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It started out with a kiss.
Will said some off handed comment that absolutely titillated Hannibal. Hannibal just couldn't help himself. He leaned in a quickly pressed his lips to Will's. Will pulled back and froze, running his eyes all over Hannibal's expression. Finally. It had been months since they dove off the cliff and ran off to Cuba. Will had been waiting painfully for Hannibal to make a move. Sure, he could have done it first but he wanted Hannibal to do it. And at long last, he finally felt those lips on his.
Will lurched forward, slamming their lips together. He held both sides of Hannibal's face and kissed him with a ferocity so intense it made Hannibal dizzy. Hannibal kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Will's small waist and pulling him taut to his chest. Hannibal ran a hand up his back and into Will's curls. He opened his mouth, desperate to taste Will on his tongue. Will let him in, letting him lick and explore. Will's tongue was soft and warm, rubbing fiercely against his own. Hannibal couldn't take it.
Hannibal walked them over to the wall, pressing Will against it. His hands ran over Will's waist, past his hips and onto his ass. Hannibal pressed his hips into him, craving friction. He quickly unbuttoned the top of Will's pants and delved his hand into his boxers. Will made a sharp noise and in an instant, pulled away and left Hannibal's embrace.
Will looked at him, panting and beet red. He looked around nervously and touched the back of his head. "I-I-I c-can't, I just, I'm.. I-I-"
Hannibal wanted to reach out and calm him down but the moment he took a step forward, Will took two steps back. He looked at Hannibal one last time before running out of the room.
Hannibal felt destroyed.
That was a week ago.
Hannibal was hoping tonight would be different. He realized something very important in the past week. To the best of his understanding, Will had never once been physical with a partner of the same sex. He realized Will feeling him on his crotch, the touch of his hand, must have been incredibly odd and overwhelming. Hannibal wanted to make this much easier for him. Tonight, he made a huge dinner for the two of them. He brought out his favorite wine and they finished a bottle. Hannibal decided he'd make another move.
They sat on the couch together, inching together like magnets. Hannibal presses his thigh against Will's. He puts his hand between Will's shoulder, gently sliding it down his back. Will looks at him with soft, big eyes. Hannibal offers a warm smile. He reaches down and takes Will's hand, kissing the back of it. He knows he needs to approach this with humility and deep consideration.
Hannibal opens his mouth and speaks softly. He holds eye contact with Will. "I can no longer leave my desire for your touch alone. I ache for you, Will. I want all of you; not just whatever we've been up until this point. I want more."
Will drops his shoulders and responds in a whisper, "I do too…" He sighs. He reaches out timidly, touching Hannibal's face. "But…" He looks away.
"You've never been with a man before, have you?" Hannibal asks, rubbing Will's back.
"No," Will confesses. He buries his face in his hands and speaks with frustration. "I don't even know where to begin. I'm already inexperienced as is but I don't know the first thing about gay sex. Well, I get it, I do but I don't know how to touch or move or be and I'm scared it'll hurt and I feel like I'm gonna fuck up and do it wrong and you won't want to be with me and I jus-"
Hannibal leans in and interrupts him, kissing him softly. He pulls away, smiling down at Will, who's blushing. Hannibal curls a finger under Will's chin and tilts his face up. "Do you trust me?"
Will smiles, "No." Hannibal smirks. Will exhales. "But I trust you with this."
Hannibal stands up and sticks out a hand for Will to take. "Come with me," Hannibal commands. Will grabs his hand and lets Hannibal guide him to his upstairs bedroom. They walk inside the room and sit on the bed. They turn to face each other. Hannibal holds both of Will's hands. "We can take this as slow as you need to, okay? I want you to tell me what feels good, what feels scary or like it's too much. There's a lot we can do, we don't have to go full force the first time."
Will licks his bottom lip, curious as ever. "Like what?"
Hannibal swallows. "Have you ever heard the term 'frotting?""
Will shakes his head.
Hannibal keeps his cool demeanor as he begins to explain to Will. "It's when two men rub their penises together, usually using lube. It's very easy and not at all painful."
