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They both have survived this massacre, in the darkness of the night.
Will was mildly injured in several places on his limbs, having been tossed around and punched repeatedly by the men who were now lying limpless on the ground.
He was breathing raggedly by the adrenaline of the fight, having also lied down, blending perfectly with the lifeless bodies around him with the only difference being that he was wearing a tired smile on his face. His head was covered in blood, mostly not his own, his knuckles were grazed and red and a number of bruises had already started to form on his arms.
Hannibal was kneeling over him, matching his breathing rhythm, his own face covered in less blood and more sweat. He leaned forward closing the distance between their faces and fondly cupped Will’s burning cheek with his right hand, using the left one to steady himself on the ground.
His face was a mixture of emotions barely discernible even to Will; pride was gleaming in his eyes for watching Will in the heat of the battle, contentment for being able to touch him again after so long a fistfight. He caressed Will’s face while the latter was holding prolonged eye contact, something so unlike him in the past, but so commonplace nowadays.
Will’s chest was heaving in slightly increased breathing while watching both of Hannibal’s eyes consecutively, radiating a wistfulness he only exhibits after the insurmountable stress of murder.
Uncertain once again about why his most dangerous friend and foe was looking at him with a warmth unfit for a psychopath’s eyes, he absentmindedly mimicked this supposedly controversial gesture, and raised his right hand to lightly touch Hannibal’s face with his fingertips. With a fatigued motion, he brushed Hannibal’s cheek passing by his lips, and then let his hand be taken by gravity’s force.
This delicate movement made Hannibal’s eyes subtly panic, alternating his gaze between Will’s eyes and his slightly gasping for air mouth. He was so enraptured by an unnamed newfound emotion, that he didn’t even pause to lick his lips before lowering his face to lightly touch Will’s lips with his.
The shyness in his kiss came in stark contrast with Will’s own reaction to it.
Will was new to the intense downpour of ecstatic feelings produced by the act of murdering people, especially people who did particularly bad things. Even though there were a number of times that he and Hannibal had found themselves in a similar situation, having won the battle with the metallic scent of blood engulfing them, he still didn’t understand the affection coming out of Hannibal every time the battle ended. He would cup his face, or hold his nape and show vividly how satisfied he was to have manipulated him once again into committing murderous acts, taking Will one step closer to who he really needs to be. So when Hannibal took this closeness one step further and softly kissed him on the mouth, Will was completely blind to what it meant, but it mattered little when Will’s own heart was filled with excitement and accumulated anger.
Will took a steep breath through his nose and instantly deepened the kiss, raising his hands to hold Hannibal’s neck and shoulder. Hannibal was momentarily taken aback by the enthusiasm of Will’s answer and closed his eyes tightly, to feel every bit of emotion that flowed from the lips of this unpredictable man under him.
When their first kiss ended, leaving them more breathless and disoriented than before, Will instantly dived in for a second kiss and a third, one more passionate than the other. He revelled in how Hannibal’s mouth tasted, his tongue twirling inside of him, accepting and amplifying every bit of aggressive passion which Will was impulsively offering.
Will felt a hand stroking his ear, traveling down and resting on his rising and falling chest. The other hand was lightly tugging at his hair, making him quietly moan for the first time and open his mouth a little more.
Hannibal was so overwhelmed by this single sound, making heat move throughout his body in unforeseeable ways, increasing his heart rate and falling deeper into Will’s mouth. The hotness of the moment elevated his burning desire to touch Will's body more and more, his mind already running countless scenarios on how he could make him moan louder and scream helplessly beneath him. He was so captivated by Will’s unrelenting and consistent passionate kisses, that he didn’t notice that his intimate parts were starting to thicken and poke at Will’s inner thigh.
Will’s reaction was immediate, his own excitement accumulating downward and making him whimper in astonished arousal. He didn’t know whether it was because of his empathy or because he was so caught in the moment, but once they broke the dam between them it was very hard to stop himself from getting intoxicated in Hannibal’s passion.
Getting suffocatingly difficult to breathe, Will broke the kiss abruptly, and lustfully he sighed, looking at Hannibal behind his lashes with half-lidded eyes. They took raspy breaths while looking each other in the eyes intently, trying to adjust to this incomprehensibly new situation.
Hannibal swallowed between deep and quick breaths. He cupped the left side of Will’s face gently raising his chin with his thumb, and he used his right hand to softly caress his unruly curly hair.
