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Hannibal's office was dim and smelled of copper. Will didn't let himself think about that, instead focusing on the figure looming above him in his chair.
Will bit his lip as Hannibal's hand trailed down his leg. "Shouldn't we be, not doing this here?" he whispered and Hannibal just smiled serenely. Will found himself clinging to Hannibal's back as he was scooped up; settled back onto the edge of a thick desk, a show of strength and a powerplay. Whimpering, he grabbed at Hannibal's tie and stared determinedly at it. "I've never... Done this before," he whispered, jumping when Hannibal's lips press against his ear. "I know," is all the answer he recieves. Hannibal seated himself in the chair Will had previously occupied, eyes probing his face. Will felt himself blushing and Hannibal gently cupped his jaw in one hand. Pulling him down for a surprisingly chaste kiss, Hannibal slid one hand under Will's right thigh and the stag flicked an ear. "Do you see it now?" Hannibal purred, and Will shivered. Another hand stroked up his thigh, a kiss stealing away his small moan.
Breaking the kiss, Will turned his eyes to the ceiling and tried not to swallow hard. He refused to come in his pants just at petting, and Hannibal seemed to know what he was thinking. A rustle of clothing left the other man jacketless and nearly tie-less, the stag now alert. Will gave in and swallowed hard. Hannibal unbuttoned the top of Will's shirt before Will found it in himself to move. One hand resting upon Hannibal's shoulder and the other gripping the desk edge hard, Hannibal paused for a moment with concerned eyes. Will nodded slowly and Hannibal continued; the stag flashed through the forest before him. A soft moan escaped Will's lips and Hannibal leaned forward to kiss it away again. The stag blinked and Will found himself pressing a tongue forward, to be met by the other man's. A soft shudder ran down his spine and his shirt fell open with the movement.
Hannibal moved to unbutton his own shirt, letting Will even the playing field slowly. Boldened by Hannibal's careful gaze, Will moved to shuck his pants before he could lose his nerve. Hannibal's breath caught and Will allowed himself a moment of pride before kicking off his shoes and toeing down his pants. Hannibal's thumbs rub over his hips and Will stuttered at that, knowing what those same hands are capable of doing and what they have done. The stag crouched and Will slipped into Hannibal's lap, knees locked around the other's thighs. Hannibal presses dry lips to his throat, and Will fails to vocalise anything but a sigh. Teeth edged along his skin and down to his exposed collarbones, Will arching his back into his lover. Hannibal's hands rose from his hips to stroke his thin back beneath his shirt and more forceful kisses are pressed above Will's sternum, heart, a tongue counted his ribs.
"Someone needs to feed you..." Will gasped at Hannibal's trailing statement, hands falling to the armrests of his chair. The stag faltered, legs frozen, and Will found his arousal more pressing that he remembered. Hannibal smirked, kissing Will before wrapping long fingers around his clothed cock and pulling. Will rose from Hannibal's lap with a strangled shout and Hannibal merely twisted his wrist. Will's fingers creaked on the armrests, and Hannibal took pity on him. Pushing his plain boxers down, Hannibal leaned forward and retrieved a small container. Will didn't remember him putting it there, didn't care. He could hardly focus with Hannibal's hand wrapped around his cock. Hannibal paused to pull Will's boxers to his knees, letting him shift slightly and throw the offending clothing to the floor. Will whined until Hannibal returned to his dick and stroked roughly. A small click had Will tensing on his knees and Hannibal leaned forward to kiss the tension away.
An unpleasant cold found him and a finger much thicker than it looked slid into him. Will shuddered, trying to stay relaxed and failing miserably. The burn was unfamiliar and made his thighs shake. Hannibal coaxed him open, eyes focused on the shifting tendons of the smaller man's throat. Biting along Will's shoulders, Hannibal added another finger, ignoring the broken groan from above him. Another finger far too quickly had Will writhing on his hand, begging for release or blood or God. Hannibal smiled and the stag fell to the forest floor. Will clenched his teeth on a sob and Hannibal bit down harder; Will felt his cock twitch and precome smeared across his stomach. Hannibal drew back his fingers and Will felt an acute sense of loss, articulating it through a displeased moan. Hannibal comforted him with promises of soon, Will shifting from his lap enough to reach his pants. Hannibal hardly bothered with the zipper, arm twisting quickly and pushing cloth out of the way. Will saw skin, felt blood pumping and panted. Cock finally free, Hannibal stroked them both in one hand until Will was shivering at the stimulation.
Precome dripped freely onto their skin, Hannibal flushed against Will's pale thighs. He felt a faint sense of dread at the stretch as he watched Hannibal's hand skim his own cock with the cold, clear lube. The stag heaved on the forest moss, and Will closed his eyes as Hannibal's hands guided him down. A litany of curses and prayers spilled from Will as Hannibal shuddered in his chair, the desk scooted across the floor as Hannibal's foot caught the edge. Will threw his head back with a silent scream and Hannibal pushed his hips down hard. Will felt the roll of the other's hips, the sparking friction lighting up his spine and throwing his heart into a frenzy. Cock smearing precome across Hannibal's stomach, he stuttered out a semblance of his lover's name and Hannibal broke his calm exterior.
Teeth sank into Will's neck as the stag exhaled into the mist; a finger pressed across his nipple and pinched. Will clenched his knees as Hannibal thrust into him, an animal snarl ripped from his chest as Will bared his throat. Hands bracketed his legs, a keening noise breaking from his lips as a cock roughly pushed and pulled him apart. Blood dripped from the stag's mouth and Will stammered his way through an orgasm as Hannibal snapped cruel hips into his. Limp, Will let himself sink onto Hannibal's lap as hands dug into his hips. His lungs were collapsing and the aftershocks ripped sobs from him.
Will's eyes could only focus on Hannibal's lips and the words there terrified him. The stag had fallen and Will let Hannibal's praises and confessions wash over him, a Sunday school sin no longer hanging between them. Hannibal closed his eyes and Will gasped at the sensation of being filled, a cock sliding out of him and a blush rising across his exposed chest. It felt like an eternity before fingers stroked across his cheeks, thumbs tugged at the corners of his closed eyes. He simply turned and pressed a kiss to the palm of a dirty hand.