Will looks away and chews on his lower lip, nodding. The thought of doing that with Hannibal makes him feel dizzy, in a really good way.
"Would you like to try it?" Hannibal asks. Will looks at him and nods slowly.
Hannibal comes in and presses a gentle kiss to Will's lips. Will kisses him back. He reaches out with shaky hands and begins unbuttoning Hannibal's shirt. Hannibal does the same to him. They slide each other's shirts off, tossing them aside. Will unzips Hannibal's pants and helps him remove them. Will starts to turn red and get overheated at the sudden realization he's never seen Hannibal naked before. He stops and stares at elastic on Hannibal's boxers. Hannibal notices his hesitation.
"It's okay," Hannibal coos in a soft whisper. "You're safe," Hannibal presses a small kiss to Will's burning cheek. Will swallows hard. "Do you want me to touch you first? As an icebreaker?" The air stops in the middle of Will's throat. He nods quickly.
Hannibal lays Will down onto the pillow. He grabs the top edge of his pants and pulls them down along with his boxers. Hannibal's jaw drops as he looks over Will's body. Tan lines from his swimsuit. Beautiful, half hard cock freed from the fabric. He can't help the compliment spilling from his lips. "You're so beautiful," Hannibal sighs. Will purses his lips and avoids eye contact. Hannibal places himself next to Will, laying on his side. "Will you look in the nightstand and grab the lube?"
Will nods. He reaches over and opens the nightstand drawer. He digs around, surprised at the amount of toys inside. He finds the bottle of lube and brings it over to Hannibal. He lays back down and watches as Hannibal twists the top and pumps some into his dominant hand. Hannibal reaches over Will's thigh and grabs the base of his cock. Will twitches slightly at the cool feeling of the lube. Hannibal gently squeezes him and begins stroking him up and down. Will gasps lightly, growing fully erect from Hannibal's touch. Hannibal leans in and kisses the top of his shoulder. Will turns onto his side, desperate to kiss Hannibal.
They lean in close and press their lips together. Will moans softly, easily rocking his hips into Hannibal's hand. Air stops in Hannibal's throat as he listens to the subtle noises coming from Will. He tucks the sounds into his memory palace for safe keeping. Will pulls away from the kiss and looks at Hannibal with dark eyes. "I want to feel you…" He says in a low whisper.
Hannibal sits up and pushes Will onto his back. He removes his boxers and throws them off the side of the bed. Will finally sees all of him. He swallows, getting warm as he stares down Hannibal's cock. Seeing that he's affecting Hannibal sends him into a tizzy. Hannibal looks at him and smiles. He settles between Will's legs, his cock brushing against Will's. Will gasps at the contact. Hannibal grabs the lube again. He presses into Will, making the underside of their cocks touch. Hannibal coats his hand in the sticky liquid.
Hannibal smears lube on his and Will's cocks. He begins slowly rolling his hips, rubbing himself against Will. Hannibal's eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by having Will so close. Will cups Hannibal's cheeks, bringing him in for a kiss. He copies Hannibal's movements, rocking his hips up for more friction. Hannibal squeezes up Will's cock and rubs his thumb over his wet slit. He repeats the motion.
Will groans lowly against Hannibal's lip. "Fuck…" He whispers sharply. He pulls away, searching Hannibal's eyes. "Can I try? Can I touch you?"
Hannibal sighs in awe. He nods his head quickly. Hannibal removes his hand and uses it to keep himself up. Will reaches down. He bites his lip, unsure of how to go about this at this angle. "Just do what you normally do, what feels good," Hannibal tells him. "Pressure…" Will grabs the base of Hannibal's cock and holds him firmly. Hannibal exhales happily. "Good… And then just up and down…" Will nods. He's able to hold his and Hannibal's cocks together, stroking them slowly. Hannibal presses his forehead to Will's. "That's it… So good."
