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Pleasant rain pattered against the bedroom window as the last of the sunlight, shadowed by dark clouds, slipped past the horizon. Will looked at himself in the mirror as he held up a bowtie and tie to his neck deciding which to wear for the evening. Hannibal entered the room, adjusting his cufflinks, and walked behind Will and slipped his arms around his waist, resting his head on Will’s shoulder. He rubbed his hands over Will’s stomach and gently kissed his neck.
Hannibal tilted his head to look up at Will. “Still undecided?”
Will sighed, frustration growing in his voice, tensing up his muscles. “This is not exactly my area of expertise,” he spoke, then mumbled under his breath, “the theatre will be dark anyway...”
“An opera house, not a theatre.” Hannibal corrected, a twinkle in his eye. Poking the bear wasn’t wise, but he knew he’d get away with it. Will simply rolled his eyes and opted to bite his tongue.
Hannibal pulled away and manually turned Will around to face him. “Let me help you.” Will readily handed Hannibal the options and Hannibal looked at them for a few moments before deciding on the tie. Without a word, he slipped it around Will’s neck and under his collar and tied it for him; a crisp fishbone knot kissed his Adam’s apple. He patted Will’s chest and smiled. “There. Is it too tight?”
Will shook his head. “No, feels good. Thanks.”
“Good, then we should get going, the weather might impede traffic and I’d rather not rush or be late.” Hannibal reached for Will’s hand and they both left.
The rain fell heavier within minutes of getting in the car. The drive was longer to this opera house, and they hoped the weather didn’t prolong it further. They frequented this one because Hannibal preferred it over the one closer to home. The staff is nicer, and the place is much cleaner. Besides, where else do you have to be tonight? The roads were usually empty, long stretches cutting through uninhabited woods guiding them into the next city over. Will let his mind wander as Hannibal drove, and the pattering against the roof quieted his thoughts. He fully relaxed and closed his eyes. He shifted his weight, feeling an ill-timed pulse fueling his cock. Will looked through the window and saw it was pitch black outside and their road was single lane. No one in sight, he thought to himself.
Will licked his lips, spread his legs, and his hand snaked to his groin. He dug the heel of his hand in hard, moaning softly. Hannibal passed him a short glance but paid no mind, focused on the road. Will smiled and reached over to Hannibal who was hard, too, but Hannibal slapped his hand.
“I’m driving Will,” Hannibal scolded.
Will smiled. “So? No one can see us. Hell, I couldn’t see someone if they were right outside the window. I’ll even help find a spot.”
“I said no, Will,” Hannibal huffed. Not annoyed enough for Will to stop pestering.
“Come on Hannibal, real quick. You can pull over anywhere, do it however you want.” It wasn’t quite begging yet, but Will was stubborn and insistent.
“My answer hasn’t changed, and at this rate, I will get distracted and crash the car, landing us in the ravine.” Hannibal’s voice was stern, but still controlled.
Will scoffed. “You wouldn’t. Besides, I’ll make it quick. Think of it as, uh, a prologue for the rest of the evening.”
“Operas don’t have prologues, Will.” Hannibal smiled as he spoke.
Will rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.” Will playfully poked and prodded a few more times, only to be met with rejection.
Hannibal peered quickly at Will then back to the road and shrugged. “If you’d hurried at home like I suggested, perhaps we could have had your overture. However, you insisted on dawdling. Your only options now are to continue to be impatient and take care of it yourself or wait until we get home. Assuming you behave, that is.”
Will groaned and pouted and kept his hands to himself the rest of the drive. They’d done it before on previous evenings out, sometimes as much as pulling over and fucking on the side of the road in the car. Hannibal had also accepted both hands and a mouth on his awaiting cock when driving, too. The practice wasn’t quite a tradition, but it happened more often than not on their evening excursions. It didn’t take long for the silence and frustration of it all to make Will soft again, albeit very unsatisfied.
They pulled into the front of the opera house and they both got out of the car, shielded from the now pouring rain by the large, decorated overhang. Hannibal handed the valet his keys, and he placed his hand on the small of Will’s back as they walked inside. The staff and ushers readily recognized them, and they were met with smiles and a dozen welcomes, shedding their coats and handing them to coat check. Both Hannibal and Will knew their way to their private balcony, but the courteous ushers escorted them anyway. Another reason Hannibal preferred this opera house was the privacy they could have. Unlike others, the walls extended to the ceiling, making them and their neighbors invisible to each other on both sides. Will preferred this, too. He always felt a bit out of place dressed so fancily; he liked the comfort of being himself with just Hannibal as company. They settled into their seats, a plush, red loveseat, embroidered with gold. Will looked at his watch and determined the opera would start very soon.
Hannibal bid the ushers goodbye and then settled into his seat, legs spread indecently wide in lieu of his normal and proper crossed legs. Will caught him in his periphery and watched Hannibal paw his cock through his slacks, making him chuckle to himself. Now who’s desperate? Hannibal knew he was being watched but didn’t look over. “Come over to me, Will, on your knees.”
Will furrowed his brow in disbelief. “You want me to crawl?”
