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Hannibal moans, the sound muffled by his lover's onslaught of sloppy kisses. Their tongues brush briefly, and then that wicked mouth leaves to print slick patterns on the eager canvas of his throat.
The two of them have been practically inseparable, ever since the fall. Will's hands are on him daily, usually multiple times a day. It's a pace that might be difficult to sustain in the long term, but after so many years spent desperate for any measure of the other man's affection, he'll gladly take as many moments of intimacy as Will cares to offer.
Will is panting into the crook of his neck, muttering little half-formed curses as he grinds. The insatiable boy hadn't even bothered to undress- his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and begging to be touched. Hannibal had simply been reading on the sofa when Will snatched the book from his hand and fell into his lap, kissing him fiercely before he'd even settled.
Hannibal gropes the other man's ass, tugging him closer by the hips and chuckling low in his throat when Will gasps. Will licks up the side of his neck before sucking Hannibal's earlobe into the wet heat of his mouth. Hannibal grunts, reaching up to finally unfasten his lover's belt.
"Hannibal," Will sighs, nosing at the hollow beneath his ear. "Hannibal, f-"
Hannibal shivers at the unexpected puffs of hot breath against his spit-slick skin. Short, quick, without rhythm.
He pauses.
Will is laughing.
"Do you...do you have pierced ears?" Will asks, chuckling as he leans back. He tugs lightly at Hannibal's earlobe, kiss-swollen lips breaking into a grin.
Hannibal laughs as well, rubbing lazily at Will's thighs as he speaks. "They're long since closed, now. But they were once, when I was younger."
Will is still snickering. Hannibal tries to look unamused. It's nearly impossible. "Something funny, beloved?"
Will shrugs, falling against him to throw his arms round Hannibal's neck. It's difficult to ignore the other man's erection like this, but he ducks his head to litter Will's neck with kisses as a distraction.
"It's just so difficult for me to picture you... young," Will mumbles. "I try to and I just picture little Hannibal Lecter with that same stern face, going to kindergarten in a three-piece suit."
Hannibal smiles against his skin. It's so new, seeing Will this open. Not only his near-constant demands for affection and attention, but the new warmth and comfort he's found. Once they were settled here, fully healed and confident that their trails had gone cold, his Will had simply opened like a flower. He's always been beautiful. Lord, he's breathtaking like this. Happy.
"I assure you I was young once, Will. Young, and a bit reckless."
Will hums. "A bad boy, then?" He prods with a cheeky wiggle of his hips.
"Perhaps. Aside from the piercings, I wore my hair longer. Drove a motorcycle without a helmet. My kills were less elegant, more primal. I even smoked for a time, if you can believe it."
Will pulls back again, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. "You drove a motorcycle?"
"I still drive them," he replies, delighting at Will's obvious interest. "More cautiously, but I do. I drove one in Florence. I haven't seen fit to purchase one here, but I certainly could if you-"
The kiss Will uses to silence him is utterly filthy, his tongue dragging along Hannibal's teeth before nipping at his lower lip.
"Fuck, Han," He growls, sent into a fresh frenzy. He reaches down and starts undoing Hannibal's pants with fumbling hands, too eager to remain steady. "You would've wrecked me if we'd met then- Jeffrey Dahmer meets James fucking Dean, holy shit."
Hannibal groans when Will reaches into his pants, grabbing his cock. "You would've barely been out of high school at the time," he muses with gasping breaths. "So innocent. I could have pulled you away from home, corrupted you before you even had the chance to become acquainted with your darkness. Doomed from the start."
Hannibal wraps a hand around both of their aching cocks, stroking them together. Will manages a breathless chuckle, his hips rolling impatiently into the touch. "You think I was some pure little Peace Lily before the Chesapeake Ripper caught my eye? I had a bad boy phase, too."
"Did you?" Hannibal growls, sinking his teeth into Will's neck.
Will whimpers, nodding. "N-not as bad as you, of course," he says around gasps and breathy moans. "But I would've wanted to run away with you, definitely. I would've skipped class to smoke pot and seen you outside my dorm with- fuck, that fucking motorcycle." He laughs, eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "Don't know which I'd wanna ride first."
Hannibal licks the bites scattered across Will's throat. "Perfection," he murmurs.
Will moans, tipping his head back.
"...You're not the only one who had piercings, you know."
He furrows his brows, looking at Will's ears as if for evidence. Will falls close, breathes hot and heavy into Hannibal's ear.
"I had a tongue piercing," he whispers, and punctuates the fact by licking the sensitive shell of his ear.
Hannibal shudders. The image his mind conjures is almost painfully arousing. A young, college-aged Will Graham, joint between his fingers and lips parted. Pierced tongue peeking out to lick them, so tempting without even trying. "Will-"
"Did you know they make tongue rings that vibrate?" he teases, nipping at his lobe.
Hannibal growls, letting go of their cocks to grab Will by the hips and lift him as he stands. The teasing is too much to bear any longer, he almost moans at the idea of Will's clever tongue buzzing as it curls around the head of his cock. Will yelps in delight and surprise, immediately wrapping strong legs around Hannibal's waist.
"I may not be young and reckless any longer, but I can still give you any thrill you like, my love" Hannibal says, voice dark and low as he starts for the bedroom.
Will holds him closer, sighing happily. "I know you can, you always do."