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Title: Taking Their Pleasure
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: NC-17
Author's Note: Sequel to "Explode."
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.


Nothing had ever felt like this.

He'd ridden Hannibal before, but it had never felt this .... immediate. He'd never felt as though he could do this all night, ride them both into oblivion.

Hannibal inside him, filling him, fucking him .... this was one of those moments that he lived for, one of those times when he wanted the rest of the world to simply disappear, and for this to last forever, just the two of them in this bed, locked in mutual pleasure.

No, Hannibal wasn't fucking him, he told himself as he raised himself up again, then slid slowly down onto his lover's cock. He was doing the fucking.

He was using Hannibal to pleasure himself.

But that wasn't quite true either, was it? He wasn't merely pleasuring himself; he was pleasuring both of them. He knew that Hannibal enjoyed this as much as he did.

Hannibal might not be moaning in pleasure, but Will could tell from the look on his face, the enraptured gaze that took in every line of his nude body as he moved slowly up and down, that Hannibal was taking just as much pleasure as he was from their coupling.

His lover simply didn't show that pleasure in words or sounds. He might stay silent, but there were ways to divine just what he was getting out of this.

WIll knew what he was getting out of it; he'd never felt pleasure like this before. It seemed to seep through him, permeating not only his body, but his very soul.

This was what he had been missing out on before he'd met Hannibal and given himself to another person for the first time. He had waited so long to find this kind of union, to enjoy this much pleasure. And it had been worth every moment of that long wait.

That pleasure was taking him over now, his climax rushing to the surface with a rapidity that he hadn't been aware of, an upward surge that he couldn't stop.

He didn't want to stop it. He wanted that pleasure to break free.

When it did, he couldn't hold back another cry, one of triumph as well as pleasure. He collapsed forward onto Hannibal, unable to hold himself up any longer.

Will felt those strong, muscular arms around him, holding him close against the warmth of Hannibal's body. He instinctively buried his face in the crook where Hannibal's neck met his shoulder; he didn't want to move from this position. He just wanted to lie here forever.

There had been distance between them at some points in their relationship, but it was gone now, swept away by this blissful joining.

He hoped that taking their pleasure like this meant that the distance was gone for good.