Title: Private Paradise
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: Personal Challenge 2, 1drabble
Prompt: 6, Paradise
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.
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Will raised his head, taking a deep breath, his body tensed and waiting. He knew that Hannibal wouldn't give him any warning before he was entered; he seemed to like to hear Will's startled gasp, to feel his body go taut around him at that first deep thrust.When that thrust came, Will couldn't hold back a cry; Hannibal wouldn't mind that, he knew. His lover liked to hear him cry out, to know that he was making an impression.
And what an impression it was, Will told himself as Hannibal withdrew, then thrust back into him again, harder and deeper than before. Nothing could compare to this; the pleasure and pain mingled into one, the sensations almost too much for him to bear.
It was paradise. He was being lifted above the clouds, into the sun.
Will gripped the edges of the desk, gasping as Hannibal pushed him down. He was almost laying on top of the desk now; it was hard to keep his feet on the ground with each thrust. Hannibal was usually a little rough with him, but this was something new.
He didn't mind it, not really. There was a part of him that liked being handled roughly; when he looked at his body in the mirror and saw the bruises that Hannibal had left on his skin, that was only proof that he belonged to the man he'd chosen to take as his lover.
The feeling of being manhandled was a kind of freedom, one that he'd never thought he would revel it. But being with Hannibal had opened up new horizons for him; he'd never imagined that he could feel like this, that he could give himself to anyone so completely.
His muscles were tensing, his body tightening; he was close to the edge, close fo that paradise he sought. He reached for it, crying out Hannibal's name as the other man thrust inside him again, his body shuddering as his release poured over him like a flood.
He'd never thought this kind of ecstasy could exist, much less that it would be his.
Will slumped across the desk as Hannibal pulled out of him; he could feel the other man moving away, hear him picking up his clothes. He doubted that Hannibal would get dressed again; they would undoubtedly be continuing their evening upstairs in the bedroom.
He wanted to be taken back to their own private paradise again and again; the night was still young, and he was sure that Hannibal had plans for them.
Will slowly straightened up and turned around, not bothering to reach for his clothes. Hannibal was standing in the doorway, holding out a hand to him. Without a word, Will moved to stand next to him, taking his lover's hand and following him from the living room and up the stairs.
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