Title: So Much More
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Table: 50ficlets
Prompt: 26, Sex
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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Their clothes seemed to simply fall away.Will didn't know how they were suddenly naked; he didn't remember removing anything. He could only think of Sherlock, and of how much he wanted this man.
Sherlock's skin was under his hands, soft and smooth, his body slim and yet muscular. He knew this body; he'd touched Sherlock so many times.
But this time would be different. This time, they would actually make love. Sherlock would be inside him; their bodies would be joined in a way that he'd never experienced before. Sherlock would be his first, just as he would be Sherlock's first. They would take this leap together.
This was what he wanted, what he'd wanted since the first time Sherlock had kissed him. They were finally going to consummate their feelings for each other physically.
How could he not want this? And it was so much more than just sex. This was love; this was not only a matter of bodies meeting, but hearts and souls as well.
It was finally going to happen. It was happening.
They fell onto the bed, and out of the corner of his eye, Will saw Sherlock reach for the drawer of the bedside table for the lube they'd put there.
Both of them had probably felt that this was going to be the time when they came together; they had known that this trip was going to be more than they'd originally planned.
He spread his legs, giving Sherlock better access to his body, feeling the other man's warm fingers sliding between his parted thighs. Will gasped softly when one finger pressed against his entrance, then slid inside him more easily than he'd thought it would.
So this was what it felt like, he thought dazedly.
It was wonderful. It felt better than he'd ever dreamed it could, but that was only because this was Sherlock touching him, the man he loved with all of his being.
His hips bucked upwards as a second finger entered him, the feeling of fullness making him gasp again, his blue eyes widening with pleasure.
His hand clutched Sherlock's shoulders, holding on to his lover.
He gasped again in surprise when Sherlock's fingers slid out of him, and his lover moved over him to gaze down into his eyes. Will had never seen such an expression of desire on anyone's face -- not only desire, but love. He could feel how much Sherlock loved and wanted him.
All the love and desire in the world were in that gaze, those pale aquamarine eyes taking in his face as though he was the loveliest being that Sherlock had ever seen.
Will's hands tightened on Sherlock's shoulders; all he wanted was for this man to be inside him, to fill him, to take him, to join their two bodies as one.
And then his lover thrust inside him, and the intense pleasure began in earnest.
Will wrapped his legs around Sherlock's waist, a low, guttural moan coming from his throat. It was a sound of pure, incredible pleasure, one that he'd never felt before.
No one other than Sherlock could make him feel like this; of that he was utterly convinced. They had been made for each other, meant to come together like this.
Sherlock felt it, too. He didn't doubt that for a moment. He could tell by the look on his lover's face, by the way that the other man moaned his name aloud, by the expression in those pale eyes. Their gazes locked and held, just as their bodies locked in this fierce mating dance.
Will wanted this to last forever, though he knew that it couldn't. All too soon, it was spiraling to a climax; he was being lifted to the stars, to dizzying heights that he'd never reached.
When his orgasm broke over him, it was as though he was drowning in waves of pleasure, sensations that were unlike anything he'd ever thought he could experience.
And it was all because of the man who he'd given himself to.
Will curled into Sherlock's arms with a soft sigh of satisfaction, closing his eyes as he drifted back down to earth, safely held in the protection of his lover's arms.
"I love you," he whispered as he buried his face against Sherlock's chest, knowing that no other words were needed. Those three were more than enough.
Those words expressed exactly how he felt; nothing else needed to be said. He had shown Sherlock how much he was loved by sharing his body with the other man, and the words were only a confirmation of those feelings. He was sure that his lover felt just the same.
This was so much more than sex; this was love in its purest form, a love that reached to the stars and beyond, a love that would only grow stronger with time.
"And I love you, my darling," Sherlock whispered, his deep voice wrapping around WIll like a soft, warm blanket. "Now and always, Will. Never forget that."
Will smiled at those words, snuggling into Sherlock's embrace.
"I won't," he promised, sounding sleepy and sated. He wanted nothing more than to sleep in Sherlock's arms, and to wake in the morning and do this all over again.
It only took moments for him to fall asleep cuddled next to his boyfriend, falling into dreams of the future, dreams that held only light and love, dreams that seemed just as potent as reality.
Those dreams brought a smile to Will's lips, and joy to his heart.
He had no way of knowing if those dreams would come true, but he hoped they would.
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