He lowers his head to Will’s flat stomach, breathing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his ribs, tasting him with his adventurous tongue. XXX He thinks he could look at him like this every day, always with a sense of wonder. He covers the string of beads with lube, spreading it along the ridges and into the spaces between. He reaches down to stroke his cheek tenderly, Will nuzzling against his palm. Hannibal cradles him, tenderly enfolded in his arms as they lay together on top of the damask coverlet. He wants to give him……an introduction, a taste of what it could feel like between them. A thin sheen of perspiration beads on Will’s brow as Hannibal guides his cock deeper with his hand. He cannot stifle his cries of anguish, but Hannibal can’t contain his need to move any longer.
