He sighs.

"We can talk about it, if you'd like."

"Our session has been over for quite a while," Will counters.

"As friends, then, rather than as doctor and patient."

"It's a rather...personal issue."

"I'm not a gossip." Will gives him a pointed look at that and Hannibal smiles innocently. "Well, I would never share your secrets, at the very least."

Will rubs a hand along his face, lets out a long sigh that edges on melodramatic. "I overheard Alana Bloom talking with a friend of hers on the phone today. Rhapsodizing about how some man she's seeing is very...well-versed, in the romantic sense."

Hannibal nods. "I see."

"Well, as you can imagine, it was a bit intimidating," Will says with a forced laugh.

The other man frowns slightly. "I'm not sure I follow."

"I mean, I'd hesitate to call myself an expert."

"You're interested in Alana Bloom?"

Will doesn't meet Hannibal's eye when he nods, once again glad for the darkness.

Hannibal hums as if mulling it over. "So you're worried that, should you make an advance on Doctor Bloom, she will be disappointed by you. Sexually."

"Well, not-" Will coughs, awkwardness all but suffocating him. "Not sexually, necessarily. I mean, I like to think I know my way around, more or less." He's more worried about getting that far. "Uh, but she specifically mentioned what an excellent kisser this guy was. Multiple times."

"Do you think of yourself as being a good kisser?" Hannibal prods. When Will looks at him, he seems amused. Like this is funny to him. Maybe it is a little funny, now that Will thinks about it. It's all very high-school.

He shrugs. "I've never had any complaints, but I don't know. It's just kissing, isn't it? Difficult to do it badly," He says with a slight chuckle. He swallows when Hannibal doesn't respond. "Right?"

The mirth is dancing in the other man's eyes. Well, at least someone is enjoying this. "Difficult to do terribly, I suppose. Equally difficult to do well, though."

Will frowns. "You think so?"

"Physical intimacy is an artform. There is finesse involved. Technique."

He snorts at that. "You must be an expert, then." When Hannibal shoots him a curious glance, Will elaborates. "You draw, you play two instruments, you compose, and I've witnesed  firsthand the artistry you can capture through food. Clearly you have a knack for the arts. I would think this artform would be no exception."

Hannibal is silent for a moment, regarding the sofa cushion between them. Modesty, he's feigning modesty. How patronizing.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Like you, I've not received any complaints," he says.

"By your own estimation, then. Do you think of yourself as a novice in this field? Or an expert?"

A smirk tugs at Hannibal's mouth and yes, Will is acutely aware that this is very high-school. "I would consider myself to be...proficient."

Will laughs at him, at the juvenile discussion and the coy grin his friend is wearing. He falls back against the sofa and shakes his head. "Maybe I should ask you for some pointers."

"Alright."

Will blinks. "Really?"

Hannibal shrugs. "I respect the interest in honing your craft."

Will should've expected this, honestly. He should know better than to attempt sarcasm in Hannibal's presence, it never seems to land. It's usually interesting, though. "Okay, I'm listening. What's lesson number one?"

"A Benchmark assessment might be useful, to begin with."

He sits up. "A Benchmark? Meaning- Hannibal, you can't be serious."

"It's a tactile art, Will. You'll learn best by Doing, don't you think?"

Will opens his mouth to object. Kissing Hannibal Lecter, even for instructional purposes, is decidedly...strange. But many things between them are strange, and it's so warm and dark here. No one would ever know. Hannibal wouldn't tell.

He thinks of what Alana said earlier today. Will wants to be a good kisser. Hannibal can help him.

The memory of a friend from college floats to his mind. It's curious, he rarely thinks of her, but it makes his decision for him. He wants to learn, to experiment.

"Okay."

They shift closer to one another on the sofa, knees bumping in the center. Will's heart is racing as he leans close. He breathes out a nervous laugh.

"I- This might not be entirely reflective of my skill level."

Hannibal tilts his head. "Why is that?"

Will gives him a pointed look. "Well, you know. This isn't- I mean, we're not-"

Hannibal silences him by pulling him close by the shoulder. Will freezes up for a moment, the sensation of a new pair of lips on his own stunning his mind. It's been a while, a long while, since he's kissed anyone.

Hannibal backs away and sighs in slight exasperation, warm breath hitting Will's cheek. "Generally, one would be expected to move, Will."

Will forces his mind to remember where it is. This is just Hannibal. Just a Lesson. Nothing more. "I know that. I usually do, I was just caught off guard."