Hannibal nodded. “I promise the floor is quite clean.” He then eyed the floor at his feet then back to Will.
“Hannibal -” Will was at a loss for words at Hannibal’s uncharacteristic behavior, especially so publicly.
“Now.” Hannibal’s voice was stern. Will started to stand and Hannibal clicked his tongue and tsked, “I said crawl.” He still somehow spoke through a grin. Will slowly slid from his seat onto his knees and did as commanded, crawling over to in-between Hannibal’s legs.
Hannibal reached forward and cupped Will’s face, grazing a thumb over his cheek. “You are such a beautiful boy…” and his gentle tone changed, his smile dropped, “but impatience will be your undoing.” Will swallowed hard and watched Hannibal’s eyes drop to the zipper of his slacks and he nodded. “Since you so desperately wanted an overture, here’s your chance.”
Will undid Hannibal’s zipper and unclipped the front clasps of his suspenders, loosening his pants. He pulled down the front and coaxed out Hannibal’s cock, warm and hard in his hands. He stroked slowly, inspiring a muted moan to escape Hannibal’s lips. Will was excited to see Hannibal unfold so readily and publicly. Hannibal’s eyes fluttered then gained control, his hands flexing then relaxing. Will moved faster, his tight grip gliding smoothly over Hannibal’s shaft. He instinctually leaned in to bring him into his mouth, but hesitated as Hannibal’s cockhead grazed his lips leaving a glisten of precum.
Hannibal cocked his head and stroked Will’s hair, his voice very benignly mocking. “What’s the matter? Having second thoughts?”
Will chuckled nervously and spoke just above a whisper, afraid of being heard. “I mean, what if someone comes in and, you know, sees? Aren’t you worried about being kicked out?”
Hannibal shook his head. “Nonsense, dear. This is a private balcony after all. You have nothing to worry about. Now, pacify your mouth before more doubt spills from your lips.”
Will took a deep breath and nodded to himself, comforted by Hannibal’s reassurance, then readily brought Hannibal’s cock into his mouth. He stroked its length and his lips followed, hungry and searching for satiation. Hannibal wrapped his fingers in Will’s curls, pulling him in and thrusting up just slightly to match his rhythm, filling the hollow of his cheeks. He clenched his thighs, a tightly wound coil about to burst open deep in his pelvis, quick from excitement. As he petted Will’s hair with his right hand, his left explored Will’s face. He rubbed his thumb over the scar in Will’s cheek, then dragged his fingers across the one decorating his forehead. Will was beautiful, every mark adorned him exquisitely. A faint voice in the distance grew louder, and Will could feel approaching footsteps vibrate through the floor.
Whoever it was stood near the entrance and spoke softly. “Here’s the champagne you requested, sir.”
“Please open it for me, if you would, and set everything on the table back there. You’ll find a folded bill that is yours to keep.” Without losing beat, Hannibal continued to fuck up into Will’s mouth, slipping past the base of his tongue into his throat.
“Thank you, sir. Is there anything else I can fetch for you?” The strange voice spoke.
Hannibal waved a hand at the stranger. “No, that’s quite alright. I will ring if needed. Have a good evening.” Hannibal placed a hand on the back of Will’s head and pushed him a little further down.
“You as well,” and the voice left.
Within mere moments of the stranger disappearing, Hannibal’s gentleness roughened, and he came hot and thick down Will’s pliant throat. Hannibal held him down, feeling no protest or resistance, and he deprived Will of air for just a little while longer, ensuring he’d swallowed it all and left no drop behind to ruin his expensive suit. Hannibal pulled Will up by the back of his hair, his other hand caressing his chin, wiping away a lingering string of saliva.
“Look at you, beautiful boy,” his thumb entered Will’s mouth and explored his teeth, pulling down on his jaw. “A mouth put to good use; wouldn’t you say?” He pulled out his pocket square and wiped away any remaining spit and cum on Will’s lips.
Will’s voice was a bit raw, eyes fluttering and head heavy, resting the entirety of its weight in Hannibal’s hands. “You said… you said it was private.” Will knew it was private, he’d been in this exact balcony before dozens of times and never once were they interrupted unexpectedly.
“I didn’t lead you astray; this balcony is private, always has been.” Hannibal spoke like a snake.
Will cleared his throat and shook his head. “But… he said… you ordered the champagne… you invited him?”
“I couldn’t resist a crisp Andre Robert 'Les Jardins du Mesnil. It’s been years. One of the first champagnes I ordered here.” Hannibal paused and pet Will’s head, finally addressing his concerns. “Don’t look so distressed, dear Will, I promise you weren’t seen. I positioned you exactly where you needed to be, where you belong.” Hannibal rubbed Will’s chin again and brought their eyes to meet. “Now, how would you like a reward for being so well-behaved?”
Will nodded, closing his lips around Hannibal’s thumb, and suckled on it. Hannibal reached down and found Will hard and twitching under his grasp, trapped by soft, expensive fabric. Hannibal kissed Will’s forehead and along his ear, down his neck, and Will struggled to contain his moans. He bit down on Hannibal’s thumb and Hannibal softly shhhed him.
