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Will wakes up first, roused by the light pouring through the curtains they forgot to shut. He stretches languidly and rolls over to face the man sleeping next to him. Hannibal’s features are soft and relaxed - a stark contrast from the ecstasy and pain that etched his face the night before. Will smiles to himself at the memory.
Hannibal doesn’t take long to wake. He shifts from his stomach onto his back before grimacing and rolling onto his side. He blinks his eyes open to find Will grinning mischievously at him.
“Someone’s sore this morning, hm?”
“Just a bit,” Hannibal replies softly. “It’s well worth it,” he adds with a small smile. He rubs his lower back, feeling all of his fifty-something years.
“Glad to hear it,” Will says. “Anything I can do to help?”
“I’m perfectly fine, Will.”
“Not what I asked.”
“I wouldn’t say no to a back massage,” Hannibal concedes. “Would you indulge me? After a shower and breakfast, of course.”
“Of course,” Will mocks affectionately. He captures Hannibal’s lips in a kiss before they reluctantly leave the comfort of their bed.
Hannibal lies facedown on the neatly made bed, wearing only his underwear per Will’s instructions. He feels the mattress shift when Will climbs over him, straddling his upper thighs. A small snick, and the scent of almond and vanilla fills the air. Hannibal smiles gently - Will’s chosen his favorite massage oil.
Will starts by drizzling a small amount onto Hannibal’s lower back, his usual problem area after too much strenuous activity. He uses gentle but firm pressure, fingertips rubbing small circles into tight muscles. Hannibal sighs softly and begins feeling more relaxed.
“Feels good?”
“Wonderful, my love.”
“As good as last night?” Will asks playfully.
“Two very different types of pleasure, you know.”
“Sure,” Will agrees. “But you were so hungry for it.”
Will may be teasing, but Hannibal feels heat stir in his gut at the word hungry - such a callous way to describe it, although not inaccurate. He swallows audibly but tries to play it off as a reaction to the massage. Of course, Will knows him far too well to let it go unnoticed or unmentioned.
“Don’t be shy,” Will drawls. “You know I love how you get when you’re craving that stretch.”
Hannibal hums in a noncommittal way, but Will’s words and the memories from last night leave him affected. His cock stirs with interest, and he tries his best to ignore it. It’s easier said than done with Will’s hands gliding over him.
“Seems like a back rub might not be enough for you. You’re so greedy.”
“This is more than enough, Will.”
“Is it really?”
Before Hannibal can reply, Will snakes a hand down to where Hannibal’s semi-erect cock is pressed against the mattress. Hannibal bucks into the touch without thinking, and Will chuckles darkly in response.
“God, Hannibal. Underneath that proper façade, you’re quite the slut.”
Hannibal reddens furiously at the degrading term and tries in vain to shove Will’s hand from his crotch. Will is undeterred - if anything, it spurs him on even more. Hannibal can feel the malevolent grin growing on Will’s face before he speaks again.
“There’s no way you can take my cock again after all of that, but -”
“I’m not asking for it.”
“But,” Will continues, ignoring him. “I have a better idea for this massage.”
Will roughly maneuvers Hannibal until he’s lying on his back. Will’s thin boxers do nothing to hide his own arousal as he leans over Hannibal’s naked torso. He brings a hand to Hannibal’s mouth and pushes two fingers past his lips. He presses down on Hannibal’s tongue roughly, causing saliva to quickly pool. He keeps his fingers in place until Hannibal is drooling, then swiftly removes them
Hannibal opens his eyes at the loss and swallows hard at the sight of Will repositioning himself between his legs, hoisting them over his shoulders. Will uses his free hand to spread Hannibal’s thighs apart and feels him tremble from being so completely exposed. Without any warning, Will rubs his spit-soaked fingers against Hannibal’s hole.
Hannibal jolts violently. Will’s touch is light and teasing; he’s taunting and not seeking entrance, but Hannibal is so tender and swollen from the night before. The mere brushing of fingers is enough to drive him near madness.
“Still so needy,” Will says sardonically.
Hannibal clenches desperately around nothing and lets out a groan that’s both hungry and pleading. Will smiles against his skin, satisfied with the way he unravels Hannibal so easily. He presses his lips to the seam of Hannibal’s thigh and lightly nips the flesh.
He continues touching and teasing, kissing and biting, mixing up his movements until Hannibal is thrashing uncontrollably. Only then does Will pull back his fingers, looking up at Hannibal with a dark expression.
“No holding back on me. Show me how badly you want it.”
Will replaces the pads of his fingers with the wet press of his tongue. Hannibal babbles a string of pleas and swears as Will flicks his tongue against his rim. He continues spilling out nonsense in between keening sounds, losing himself to the sensation.