"It's alright, go ahead. Show me what you know, so I'll know where to start."

Will swallows. The instruction is clear. Kiss me as well as you know how. It's a daunting order, especially for their first lesson, but Will isn't backing down now.

Will leans forward, bracing himself with a hand on Hannibal's thigh. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine Alana, to kiss Hannibal the way he would want to kiss her.

Hannibal is only moving enough to keep the kiss alive, nothing more. It's distracting. A part of Will keeps hoping that the other man will come to life, but he's pliant against Will's mouth.

Will pulls away after a short while, taking a deep breath and looking expectantly at Hannibal.

"So?"

Hannibal seems to consider Will's performance. "Well," he begins. "It certainly wasn't terrible."

Will rolls his eyes. "In my defense, kissing is generally a duet of sorts. You weren't exactly the most exciting dance partner."

"I didn't want to guide you in any way. I was curious to see your own technique."

"Which was not satisfactory," Will finishes, hot embarrassment rising to his face. This was so stupid, he never should've agreed to this.

His thoughts come to a halt when he feels a warm palm on his cheek. "Will," Hannibal says, low and soft. He strokes along the skin with his thumb, drawing near enough that their noses brush. Instinctively, Will wants to close the space between them, but he resists the impulse. Just Hannibal. It's just Hannibal.

"A kiss should never be entirely localized to the mouth. The best kisses are full-body experiences, regardless of whether they might lead to sex."

"I didn't realize I was being graded on that," Will replies, lashes fluttering as Hannibal's thumb traces the delicate skin beneath his eye.

Hannibal leans close and places a chaste, soft kiss to Will's lips, cupping his face gently. He kisses Will again and lets it linger, lips playing at Will's with a confidence that is barely masked by tenderness. Hannibal's mouth is gracefully controlled, like the man himself. His hand moves from Will cheek and travels into dark curls, tangling themselves into Will's hair. Will fights the urge to melt, to lean into it. It's Just Hannibal. This doesn't mean anything, it's only a lesson.

It's very educational.

When Hannibal pulls away, Will has to force himself to breathe evenly, not wanting to betray how effective his teacher's technique was. His fingers are still lost in Will's curls, holding their faces close.

"Good?" Hannibal asks.

Will forces a smile. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. Good."

Hannibal smiles back. He releases Will's hair and Will backs away slightly. "When engaging with a partner, they should always feel that they are your first priority. After all, everyone wants to be desired, no?"

Will nods. "Makes sense."

"Then making use of your hands during a kiss is an excellent way to achieve that."

The very tips of Hannibal's fingers settle under Will's ear before ghosting their way along his jaw. He tries to disguise the shiver that works its way up his spine with limited success. When they rest near his chin, Hannibal's thumb drifts upwards and lightly traces Will's lower lip. His lips part obediently at the touch. "Touch is how we interact with our surroundings," Hannibal says. "It is a precious thing, to share it with another person. However briefly." His hand falls away and Will ducks his head, looking at their knees instead. He knows his blush is mostly obscured by the firelight, but he feels that Hannibal can sense it regardless.

"Of course, this isn't to say that the mouth shouldn't be prioritized," Hannibal continues. He places two fingers beneath Will's chin and guides his head upwards again, forcing him to look his teacher in the face.

"Tell me, Will, do you usually incorporate your tongue into a kiss?"

"S-sometimes," He croaks. He feels terribly vulnerable, suddenly. Like Hannibal is looking right through him and has been all evening. "When it seems appropriate."

Hannibal smiles patiently. "And when do you find it appropriate?"

He shrugs. "When things are getting heated, I guess. Or when I want them to be."

"You use it as a landmark of sorts, then?"

"More or less."

Hannibal gives him no indication of whether this is right or wrong, but Will has a feeling that the other man doesn't agree. His fingers cup Will's jaw more surely, and draw him near once more.

This kiss threatens to burn Will alive. His lips are more forceful, brimming with desire. There's a subtle rhythm to the pressure as it peaks and relents, and it has Will resisting the impulse to fall back against the couch and pull Hannibal along with him. His hand moves backwards from Will's jaw to pull him closer by the nape of his neck. Will inhales sharply through his nose. He's trying to kiss back with matching fervor, to show Hannibal that he's doing his best, but he's clearly outmatched tonight.

