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Title: Natural Sensuality
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 8, 50ficlets
Prompt: 39, Sensual
Author's Note: This is a 50-ficlet AU series for Will/Hannibal. In this universe, the two of them are deeply in love with each other, though neither knows quite how to bring that love out into the open.
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'd never wanted anything so badly in his life.

Will pulled away from Hannibal slightly, panting, his breath coming in gasps. He wanted them to make love now, rather than waiting until another night.

But he had promised Hannibal that they would try to hold back a little, to not be so eager to fall into bed with each other. Hannibal wanted to take this slowly, and Will wanted to acquiesce to those wishes. He knew that Hannibal was right about it being best.

If they took things slowly, they would last.

He had seen the follies of jumping into relationships too quickly, and he didn't want to make that same mistake himself. He wasn't going to lose Hannibal by rushing.

But it was so hard not to want Hannibal, not to want to sink into their lovemaking. They'd only done it three times now, but it felt as though they had been lovers forever. Their bodies seemed to have a kinship between them, an understanding.

Somehow, he'd known they would. He had known that the two of them would blend into each other, as if they'd been together before, in another lifetime.

He wasn't surprised by their closeness. Not at all.

What did surprise him was how sensual he himself had become. It was as though he'd been waiting for this chance all of his life, for the opportunity to express himself with his body, without words, with the actions of a man in love.

Will hadn't expected that kind of sensuality to be hidden within him. He hadn't known that it was there, and in some ways, it frightened him.

Had he always been so sensual? Had it merely taken falling in love with the right person, letting himself trust someone enough to be sexual with them, that had brought it out? Had he always harbored such a wanton side inside himself, a side he'd never dreamed existed?

It had taken Hannibal to bring that sensuality out front and center.

He wasn't ashamed of that sensuality, or embarrassed by it. Not when he was with Hannibal. It felt natural and normal, as though it had always been a part of him.

Maybe it always had been, Will mused. Maybe it was just coming out so strongly now because he'd held it back for so long, because he'd never been able to express it before. Maybe it had just been waiting, and now that the floodgates were open, it was eager to get out.

Well, he was definitely expressing it now, he thought as he reached for Hannibal again and wrapped his arms around his lover. He didn't blame Hannibal for wanting to take things slowly, but he needed the physical contact, needed the other man's touch.

As though Hannibal knew what he was thinking, he wrapped his arms around Will in response, easing him down onto his back and looking down at him.

Will could see love in those dark eyes.

He raised a hand to stroke his fingers through Hannibal's hair, smiling up at his lover. He couldn't mistake that look of love for anything else; it was shining there for the world to see, unfettered and unashamed. He knew that this man loved him. It was written in his eyes.

And his own love for Hannibal shone just as strongly in his own gaze; he didn't doubt that for an instant. He loved Hannibal too much to hold those feelings back.

"I know we need to take this slowly," he said softly, wishing that they could simply throw caution to the winds and indulge themselves in each other's bodies again. "But when you look at me like that, it's kind of hard to remember why we're doing that."

Hannibal's answer was a soft laugh, one that rumbled in his chest.

"Sometimes I question the intelligence of taking things slowly myself," he confessed. "It's very hard to do that when I want you so badly, Will."

Will stretched out his long, lean body under the covers, arching his back slightly so that his skin met the other man's. Hannibal's eyes widened slightly at the intimate contact; he probably hadn't expected such a wantonly sensual move to come from his lover.

But he was learning a lot about his own sensuality, Will thought with an inward smirk. And he was learning just what pleased Hannibal -- and what drove him wild.

He was determined to use that knowledge to his advantage at the moment.

Will moved closer to Hannibal under the covers, enticing the older man with his body. Maybe that wasn't playing fair, but it was a part of his sensuality that he was learning to set free, and he could use all of the practice he could get, he told himself.

After all, he would using that sensuality to seduce Hannibal for the rest of their lives, and he intended to make sure that he was very good at doing so.

Judging from Hannibal's reaction, he was definitely getting there.