Will switches the intensity of his movements rapidly, keeping Hannibal on edge. He swipes his tongue across Hannibal’s sensitive hole, moving painfully slow. He licks a wet circle around the delicate skin, then he suddenly flicks his tongue purposefully.
Hannibal is shaking from it. He tries to control himself for a moment, clenching his body from head to toe. Will immediately stops his ministrations, swatting Hannibal’s hole lightly but hard enough to make him mewl.
“Relax,” Will says in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
Hannibal sighs and lets his body go lax. He closes his eyes and sinks into the bed.
Will hums a sound of approval and continues laving his tongue over Hannibal’s hole. Will nips the abused area, drawing out a series of pathetic whimpers from Hannibal. Hannibal distantly notices how filthy and wet he is, spit glossing his inner thighs and the soft skin underneath his balls.
When Will pulls back for a moment, Hannibal briefly thinks he’s getting a small reprieve. His thought is interrupted by his own guttural moan as Will spears his tongue past Hannibal’s rim. His body quickly goes boneless as he gives himself over to Will; any bit of resistance is now gone.
Will presses his tongue further inside, all hot and slick and completely obscene. With every hot, wet thrust of his tongue, Hannibal’s body and mind drift higher towards a place of white-out bliss.
It’s unspoken knowledge between them that Hannibal enjoys this particular loss of control. He knows Will will guide him through it all, pushing his boundaries and caring for him in equal measure. He smiles fondly at the exact moment Will wraps a hand around his cock.
“Will!” Hannibal cries loudly, pressing his cheek against the mattress. The cool fabric of the sheet is the only thing keeping him grounded as he threatens to unravel.
Will responds by stroking his thumb across Hannibal’s leaking cockhead. He continues thrusting his tongue at an unyielding pace until Hannibal is teetering on the edge. He doesn’t recognize his own voice as his incoherent sounds fill the spacious room.
“You’re so good for me, baby,” Will praises. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
Hannibal responds with nonsensical babbling, but Will seems to understand him perfectly - he always does.
“Come for me,” Will coaxes. “I want to hear you nice and loud.”
Hannibal comes undone at the command as he hurdles rapidly toward the edge. Then, Will prods his hole with one finger while jacking him off, and he is completely gone. Hannibal throws his head back and shouts Will’s name, spilling hotly across his stomach.
“That’s it,” Will coaxes. He strokes Hannibal through his orgasm while wrapping his free hand around his own aching cock.
He licks Hannibal’s come from his stomach as he shoves his boxer briefs off. Hannibal is so hazy that he barely notices when Will positions him back on his stomach. He hears Will shift around close to him but keeps his eyes closed, enjoying the blissful aftermath of his orgasm.
Will uncaps the bottle of oil again, drizzling it onto two of his fingers. He uses his other hand to spread Hannibal’s cheeks apart and applies the oil between them. Hannibal tenses lightly at the sudden touch, but he remains sated and still.
“Easy, darlin’,” Will coos. “Just need to lie there and take it now.”
Hannibal hums his assent and goes boneless again, giving himself over for whatever Will wants. Will leans forward and slides his cock between Hannibal’s asscheeks. He presses one hand firmly onto the small of Hannibal’s back, pinning him in place just where he needs him.
Will starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth, gliding against Hannibal with each thrust. As he moves, he admires the small fingerprint bruises across Hannibal’s ass. His skin is littered with marks like these, reminding Will of how roughly he fucked him the night before. The memory makes Will’s insides burn, and his movements start to speed up.
“You feel so damn good, letting me take what I want from you.”
Will grips Hannibal by the hips and revels in the feeling of his hard cock, slick and sliding over Hannibal’s flesh and muscle. He repositions himself so that he’s flush with Hannibal’s resting body. On one deep and eager thrust, the fat head of Will’s cock catches on Hannibal’s puckered rim, eliciting moans from both men.
“Good, Hannibal, letting me use you. So fucking perfect.”
Will quickens his pace against Hannibal’s body, intent on finding his release.
“You’re mine,” he grits out as his thrusts become more erratic. “You’re mine, I’m yours, forever.”
Hannibal whimpers softly at these words and mumbles, barely audible: yours and love and always.
Hannibal’s promises of devotion are what finally push Will to the brink. The all-consuming knowledge that Hannibal belongs to him, that they belong to each other. The way that Hannibal is so willing to give himself over like this. Will grinds against his body and thrusts once, twice, three times before spilling down Hannibal’s crack as a loud groan is pulled from his chest.
Will works himself through it with his hand, coating Hannibal’s red, aching hole with this come, creating a mess all over again. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely spent, painting Hannibal with every last drop. When Will is done, he sinks next to Hannibal and admires the filthy picture he’s created.