Hannibal's other hand rises to cup Will's face, guiding it to tilt slightly. With a small measure of embarrassment, Will realizes that he's been too preoccupied with the kiss itself to do much else. He lifts a hand to grip Hannibal's wrist. His thumb brushes the other man's pulse point. It's racing. Feeling suddenly flayed by the intimacy of the sensation, Will brushes his hand down Hannibal's wrist, fingers grazing his knuckles until they finally rest atop his teacher's.

A tongue darts out to flick at Will's lower lip, seeking entrance. His lips part without a second thought. Hannibal's tongue sweeps along the inside of Will's lower lip, tracing it with a reverence that has Will feeling almost overwhelmingly desired. Which, he knows now, is entirely the point. His tongue barely brushes Will's own before he retreats, leaving Will wishing for more.

"Good?" Hannibal asks again, voice breathier this time.

Will tries desperately to collect his thoughts, to try and seem unaffected. "Good," he manages at last. "Very good."

Hannibal looks positively smug at this point, but Will can't exactly blame him.

Will is expecting Hannibal to start a new lesson, but instead he reconnects them in a smooth motion. Their kiss is less heated than before but it somehow feels much more intimate. Will's head is swimming.

Hannibal pulls away just a fraction, lips still brushing Will's slightly as he speaks. "Of course, much of what makes a kiss pleasurable is subjective." He kisses Will twice more. "It's integral that you remain aware of your partners disposition, and react accordingly." Will moves to nod but Hannibal has already captured him again, seemingly unable to release more than a sentence before resuming their kisses. It's flattering. Will isn't sure if it's part of the lesson anymore. "For example," He says, nuzzling his nose slightly against Will's. "Your partner may be excited by a bite or a suck to the lips," Another hungry press. "But this is a slightly less universally enjoyed practice. Still common enough to warrant mastery, though."

"Yeah," Will breathes. He's lost. He wants Hannibal to keep going, that's all he really knows. "Bite. Suck. Sure."

Hannibal huffs out a slight laugh as he pulls Will back in by his nape, his other hand falling to grip at Will's waist. Hannibal kisses him insistently, sending a warmth flooding to Will's core. He sighs slightly as Hannibal's irresistible heat surrounds him and sure, it's just Hannibal, but Will might be fucking hot for Hannibal Lecter.

And then Hannibal catches Will's lower lip between his own and sucks lightly before securing his hold with his teeth. He doesn't bite, just holds it fast, and tugs.

Just a lesson, just a lesson, just a lesson-

"Ahh..."

Hannibal releases his lip, and Will shudders as it springs back into place. He's blushing from his collarbones to the tips of his ears, he can feel it. His whole body feels hot, and there's an embarrassed coil forming in his core.

"S-sorry," He says, shuffling away from Hannibal. His eyes are still closed, shame keeping him from facing the other man. "I, uh- fuck-"

"Good?"

Will's eyes fly open. Hannibal is still leaning close, completely unphased. Like Will's reaction was entirely expected. And it probably was, the smug bastard. He probably knew Will would all but fall apart under his touch.

"Yes," He answers honestly. "Yes, good. So good."

"Perhaps we should move on."

Will tries to regain control over his breathing. "Move on?"

"Yes." Hannibal moves closer, erases the space that Will had made. "If you're interested in improving your kissing overall, then you mustn't study kissing the mouth alone, Will."

Hannibal's fingers are back on his jaw, delicately lifting his chin and baring Will's neck. His heart catches in his throat. "Oh."

Hannibal draws near, releasing Will's jaw and looming by his ear instead. "Would you like to continue your lesson, Will?"

Will shivers at the breath ghosting over his neck. "H-Hannibal-"

"We can stop if you want," He whispers.

Stop? No. No, please don't stop. "I'm fine," Will says. "This is...very informative. Please, continue."

Hannibal chuckles softly, ducking his head to press a kiss to Will's neck.

"There are many erogenous zones on the human body," He explains, kissing a line along Will's jaw without any hurry. "Though of course, whether attention to a particular zone is desired will vary from partner to partner."

"Naturally," He breathes.

Hannibal returns to Will's ear, kissing just below it and sending his pulse through the roof. "We've already explored a few. The lips, of course, but also the scalp," He punctuates his words by tugging gently at Will's curls. His breath hitches. "The under-eye, and- as your instincts seemed to tell you before you shied away- the inner wrist."

Hannibal raises his head a bit, just enough that his lips are brushing the shell of Will's ear. His whisper is barely above a breath and Will has to bite back a whimper. "The ear is an erogenous zone, as well. Can you tell?"