Will almost stops the whimper that comes from the back of his throat but he fails, miserably. The praise from Hannibal makes him feel spinny. Hannibal laughs lightly at the noise. Will is immediately irritated. He lurches forward and bites Hannibal's neck; only to earn a moan from the older man. This makes Will go insane. He kisses Hannibal's skin before landing under his jaw. He bites down again and begins sucking, rolling his tongue over Hannibal's skin. Hannibal rocks his hips faster, reaching down and helping Will. The bed begins to creak from their weight and movements.
Will pulls away from Hannibal's neck, thrusting his hips quickly. He looks down and sees precum dribbling from both of their cocks. He bites his lower lip harder, entranced by Hannibal's leaking cock. The two men rut against each other quickly, filling the air with moans. Will feels a deep heat pour over him from his head all the way down to his toes. It happens so fast that he doesn't have time to warn Hannibal. The air stutters in the back of his throat as he arches his back instinctively, cumming hard all over himself. Hannibal strokes him quickly through his orgasm.
Will breathes in fast and deep. He takes over for Hannibal and rubs Hannibal's cock. Hannibal groans, "Just like that… Fuck, Will, I'm almost there…" Will gets a wild hair and takes his free hand and takes it to Hannibal's balls. He fondles him, holding him firmly and massaging him. Hannibal gasps at the contact and within mere seconds, he cums all over Will's hand and stomach. Will feels a deep sense of pride wash over him.
Hannibal finally relaxes and falls onto of Will. He kisses Will's forehead. "You're perfect," He sighs sweetly. "You stay here. I'll be right back." Hannibal pushes himself off of Will. He climbs off the side of the bed and makes his way into his bathroom.
Will looks down and sees that he's covered in cum. Part of him feels shy and awkward but another part of him, deep inside, feels immeasurably turned on by having Hannibal's cum on him. He feels marked, claimed. An overwhelming sense of adoration washes over him.
Hannibal returns into the room with a warm, damp rag in his hand. He comes to the bed and sits down next to Will. He begins wiping him off. Will watches as Hannibal cares for him. It's alarmingly intimate. Hannibal finishes up. He walks back into his bathroom and discards the rag into his laundry hamper. He comes back to the bed and lays down next to Will. He lays on his side, perched on his elbow as looks at the younger man. They share eye contact.
Hannibal reaches out, drawing circles on Will's tummy. "How was that? Enjoyable?"
"Greatly…" Will replies. "Easier than I anticipated."
"I told you," Hannibal chuckles. Will smiles at him. The younger man looks away and then sits up. He gets to the edge of the bed and stands up. He picks his underwear off the floor and slips them back on. Hannibal watches, aching to speak. He does not want Will to go. He watches as Will gathers his clothes. He finds the bravery to speak up. "Will?"
Will looks at him. "Yes?"
As pitiful as ever, Hannibal calls out to him. "You don't have to sleep alone."
Will furrows his brows. He throws his head back and laughs. "What do you mean? You want to cuddle?" He chuckles incredulously.
Hannibal doesn't make eye contact. He speaks sincerely. "Yes."
Will feels his heart flutter and he gets serious. "Oh," He exhales. He rubs the back of his neck and looks around aimlessly. He swallows hard. "Okay."
Will crawls back into the bed and faces Hannibal. Hannibal opens his arm, inviting him into his chest. Will inhales sharply and accepts. He inches in, placing his head on Hannibal. Hannibal places his arm over him and kisses the top of his head. Will suddenly gets very hot, not at all used to being held. He decides to be honest with Hannibal.
"I'm not sure if anyone's ever cuddled me after sex…" Will says faintly.
Hannibal is aghast at that statement. Who wouldn't want this perfect angel close to them? He pulls Will all the way close and begins rubbing his back. "Well…" He brushes Will's curls back. "Looks like it's a night of firsts, huh?"
Will looks up at him and Hannibal looks down. Will hums softly and then buries his face in Hannibal's chest. "You're warm…" Will says, muffled. He yawns and wraps his arm around Hannibal's side. He closes his eyes and lets himself fully relax.
"Get some rest," Hannibal swoons. "I'm not going anywhere."
The two fall asleep within half an hour. Sated and content.