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Title: Put Me on Top
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "Good Changes."
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.


Will swallowed hard, forcing himself not to look towards the door that connected Hannibal's bedroom to his private bath, looking up at the ceiling instead.

He was lying on Hannibal's bed, waiting for what would come.

Why did he feel like a .... well, a sacrifice? That was ridiculous. He wanted this, wanted to be made love to, to be touched and taken.

He wanted their relationship to go back to what it had been. Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. He didn't want exactly what they had been before. He wanted something better, something that was more loving and more .... permanent. Yes, that was it.

Before, he had never been sure that Hannibal wanted him on a permanent basis. But now, he needed to feel that the two of them had a definite future.

Will was sure that Hannibal wanted that, too. IF he didn't, then he wouldn't have agreed to what Will had proposed -- to give himself completely to Hannibal in every way, to relinquish all control, to let Hannibal do whatever he wanted with him.

It was exciting to think of having that kind of freedom, of not having to hold himself back or to even think about what was happening between them.

He would simply let Hannibal take the reins.

Hannibal emerged from the bathroom, and Will had to fight the urge to cover his nude body with his hands. It almost felt odd to be looked at.

But he kept his hands still, merely looking up and meeting Hannibal's gaze as the other man approached the bed, then lay down next to him. He was careful not to look at Hannibal's body; he didn't want to look as though he was eager for what was going to happen.

In fact, he wasn't sure just how he felt about this. It was what he felt he had to do, but he was still more than a little afraid.

Maybe not afraid, he amended silently. More .... wary.

Hannibal lay back against the pillows, looking up at Will with a lazy smile curving his lips. "Will, I want us to try something tonight that we have never done before."

"What would that be?" Will could feel his heart rate speeding up; he didn't know what Hannibal had in mind, but he was sure that it would be something unusual. If they'd never done it before, then it had to be some kind of position that was out of the ordinary.

Not that Hannibal would do anything to hurt him, he was sure. Not after what he'd already been through. But his lover seemed to be jumping into this head first.

"Don't look so wary, Will." Hannibal's voice was soft, almost a caress. "You know that I have no intention of doing anything that I don't believe you are ready to handle. I think this is something that we will both enjoy. I want you to be on top of me."

Will understood immediately what Hannibal was after; the thought of being on top of his lover, his body on full view for Hannibal to appreciate, made his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

He'd never .... exposed himself in that way before.

But it wasn't as though he couldn't do it. And maybe it would be easier, this first time, for him to be the one who was more in control.

"I think you need to be in command of how deep the penetration is, and when you are ready for it," Hannibal continued, pillowing his head on his hands. "I know that you want to relinquish control, Will, but we may have to work up to doing that."

Will nodded slowly, accepting Hannibal's words. His lover was right. He couldn't simply hand over the reins of control; it would feel as though he was a captive again.

This was the way to take things. Slowly, one step at a time.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice slightly breathless. He didn't know what Hannibal had in mind, but whatever it was, he was willing to give it a try.

"I want you to be on top of me, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice very soft. "I want you to ride me. That way, you control how deep the penetration is, and you control when you are ready to take me in. You can take your time, and do what is most comfortable for you."

Will blinked, surprised at what Hannibal intended for them to do. He hadn't thought of this; it hadn't occurred to him that he could be in control in such a position.

But the more he thought about it, the more it appealed to him. There would be no sudden moves, nothing to make him feel that he had to fear any kind of pain.

He could take his time, and just as Hannibal said, he would control what happened. They would both get a lot of pleasure out of it, and hopefully, he would be able to get past the fears that had held him back ever since his traumatic ordeal.

"It sounds like a great idea to me," he said, sitting up. With a smile, he moved to straddle Hannibal's body, looking down at his lover and locking his gaze with the other man's.

There was no turning back now.

Hannibal slowly reached for the tube of lubricant that was sitting on the bedside table; Will hadn't noticed it before, but his lover had obviously made sure it was there.