Will opens his mouth to respond, then quickly bites his lip as Hannibal's tongue traces the shell of his ear. He feels a chill spread along the top of his spine and across his scalp. Hannibal sucks the lobe into his mouth, gently worrying it between his teeth.

"Yeah," He says. It's all he trusts himself to say.

Hannibal's head ducks again and he inhales deeply at the base of Will's skull. He wonders if the other man can smell how helplessly aroused he is.

"The neck is a very popular zone. Most people enjoy being kissed on their necks, and more people are amenable to being bitten or bruised on the neck than any other part of the body."

Will forces a small laugh. "Who doesn't love a good hickey?"

"Some people find them unsightly," Hannibal says, his tone indicating that he is not one of those people. He places a series of hot kisses to Will's neck. "However, the visibility of such a mark can be quite arousing for a more possessive or exhibitionist partner. Yet another element that is up to discretion."

Will nods slightly.

"Will," He breathes.

"Yes?"

"Would you allow me to change our position? It would be beneficial for my demonstration."

Will nods, and before he can really process it he's being hauled into Hannibal's lap. He gasps, settling against the other man with a soft 'Oh'. And there's no way that Hannibal isn't painfully aware of Will's erection like this, but he either doesn't mind or is too much of a gentleman to bring it up.

"Hi," Will says, placing a hand on Hannibal's shoulder.

Hannibal looks almost unbearably pleased with this new position. "Hello, Will," He replies, and without warning he pulls sharply at Will's hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. Will lets out an aborted grunt at the sudden roughness. Hannibal hesitates.

"G-good," Will says, trying to reassure him.

Hannibal's other arm snakes its way around the small of his back, pulling their bodies flush. Will fights the twitch of his hips, the need for more friction. He tries to be still. It's torture.

He kisses every available inch of Will's neck, deftly unbuttoning the top of his shirt to expose Will's collarbones. All the while, Will is just doing his best to keep from shivering. Hannibal presses a particularly famished kiss over Will's jugular and it makes him want to cry out, sucking in a small patch of skin for just a moment.

"I'll refrain from leaving any marks, Will. We wouldn't want Doctor Bloom to think you're spoken for."

Doctor Bloom... Alana. Yes. This had begun as an effort to impress her, hadn't it? And yet, the only lips he finds himself preoccupied with are Hannibal's, gently tracing the lines of his collarbone. "Uh-huh."

Hannibal leans back, gripping Will firmly by the jaw. Will stares at him with lidded eyes and sees him frown.

"Pay attention, Will. You asked me to teach you, the least you can do is focus on the lesson."

Will swallows, another rush of guilty heat washing over him. "I'm paying attention, Hannibal, I'm focused."

Hannibal lifts an eyebrow, seems to take in Will's debauched state for the first time. "Good," He purrs. "Because if you missed something, I would have to demonstrate it again, and this lesson is already taking enough of our time as it is."

Will falters. The temptation is too great. He shouldn't, he shouldn't. He must. "If...if you could show me the, uh, the part about the lip tugging again. I think I got distracted the first time."

He smirks as he pulls Will close, kisses him passionately for a few moments before repeating his previous technique. This time, when he pulls Will's lip away, the teeth bite down a bit harder, enough to sting a little.

Will groans, too swept up in the moment to feel ashamed. His hips grind down against Hannibal reflexively and Oh. Oh, Hannibal is rock hard beneath him. Strong hands fly down to Will's hips and grip tightly, and he feels the air change. This hasn't been just a lesson for a long time- if it ever was- but now even the illusion that it might be has slipped away, leaving Will trembling and desperate in Hannibal's capable hands.

Will pushes Hannibal back against the sofa, crushing their lips together. It's a bit inelegant, but his teacher doesn't try to correct him. Will grinds against him again, moaning into Hannibal's mouth and introducing his tongue the moment the other man parts his lips. His fingers tangle into Hannibal's hair and card through it, lightly pulling to see if it elicits a response. Hannibal groans, bucking upwards for more friction between them.

"Good?" Will asks teasingly, speaking into the other man's mouth.

His response comes in the form of frantic hands further unbuttoning Will's shirt, immediately moving to caress his chest and sides the moment they are available.

"Will," He calls softly, head ducking down to mouth at the juncture of Will's neck and his shoulder.

"Hm?"

"There is something I'd like your guidance in, if you'd be willing to return the favor."

