Moths Are Gothic Butterflies

Letting his finger be sucked into Hannibal’s mouth, it isn’t hard to imagine the same happening to his cock.  He rocks his hand forward, gently, to make Hannibal tilt his head back; his finger crooking to press into the soft muscle of Hannibal’s tongue.  When Hannibal finishes, Will watches the remaining glint on his upper lip.

“Good.”  He says, catching Hannibal’s chin in his hand.  He rubs that glint on Hannibal’s lip with his thumb.  It’s addictive, the way he can manipulate just this small part of Hannibal; the flesh pinking a little as he presses and pushes, feeling the teeth behind the lips.

Will leans in, just close enough that his breath puffs against Hannibal’s skin and he can see the distinct lines of color in Hannibal’s eyes.  His lips brush Hannibal’s slightly when he speaks: “Want some more?”

His hand moves to cup Hannibal’s neck, the base of his palm on the Adam’s apple.  He doesn’t apply any pressure, yet.

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Well, Will thought, it's a helluva 'how do you do,' and a lot more concise.

Swept up in the passion of the moment, Will followed for a few heartbeats. He let his mouth and body be moulded to Hannibal's will, his tongue and hands. With a moan, he began to push back; his grip a little more forceful and his teeth a little more biting. He clutched Hannibal's scalp in his fingers and kissed like he'd damn well die if they stopped.

// lil smth smth for the lulz // [runsonfear]: "I want the K"

Send me I want the K and I’ll generate a number; 21: Then there’s tongue

Hannibal grabbed Will rather forcefully, with one arm wrapped around his back, and pulled him into a kiss. Hannibal parted his lips slightly and let his tongue gently outline Will’s lip. Not even waiting to see if Will would reciprocate in the lip parting, he pushed his tongue past Will’s lips and into his mouth, finding the younger man’s tongue and running his across it. 

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.

Plate XIII.

British Butterflies. 1860.

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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.”

Will allowed Hannibal to do this; let his hand be guided down and to the undoing of that top button.  He pressed his nail into the skin, feeling the dusting of chest hair there catch as he scratched his way down.  He let himself be guided back to the bowl, hands braced against Hannibal’s shoulders for balance.

“Then I’ll give you me.”  Will said, and felt the warmth of chocolate and Hannibal’s lips against his own.  He licked around and in Hannibal’s mouth, scraping his teeth against lips and tongue.  He brought a hand up to cup Hannibal’s neck and adjust the angle; he wanted to taste as much of this man as possible.  With his free hand, he undid the rest of the shirt buttons and ran his fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, sometimes scratching down to feel that rhythmic catching of hair against nails.

Pulling away, breathing a bit labored, Will wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  His fingers lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal some of his skin.  He paused and his mouth twitched into a smirk:

“What’s the magic word?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

“Could be.  C'mere.”

“That’s quite a line of questioning. Any theme you’re hoping for?”

[text]: Oh my God.

[text]: That was six.

[text]: What did you do?  Drink half your stores of fifty year old wines by yourself?

// i s2g this website is shit for sending asks and if i've just sent this to you multiple times i am so sorry // [runsonfear]: ⁇

“⁇” for a drunk text.

[text] Willl

[text] Wil

[text] Wiilll

[text] Willlllll

[text] It is impo ssible to count how many ls are in your name if i accidentally use more than 2

[text] Willllll

[text] How many wasa that?

[text] we don’t know.

Well excuse me, I didn't think you'd appreciate hauling bags of bait and a pole into the middle of a freezing river for hours on end.  My apologies, angel-fish.

yeah, SURE you knew.  SURE you did. 

but now that you mention it, going without me was a dick move.  is it because you don’t think i’d look sexy in waders?  i’ll have you know that my ass looks fantastic when covered in loose-fitting rubber.