Then he lowered his head, and tugging strongly at Will’s hair, he took a bite of his exposed neck. He sucked at Will’s Adam’s apple, wetting the captured skin with his tongue, making sure that this bite would elicit equal amounts of pain and pleasure to Will’s senses.
The sound that came out of Will’s lips was unlike anything Hannibal’s ears had ever registered. It made all his senses blur, his blood level elevate and his mind spiral into ecstasy.
Will tugged at Hannibal’s shirt from behind and pushed his body closer to his own, so that their bodies would osculate like pieces of puzzle. Their arousals touched and they both groaned in recurring lust.
Will’s breathing became arrhythmic and even harder to control once he understood how well pinned down under Hannibal he was. The last strands of his restraint abandoned him when Hannibal lowered his head once more and continued biting him more fiercely and fervently than before, rubbing simultaneously Will’s body with his own.
Will’s rasps and breaths became more noisy and quick, with every rub and every bite Hannibal was serving to his body. The uncontrollable arousal of the senses pushed his erection to the extreme, feeling strong hands pulling his hair and exposing his sinful neck, his legs between Hannibal’s feeling the full extent of his length up against his own, his chest struggling to take a complete breath, making his throat sing obscene noises in the darkness of the night.
He started joining Hannibal in his movements, with however little strength he had left, rubbing himself unceasingly as if his life depended on it.
Hannibal left Will’s already bruised and slightly bloodied neck to stare right in his eyes. They were communicating with their breaths alone, the next more heavy and ragged than the last, until Will started to lose focus altogether and his gaze fell to Hannibal’s lips, locking in place. His mouth was gaping in search for air and his whimpers became more needy and pleading than before. Hannibal noticed that Will’s excitement started reaching to its edge and placed his right hand on top of Will’s neck, squeezing lightly, restricting his air some more. The more strangled Will’s noises sounded, the more Hannibal squeezed, listening to him become undone below him, piece by piece.
Will’s pace of movement increased tenfold, his ears started buzzing until, with the strongest of Hannibal’s squeezes, he arched his back as much as Hannibal’s weight over him allowed and came with the sweetest sound Hannibal could ever hear.
For what felt like hours, Will was in a blissful dream state, floating above every possible human sensation.
When he came to, he opened his eyes laboriously and was met with the same intense look of Hannibal gazing deep into his tired eyes. He noticed that Hannibal had stopped moving and remained frozen on top of him, observing Will’s face like it was the most divine revelation he had ever witnessed in his life.
Will brought his hand up with difficulty and touched Hannibal’s sternum while looking questioningly in both of his eyes. He started feeling a small sting of anxiety seeing Hannibal in such a motionless state, until he heard the quiet sound of two words coming out of his wet lips.
“It’s beautiful”
There he remained, gazing at Will’s face with fascination, and there he would have remained if Will hadn’t made the decision to act on it. He moved his hand that rested in Hannibal’s chest downwards, until he reached the still present hot protuberance in his trousers. He stroked intensely above his clothing bringing Hannibal back to reality with a loud intake of his breath.
Will unbuttoned the trousers and resolutely slipped his hand into Hannibal’s underwear, taking a firm grasp of the rigid part of him. Hannibal winced and slightly lifted his head looking at Will from above like he was some sort of prey.
Without either of them breaking eye contact, Will started moving his hand up and down slowly and carefully, making quiet puffs of air come out of Hannibal’s mouth. He continued at this pace steadily, until Hannibal unhurriedly lowered his head till their lips collapsed, and he started exploring Will’s mouth again, more caringly, more endearingly, in the most romantic way he could kiss a person.
Will picked up the pace, holding Hannibal’s ever growing hardness more sturdily, and in the same moment his ears caught a sweet moaning sound he never had imagined he would hear. Hannibal had moaned for him, a treasure he never knew he wanted, but he so desperately needed.
As Will kept stroking, Hannibal’s mouth never left his, his own breaths becoming deeper once again. When Will started pushing him to his edge, Hannibal licked deeper into his throat, making Will squirm and getting him all the more aroused. Will felt Hannibal’s eagerness to come, so he stroked harder and harder, until Hannibal caught his wrist to a stop. He broke the kiss, eliciting another wet moan out of Will’s aching lips, and he mirrored him by unfastening Will’s belt and grabbing hold of his cock that was covered with his cum from before.
Will hissed and grabbed Hannibal’s nape with his free hand and pulled him close for yet another series of fervent kisses, passionate and sinful.
Legend has it they keep stroking to this day, because I’ve been writing this smut for 5 hours and I got tired.