He nips slightly at Will's skin, still not quite willing to leave a mark. "Fuck- sure, what do you want me to teach you?"

Hannibal pulls away, looks Will in the face. The man is a mess- swollen lips and dark, lidded eyes and heavy breathing.

"Teach me how to please you, Will."

Will growls low in his throat, the words pulling him forward to kiss at Hannibal's jaw. He licks along the other man's pulse, hips rolling to build a stilted rhythm. "Fuck, Hannibal-"

"I'm a very dedicated student," He says, breath catching at Will's motions. "Tell me what you want, I'll learn it by heart."

Arousal boils in his blood, his whole body bubbling with anticipation. "Okay. I'll teach you."

Hannibal's hands start working at Will's belt as he speaks. "I- to be honest with you, I haven't really experimented that much, but-" He cuts himself off with a soft moan when Hannibal unfastens Will's pants and slips a hand inside to palm at his cock. "But I like- uh, I'd like it if you were a bit rougher with me."

Something dark flashes behind Hannibal's eyes and it makes Will feel like he could come right now. "How rough do you want it?"

"I don't really know," he confesses.

Hannibal's hand strokes along his length, makes him shudder. Fuck, this is intense. Hannibal really is good at what he does, Will's never been this turned on in his life. "Start with what you do know."

"I...I like being bitten. Bruised. I-I don't find it unsightly, I think it's hot." The words fall from his lips at Hannibal's insistence and it makes him feel warm with slight embarrassment.

"Good."

Will's breath hitches. "I like when people use their nails. And getting my hair pulled- though you probably, uh, noticed that one."

Hannibal pulls his hand away and Will wants to whimper but he contains it. "Very good, tell me more."

The need that seems to be ensnaring his very soul makes him blurt out "I like being choked," and Hannibal grabs Will's hips and lifts him without a word. Will's legs wrap around his waist as Hannibal starts for the stairs. He pauses on their way to the bedroom to press Will against the wall and kiss him until he's dizzy. His hold never falters and Will realizes that Hannibal could do this all day. That he could throw Will across the room if he wanted, pin him down until Will's wrists bruise, hold him in whatever position he wants. Will squeezes his legs around Hannibal more tightly. The mental image is almost unbearably appealing.

Hannibal drops Will onto the large bed. He isn't quite thrown, but he falls with enough force that he bounces slightly on the mattress and oh yes, Will definitely likes this.

He's embarrassed to say it, but Hannibal had asked for a lesson, and Will wants to teach him.

"You make me feel so...small," He says, kicking his shoes off and hastily shuffling out of his pants until the only things he has on are his boxers and the shirt still hanging open around his shoulders. Hannibal is watching, paying close attention. "I feel like a rabbit being chased by a coyote. Like you could just grab me by the neck and drag me back to your den."

Hannibal removes his clothes, setting them carefully on the dresser. "Do you enjoy feeling like my prey, Will?"

Will nods quickly, vocalizes it to make it doubly clear. "Yes. It's not a feeling I'm really used to, but I like it."

"You usually play a more dominant role in the bedroom, then?" He asks, moving up the bed until he's looming over Will.

Will shrugs. "Dominant might be generous. I'm just used to being with women. Feeling small is...novel, I suppose."

Hannibal pauses. Tilts his head. "Have you ever been with a man before, Will?"

A smile comes to Will's face. "Couple times. But we were just sucking each other off. Nothing more than that." He lets out a dry chuckle. "Been a while since I've been with anybody though, honestly."

Hannibal finally lowers himself and Will closes around him like a bear trap, arms and legs wrapping around a strong torso and pulling him close for a sloppy kiss. His hips twitch gracelessly, begging for attention.

"So you've never had penetrative sex with another man," Hannibal says when Will lets him breathe. He moves to Will's neck and at last gives him what he'd been hoping for. He sucks harshly at the flesh of Will's throat, biting hard enough to leave a deep mark. Will cries out, dragging blunt nails along Hannibal's broad back. He can tell that the mark will be visible for days, and it makes Will feel delirious.

"No," He answers after a moment. "I haven't."

"Would you be interested in trying it?"

Will freezes. "Uh, I don't really-"

"It's merely an offer, Will," He murmurs, soothing the angry mark on Will's neck with a gentle lick. "I'm perfectly content with 'sucking each other off', as you so eloquently put it."

He hesitates. Thinks of an old friend. "I guess I'd be willing to try it. If you're offering."

