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Title: Liberation
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Personal Challenge 2, 1drabble
Prompt: 17, Dirty
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.


With trembling hands, Will uncapped the tube of lubricant and squeezed a good amount of the slippery substance onto his fingers, then sat down in the chair that Hannibal had obviously prepared with a towel for him to sit on so the lube wouldn't stain the fabric.

He leaned his head back, taking a deep breath. Hannibal might be pretending to read, but he knew that his lover was surreptitiously watching him.

Hannibal liked to play these kinds of games; he liked to make Will do something that he was uncomfortable with. It was getting easier to touch himself each time that Hannibal told him to do so, but he was still a long way from being comfortable with his own body.

Hannibal had told him that they had to work on that.

Will spread his legs, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers brushed against his balls. It was amazing just how good it could feel to touch himself when he'd been given the freedom to do so, and he knew that he didn't have to feel shame for it.

Slowly, carefully, he eased one finger inside himself, wincing slightly as he probed deeper. He knew that his lover wanted to see his reactions to what he was doing; he made sure to tilt his hips upwards so Hannibal could see just what he was doing.

With anyone else, this would seem so dirty and wrong. But with Hannibal calmly watching what he was doing, it felt as though he was freeing himself from the chains of shame and guilt that had been forged around him since he was a child and had been berated for touching himself.

Hannibal had given him so much -- the freedom to be who he was, to discover more about himself than he'd ever done before. He now had the freedom to explore his own body without guilt, and to derive pleasure from his own touch. It was exhilarating, heady, inspiring.

It was liberating. It was a freedom he had never thought he would feel.

No, this didn't feel dirty at all with Hannibal. Rather, it felt as though he was giving them both pleasure, even though Hannibal was a few feet away from him. He knew that his lover liked to watch him please himself; Hannibal had told him often enough that he was beautiful like this.

And he felt beautiful. He felt energized, sensual, and ready for whatever Hannibal wanted to do to him. He would please himself, and then Hannibal would take over.

When Hannibal looked up from his book and their gazes met; Will slipped another finger inside himself, his eyes closing involuntarily from the rush of pleasure. He didn't know how long this would last, but he was going to enjoy every second of it while it was happening.