Will watches the flex and roll of Hannibal’s muscles for a few moments; the suggestion beneath his shirt, the tightening sinews of his arms. He removes his own jacket, folding it over one of the kitchen stools. Instead of rolling up his sleeves, he undoes the buttons of his shirt and discards it the same way; he stretches his arms, now feeling a little freer in just his undershirt.
“You think this’ll be enough, then?” He stirs the chocolate with a wooden spoon, turning it over to keep the temperature even. It occurs to him that, at a previous time and place in their lives, Will might have had an issue with Hannibal having an entire bowl of chocolate ready for this. It also occurs to him that he is no longer the Will that would have that issue.
He dips his finger into the chocolate, about up to the second joint, covering it in thick syrup. He walks over and brings the chocolate up to Hannibal’s lips. “Tell me how it is.”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”
Ten minutes. Ten friggin minutes slowly creeping over to this guy, including s l o w l y edging my way closer on my elbows and knees to get some nice close-ups. The results made me happy.
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You know there's a difference between understanding and knowing.
I resent that. I would think by now we’ve got a fair understanding of each other.
Jesus. Alright, how's this?: I'd like to know why you're so keen on fucking me. Let's start there.
Alright then. What would you like to know?
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Will brings his own wine glass to his lips; an unintentional mirroring. "What kind of tricks? Are we talking Benihana or…?”
The wine is white and not over-sweet; a light taste to cleanse the palate and compliment the meat. That’s the extent of Will’s knowledge on the matter, but he appreciates it all the same.
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”
Which head or yours is doing the thinking right now? The big one or the little one?
Try again.
You don’t.
Your standards were set when you displayed Randall as you did.
I’m not your standard, I’m your goal.
Lust burns inside you, I can hear it soaking your words.
Will outright grinned. There is a certain flavor of satisfaction that comes from being the first to do anything for someone. Having this would be another link in the gold chain of his mind, tying together the various impressions he had of the man in front of him.
“I think you will,” he said, fingers working to unclasp the belt and slip it out from its loops. “And I’ll start slow. Make it last as long as it needs to.” The leather was tough and smooth in his palm. Folding it once, he gave one soft smack of it against his palm. He folded it one more time and did it again, this time satisfied with the sharp, tight sound he got.
Standing up to full height again, he unzipped Hannibal’s pants and slipped his fingers down to palm the hard girth there. He wanted to feel it before he saw it:
“Well, shit, Dr. Lecter,” he murmured, “not bad at all.”
He continued to stroke, lightly, as he continued: “I need you to pick a word. Any word you like, but it’s got to be short and easy to remember.” Absently, he slid the belt gently up and down Hannibal’s thigh, his back, up under his chin. “Anytime you want me to stop, use that word. I’ll stop no matter what, alright?”
He nipped at his new lover’s jaw while his mind whirred over a myriad of possibilities; some included the belt, the counter, the chocolate, and the hours left to them in the night. “What’s your word, Hannibal?”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”
He notices his mouth has gone open: just a little breath shaped ‘o.’ Taking the wineglass he finishes it off in one gulp, hissing between his teeth when the bitter front of the wine blooms in his throat.
“Now that,” he stands, letting his eyes run over the shape and fabric of Hannibal’s suit, “does arouse my interest.”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”
Indie RP blog for Will Graham from Hannibal series. TV/Book-verse. Made for the express purpose of roleplaying with one particular Hannibal because Mun has no control over their life. Cheers.
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