"How would you want it?" Hannibal asks, his voice dark and rough against Will's skin. He begins to suck another bruise into Will's flesh, higher.

Will's back arches and he leans into Hannibal's lips. He thinks it over. He knows that anal takes a lot of prep work, especially the first time. Knows that it requires patience and knowledge to do in a way that is enjoyable.

"Figure I'd want my first time getting fucked in the ass to be with someone I trust," He says, any eloquence fully shattered under Hannibal's stinging teeth. "Somebody I don't think would want to rip me in half." Hannibal breathes out a small laugh. Will cards his fingers back into the other man's hair. "I trust you, Hannibal."

Hannibal's kiss is positively ravenous. When he at last pulls away Will is gasping for air. He breaks from Will's hold easily, and Will lifts his hips so that Hannibal can free him of his boxers. His cock is aching- the intense, drawn-out foreplay almost too much to handle. Hannibal's gaze sweeps hungrily along Will's body, and he seems for once completely speechless.

Will takes advantage of the opportunity. "You planned this."

Hannibal's gaze darts upwards from Will's cock to his face. "The possibility occurred to me, but I wouldn't say that I planned it. It was your idea to begin with."

"Sure, but there was no way you were letting me leave tonight once our 'lesson' started. You'd already decided you were taking me to bed the second we started, admit it."

Hannibal smirks and curls his hand around Will's cock, working it with slow, even strokes that have Will gasping. "We both wanted this, and now it is coming to pass. Does it really matter whether it was orchestrated to some extent?"

Will huffs. He can't argue. Maybe Will was hoping for this, too, when he brought up the idea.

He keeps stroking for a while, drinking in Will's sounds eagerly, before abruptly pulling away and standing. It takes every ounce of strength to keep from whining.

He watches as Hannibal retrieves a bottle of lube from his bedside table and Will quirks a brow at him. "Has it been a while for you too, Doctor? Or do you practice your artform often?"

Hannibal smiles as he settles between Will's legs, gently guiding him into a more vulnerable position. He feels heat spread across his face. "Practice does make perfect," He says. He glances up at Will, brown eyes suddenly tender in the dim light. "But I confess, I haven't been with another person since I met you, Will."

Will's heart flutters. He wasn't quite sure, until now. Whether this was the all-too-familiar arrangement of two friends who found each other desirable but weren't interested in anything romantic, or something more. Suddenly, it felt very much like more. He wants it to be more, he realizes. "Hannibal-"

"This will be strange at first," He says, effectively cutting off Will's words. "But I assure you, I have no intention of causing you anything but pleasure."

Will tenses reflexively when a slick finger circles his entrance. Hannibal's other hand comes to soothe him, rubbing his inner thigh. "Relax, I don't want to hurt you."

He lets out a shaky sigh, tries to will himself into submission. "Pain and pleasure often blur," He says, mostly just talking to distract himself. "I wonder why that is."

"They both make us feel alive," Hannibal muses. "But certain forms of pain are more likely to be associated with pleasure than others."

His finger slips inside as he speaks and Will gasps. He steadies his breath. He wants this. He wants to experiment, and Hannibal is a safe partner to do it with. "Good," Hannibal says softly. He leans down and places a kiss to Will's thigh. "Stay calm, that's it."

"More likely, sure," Will says, finding comfort in their conversational thread. Talking with Hannibal comes as easily as breathing, though his breathing isn't coming particularly easy as Hannibal begins to work his finger. "But there aren't many forms of pain that are universally viewed as unpleasurable."

"You sound like you're speaking from experience, Will. I'm very curious to hear what else you find pleasurable."

Hannibal's touch stops feeling intrusive, and when it subsides it doesn't feel like much at all. "Experience, yes, but not first-hand."

Hannibal hums in interest. Will feels a second finger nudge at him and takes a deep breath.

"I uh, had this- haah-"

He shushes Will gently, second finger working to enter him and slowly stretch. "Just breathe, Will. You're doing very well."

The praise sparks something inside of him that he makes a mental note to bring up later. "I had this friend," he tries again when the feeling stops being quite as disarming. "In college. Friends with benefits sort of thing." He sighs, this is getting easier now. "She had- well, she called it her Toy Box."

Hannibal's attention keeps flickering around. From watching Will's hole as he works to accommodate the intrusion, back up to his face as Will speaks. It often gets caught on the rise and fall of Will's chest, or the slightly flagging cock against his stomach. It's cute. "I see."

