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. ass porn Hannibal stops, lowering his lips to nip at Will’s chin soothingly. Hannibal doesn’t want to stop now. He plays with the smooth head, fantasizing about dipping the tip of his tongue into his slit, sucking out the pre-cum; he wonders what Hannibal tastes like. Being here, in Lecter’s inner sanctum, he is acutely aware of every sound, every pulse of unforeseen, thrilling anticipation. Will reaches for him, hands scabbling at his arms in frustration. Hannibal leans into the kiss, letting Will control their fervid coupling. Hannibal’s hand slips, startling at Will’s piercing gaze as it meets his own, and nicks the skin above his pulse point. Will lifts his face, opening his mouth more for Hannibal’s exploration, encouraged by the small moans coming from his throat. Although he’s had dinner here many times in the past, sat in his study over countless therapy sessions, Will can’t quite shake the sensation that he is crossing some kind of unspoken line by being here in these