"Spread your legs for me, lovely," Hannibal whispered, uncapping the bottle and coating his fingers with a generous amount of the the thick, slippery substance. Will did as he was told, closing his eyes and waiting with bated breath for those fingers to touch him.

When they did, his breath hissed in, then out again; one finger circled his entrance, then slipped inside him, quickly joined by another only a few seconds later.

It didn't hurt. There was no pain, none at all. It felt good.

Within moments, he was writhing on top of Hannibal; the sensations caused by those long fingers stroking against his prostate were flowing through his body.

But there was more to this than just manual stimulation. Will swallowed hard as Hannibal's fingers slipped out of him; he knew what he was expected to do, and even though he wanted this, a part of him was afraid to move, afraid to upset this delicate balance.

He had to move; he had to set this in motion. There was a reason that he had been put on top, and there was no longer any reason to delay.

Slowly, carefully, Will eased himself down on top of Hannibal, gasping when the large, blunt head of his lover's cock pressed against his entrance. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, knowing that there was going to be some inevitable pain.

It wouldn't last long, he told himself firmly. The pain would quickly turn to pleasure, and he would finally have gotten past the trauma that had held him back for so long.

He pushed his hips down in one quick, decisive movement.

A cry broke from Will's lips as Hannibal's own hips pushed upwards, penetrating him with one hard thrust. He stilled his own hips, his body rigid.

It was impossible to stay still for long. The feeling of Hannibal filling him was something he'd been waiting for, unconsciously, for quite a while now; there was nothing to hold him back at this point, nothing to keep him from taking what he so desperately wanted.

Will raised himself up, then let himself slide back down onto Hannibal's cock again. He heard what sounded like a soft, keening wail, a sound more of pleasure than of pain.

It took him a moment to realize that the sound was coming from his own throat.

There had been a momentary flash of pain when Hannibal had driven inside him, but now everything was pure pleasure, enveloping him like a velvet glove.

Will moved up and down on Hannibal's cock, his thighs tightening with each movement. He could feel his lover's hands on his narrow hips, guiding him, making sure that he didn't fall to one side or the other, those hands strong and sure on his body.

He wanted to cry out in pleasure, in triumph. He had done it -- he had leapt the abyss that had seemed to stretch so far in front of him, and he was safely on the other side.

He was safe in Hannibal's arms, safe in his bed. Nothing was ever going to come between them again; now that he had finally managed to conquer his fears, they would never again overtake him, or keep him from having all that he wanted and needed.

Will could feel his orgasm breaking free deep within him, rising to the surface, threatening to overcome him, to wash over his body and sweep all else away.

When it did, he was almost unprepared for the rush of sensation.

He was swept up to the stars; he was sure that if he raised a trembling hand above his head -- if he had the strength to move his limbs -- that he would be able to touch heaven.

With a soft cray that was half-groan, Will collapsed forward onto Hannibal's chest, resting his forehead on his lover's shoulder, closing his eyes. He felt completely boneless; he was sure that it would be a very long time before he could force himself to move.

Hannibal wasn't inside him any more; he had broken that intimate contact when he had pitched forward, but right now, that didn't seem important.

They had broken the barrier. They had come together, in love and desire.

"That was a good idea, to put me on top," Will murmured into Hannibal's shoulder. At the moment, he didn't think he had the strength to say anything else.

"Yes, it was, my beauty," Hannibal said, his voice very soft. Will could feel those long fingers stroking his hair, then moving down his back. They were warm, strong .... possessive. Hannibal was claiming him with only a touch, only a caress.

That was what he wanted, Will thought tiredly. He wanted to be claimed, to be owned. And he wanted no one but Hannibal to put that kind of claim on him.

This was all he wanted. This was where he needed to be.

Dimly, he felt Hannibal moving slightly, turning onto his side. Will was enveloped in those strong arms, and he drifted off to sleep, a contented smile curving his lips.