"She had all kinds of stuff. I don't even think she used half of it, at least not with me. Just liked trying things. Handcuffs, blindfolds, collars- hell, she had a special knife she kept in there."

Hannibal's grip tightens on Will's thigh and his fingers push deeper. Will laughs around a heady sigh. "Calm down, she never used that stuff on me. She was a masochist, I was always the one trying things out on her."

"But you were interested in experiencing it for yourself."

Will shifts a little against the sheets. "Yeah. I was envious that she was so...experimental. I've always wanted to uh, try things out, too."

Hannibal smiles. He seems to understand the undercurrent of Will's words. Will doesn't fully know what he likes, but he wants to find out and he trusts Hannibal to help him with it.

"Well, then this shall be a learning opportunity for both of us," He says, and crooks his fingers.

"Fuck!" Will chokes, immediately coming back to life where he lay.

"Good?" He asks with a self-satisfied grin.

Will shifts his hips backwards, immediately chasing the feeling again. "Good, good, Hannibal-"

The other man indulges him with another light brush and Will melts back into the bed with a moan.

"Starting to see the appeal, are we?" He says, way too amused.

Will reaches down and grabs Hannibal's other hand, brings it insistently to his cock. The smug bastard who is currently helping Will find something that he likes very, very much laughs at him, but strokes it slowly regardless.

Hannibal introduces a third finger, alternating between deep thrusts and teasing brushes to his prostate. Will feels like he's going mad. He rolls his hips impatiently, chasing the mind-numbing feeling that Hannibal offers and then denies.

"H-Hannibal," He gasps. "Please, just fuck me already."

He laughs again and it makes Will blush. "Desperate little thing."

Will scoffs, ignoring how Hannibal's words have his heart skipping. "Desperate? I think I've been very patient, considering how you've been showing off all night!"

"You asked me to," He reminds Will, removing his fingers and leaving Will empty. He can't fight it this time, he whimpers.

Will watches as Hannibal slicks up his leaking cock. His mouth is practically watering just looking at it, and Will decides that he wants Hannibal to put him on his knees next time. Dear God, please be a next time.

He settles again between Will's parted thighs, aligning himself with Will's entrance. He feels a sudden wave of anxiety, but Hannibal must sense it because a warm, guiding hand is cupping Will's cheek. He leans over Will and kisses him tenderly, and Will reaches up to wrap a hand around Hannibal's wrist. Will gasps into his mouth as Hannibal's cock sinks into him, the stretch still uncomfortable even after the exhaustive preparation, and he finds it privately exciting.

When their hips meet, Will groans as his body works to adjust. He feels so small, Hannibal filling him to the brim and covering him with his body and soothing him even as Hannibal clearly wants nothing more than to fuck him senseless.

"Good?"

Will can't speak, feels like he's about to just dissolve into a puddle of heat and pleasure, but he nods enthusiastically nonetheless.

Hannibal kisses him once more, quick and clean, before he begins to move.

He's slow at first, but Will still feels dizzy from the sensations. The push and drag inside of his body has his eyes fluttering shut, and he cries out when a well-aimed thrust has Hannibal's cock hitting his prostate.

"Will," Hannibal says. He groans and the sound rumbles though Will's body. "You're doing so well for me."

Will whimpers again, arching at the praise. Hannibal must have noticed how much he enjoyed being called good earlier. Of course, he notices everything.

Hannibal speeds up a bit, carefully watching Will's expression as he gets fucked for the first time. Will turns his head and nuzzles into the pillows, hiding his flushed face from Hannibal's gaze. The other man responds by gripping him by the jaw and turning it back by force. Will whines.

His hand drifts downwards just a fraction and settles on Will's neck. Instinctively, he tilts his head back, baring his throat for his predator with wide eyes.

Hannibal thrusts deeper as his hand squeezes Will's throat. He presses down, pinning Will by the neck. Will parts his lips, half-formed breaths getting stuck under Hannibal's strength. His mind feels foggy, heavy. He reaches up with a clumsy hand and paws at Hannibal's arm, and the other man releases.

The first breath he takes in is quickly sent back out in the form of a broken moan, and he gasps for air as adrenaline pumps through his system. He was never in any danger of course, Hannibal is trustworthy, but the primal parts of Will's brain that fight to keep him alive don't understand that.

