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Title: Better Than His Dreams
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Table: Table 2, 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 16, Kissing
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.
***He liked kissing. Oh, yes, he liked kissing very much.
Will didn't want to pull away and open his eyes; he wanted to stay right where he was, kissing Sherlock forever, feeling those soft lips on his.
Sherlock had the most incredible lips, he thought with a soft sigh of contentment. He might never have been kissed before Will, but he had definitely gotten very good at it in the time that they'd been together. In fact, he was a master.
Will had been kissed before, by both men and women, but there had never been a kiss that aroused him in the way that Sherlock's did.
No one else's kiss had ever made him feel this surging desire that came from deep within him, the desire to throw all caution to the winds and further than just kissing. No one else's kiss had ever made him want them the way that he wanted Sherlock.
Their kisses always grew more and more intimate, until he was sure that his desire would overtake him and they would end up in bed.
But so far, that hadn't happened.
It would, Will assured himself. He was absolutely certain of that. He and Sherlock would eventually be in bed together, taking their kissing much further.
What would making love with Sherlock be like? Since neither of them had ever been physically intimate with anyone before, Will didn't doubt that there would be a few awkward moments, but he was sure that they would be able to overcome those.
They both wanted to be with each other, he told himself. So that meant that any awkwardness would be quickly smoothed over by their mutual desire.
Whenever it happened, it would be an amazing experience.
But right now, the only experience he wanted to concentrate on was kissing his boyfriend. He tightened his arms around Sherlock's waist, pulling him closer.
Maybe they should be working on that baffling case, but at the moment, it wasn't on his mind. They were here at home, late in the evening before they would get ready for bed, and they had been working all day. They needed some quiet time together.
They couldn't always concentrate on cases. There was more to life than working, as both of them were quickly discovering.
The case that they had now was a baffling one, but he was sure that they'd work it out. It might seem to be a frustratingly impossible case, but he was sure that it wasn't.
Why was he thinking about a case? He was here, in Sherlock's arms, and those amazing lips were on his. He had been staring at Sherlock's mouth all day; every time his boyfriend spoke, Will had licked his lips, wishing that they were kissing.
And now they were, and it was incredible. That mouth was so soft, so sweet. Will was sure that Sherlock's kisses tasted like paradise.
A paradise that he never wanted to leave.
How could any kiss be this sweet? If he wasn't tasting these kisses himself, Will would scoff at the idea of anyone actually tasting like honey.
But that was what Sherlock's lips tasted like to him; the sweetest honey, the nectar of the gods. No other kiss had ever tasted like this; no other kiss had ever moved him to this kind of passion, made him want to tear off his clothes and beg to be taken.
No, things weren't going to go that far yet. For now, it was enough to have Sherlock's mouth take his, over and over, lifting him towards the stars.
He was in heaven, and he never wanted to come back down to earth.
Kissing Sherlock was everything he'd dreamed it would be. No, Will corrected himself, clinging even more tightly to his boyfriend. It was even better than his dreams.
If kissing was this good, what would it be like when they were finally together, when they made love for the first time? Will was sure that it would be amazing, an experience to remember for all of his life and beyond, the culmination of all his dreams.
Making love with Sherlock would be wonderful, but for now, just kissing him was enough. They were both getting very good at this kissing thing.
Of course, he'd been kissed before, but never with any kind of fervor that equaled this. Will was sure that Sherlock felt the same passion he did; there was no way that his boyfriend could hold him and kiss him this way and not be physically stirred.
They would hold that passion back for now, but he knew that it would have to come out sooner or later -- and when it did, they would be caught up in a storm.
A storm of their own making, one that they would revel in.
When he finally pulled away from Sherlock slightly, Will felt dazed, but sated and happy. And all he could think of was how soon he wanted to be kissed again.
Looking at his boyfriend, he was sure that Sherlock felt the same. Those beautiful lips were curved in a smile of contentment, but Will didn't doubt that Sherlock was just as hungry for more kissing as he was. They would probably be here on the couch long into the night.
And that was just fine with him, he thought with an inward smile. He reached for Sherlock again, no words needed to communicate just how he was feeling.
Will closed his eyes as he sank into yet another kiss.
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