Hannibal curses, roughly adjusting Will's hips so that he hits Will's prostate on every thrust. He moans and keens in pleasure, no longer able to contain it. A part of him wants to reach down and grab his neglected cock, but Hannibal seems intent on fucking him until Will forgets his own name, so he'll just enjoy the ride for now.

At least he would've been willing to wait if Hannibal didn't decide to lean down and suck another deep, claiming bruise into Will's neck, marking him with yet another piece of amorous graffiti.

'Hannibal was here'. Or maybe 'H+W'. Or just a drawing of a dick.

"Hannibal, fuck, I- I need to come."

Will can feel the grin against his neck. He thrusts sharply and Will groans. "Do you?"

Will huffs in exasperation. "Come on, you've driven me crazy for long enough. Just- Ah, just make me come already."

Hannibal doesn't answer, just nips at Will's jaw. His hips are stuttering, though. His breaths are quick and uneven. He's close, too.

Will rolls his eyes. "What, you want me to beg for it? Is that it?"

Hannibal licks Will's pulse.

"Fine."

Will lets his voice drop, low and pleading. He'd been playing at frustration, but the idea of begging for this is actually sort of...thrilling. "Please make me come, Hannibal," He says in his best pornstar sigh. "I need to come with you inside me. Please."

Okay. Maybe that's something else Will would be willing to do again. If Hannibal likes it.

Hannibal gives in to the request, hand once again finding Will's cock and pumping it in time with his thrusts. Will's back rises from the bed and he rocks his hips, trying desperately to take whatever he can from Hannibal's cock as well as his hand. An animal whine escapes his throat and Will thinks distantly that he should probably be embarrassed by it.

"Perfect," Hannibal groans, voice unsteady with motion and pleasure. "Exquisite, excellent. You're so good, Will. So very good for me."

The praise is too much. Will moans the other man's name as he comes, stars bursting in his vision as raw pleasure curls through every part of his body. He breaks like a rubber band, coiled tension finally releasing and making him melt. He gasps for air, completely unmoored as he drowns in what might be the best orgasm he's had in his entire life.

He's aware that Hannibal is still fucking him as Will returns to his skin, chasing his own release. It seems he was spurred on by Will's orgasm, because it only takes a few more sensitive thrusts for Hannibal to come, muttering curses and gripping Will's hips hard enough to bruise and burying himself as deep as he can.

The two of them exchange a heated glance as they catch their breath, and after a moment Will finds himself laughing. Hannibal tilts his head in confusion, still struggling to recover.

"Well," Will says with a satisfied grin. "That was very educational, Doctor, I must say. Definitely a thorough demonstration."

Instead of engaging in their usual banter, Hannibal leans close and presses a long, loving kiss to Will's lips. "Did you enjoy it?"

Will nods. "Yeah. Don't worry about me, that was...fuck, that was the best sex I've ever had."

He groans when he sees Hannibal smirk. "Ugh, no," He says. "I take it back, don't let that feed your ego."

Hannibal pulls out and Will winces. He feels sore, and dirty, and empty. Worth it. He watches as Hannibal leaves the room and returns with a glass of water and a wet cloth. Will takes the water with a quiet 'thank you' and grimaces when Hannibal moves to clean the come from Will's stomach. "Here, I can do it myself."

"I don't mind."

He sighs. It's not worth the argument. He takes a sip of the water. "Fine."

They're silent for a moment, enjoying the afterglow, before Will speaks. "Did you enjoy it?"

Hannibal smiles. "Naturally, I always enjoy sharing my expertise with novices."

"Hey." Will sits up and places a hand on Hannibal's cheek, looking at him with sincerity. "I'm serious. Did you have a good time?"

He kisses Will's cheek. "Yes, Will, you were a fantastic partner."

Will cracks a smile. "Good." He swallows nervously, looks down to the sheets. "Would you...want to do it again sometime? Maybe try out some other things?"

Hannibal doesn't answer right away and it makes Will's anxiety spike. He clears his throat, reverts back to what he knows. "We can just, you know, hang out and mess around, if you want. It doesn't have to be anything."

"You're proposing a Friends With Benefits arrangement?"

"Well I just figured-"

Once again, strong fingers coax Will's chin to raise. Hannibal's gaze is soft, free from any judgement. "What would you like, Will?"

Will doesn't trust himself to answer that. He leans in and kisses him instead, hopes that it conveys his feelings. Hannibal kisses back.

When he pulls away, Will looks at him with a small smile. "Good?" He asks.

Hannibal looks happier than Will's ever seen him. "Yes. Very good."