“Stay quiet, Will. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out.” Hannibal spoke just above a whisper into Will’s ear.
The secrecy made Will jolt, fucking back harder into the firm grip of Hannibal’s warm palm. He grabbed onto Hannibal’s thighs, nails digging into the firm meat below. Hannibal pulled his thumb from Will’s mouth and covered his lips with his palm, gently closing his nose after a deep inhale with his thumb and pointer finger, preventing any pathetic, lewd whimper and groan from escaping Will’s mouth and alerting their neighbors. Will leaned into Hannibal’s suffocating hand, and his eyes crossed as he came hard in his pants, cum blooming outward through the cloth and onto Hannibal’s fingers. Hannibal continued to stroke Will’s spent, oversensitive cock and broken moans vibrated against Hannibal’s palm. They were both glad Will was smothered because they knew he would have been embarrassingly loud and obscene as his pleasure echoed through the auditorium.
Hannibal licked his hand clean of what little cum spilled out onto his fingers, wiping the rest on his used pocket square. He pulled Will into his lap, resting his flushed, hot cheek on his thigh. He petted Will’s hair as he caught his shaky breath, mouth and body quivering; tiny whimpers filled their secluded balcony. He tucked Will’s curls behind his ear, tracing a finger down and around his face, rubbing the tender and stretched muscles of his jaw, massaging in circles.
Will sat on the floor and let out a heavy sigh as the orchestra slowly began to crescendo; the overture…, he thought to himself. Hannibal let him stay on his lap as long as he wanted, gently stroking his scalp and back with his fingertips. He’d keep him there all night if Will let him. Will eventually pulled his head up, no longer buzzing and foggy, and Hannibal looked down at him and smiled. He cupped Will’s cheek and kissed his forehead along his scar. “Good boy. Do you feel better now, feel sated?” Will nodded, head heavy on his neck. “Good, now, go sit down.”
Will took in a deep breath before standing, legs still a bit shaky from his orgasm, nerves still excited and firing. He steadied himself with a hand on Hannibal’s shoulder, then started to walk out of their balcony to clean himself up, but he felt a strong and sudden grasp around his wrist holding him back. Hannibal frowned as he looked up at Will. “Where are you going?”
Will smiled awkwardly, confused. “Uh, the bathroom?”
Hannibal shook his head. “No, you were told to sit down.”
“Hannibal, I need to -” Will gestured to the cum stain on his pants.
Hannibal smiled wickedly. “This is what your impatience gets you. You just couldn’t wait until we got home.”
Will furrowed his brow. “But you said -”
Hannibal butt in before Will could finish. “Besides, you’ll miss the performance.”
Will shook his head, a beg swimming in his eyes. “Please, I’ll be fast. The show has barely started.”
Hannibal sighed heavily in disappointment. “Fine, if you must clean up, wait until intermission. Otherwise, you can clean up properly at home.”
Will chuckled nervously. “If I do that, people might, you know, see it.”
“You wanted to fuck in the car, and you swallowed every last drop and had no issue or concern with bucking against my fist until you came, all while in public, where someone could see you, hear you. Now, you’re concerned?” Hannibal scoffed.
“I thought I was being good.” Will was annoyed and not good at hiding it.
“Oh, sweet boy, you were, but desperate and impatient, nonetheless. You know the treat at home would have been worth waiting for. I gave you a choice, and you settled on here instead.” There was a pause and Hannibal cocked his head to the side. “If you want something to do, you can grab our champagne glasses. Otherwise, sit down.”
Hannibal let go of Will’s wrist, full attention now on the first singer commanding the stage and audience. Will’s heart thrummed wildly in his chest, bruising itself against his sternum. His face felt hot, flush coloring ever inch of his skin. He was glad it was dark so Hannibal couldn’t see how embarrassingly red he was. There was nothing stopping him from ignoring Hannibal’s commands, walking out of there to go to the bathroom and clean up. Nothing. Still, he couldn’t move his legs. Hannibal wasn’t going to tackle him or chase him down or even follow him. He wasn’t even holding him back by the wrist any longer. Yet, his feet were glued to the floor by nothing more than mere words and a stern look. He felt the cum stain stick to his soft cock and upper thigh, it was difficult to ignore. He swallowed hard and snarled, angry at himself. He took a few heavy steps forward and turned around to bring Hannibal his champagne, then sat down in his seat and pouted, drinking his own glass quickly. He knew it was expensive, he hoped at the very least, his disregard and aloofness would annoy Hannibal, a small but deliciously petty bite back.
Hannibal paid no mind, and was courteous enough to refill their glasses periodically, sparing Will the walk of shame and attempts to unstick his underwear from his skin. Soon, it was intermission. The house lights slowly brightened, and half the audience stood to go to the bathroom, grab alcohol, or stretch their legs. Will’s face visibly reddened as his only opportunity to get up and clean himself finally presented itself, and the clock was ticking.
Hannibal leaned over at him with a smarmy grin. “You have about 15 minutes to make a decision; intermission is only 20. I can’t imagine you taking too long to clean up,” he spoke as he peered over and ogled Will’s crotch, “since it seems you’ve more or less dried off.”
It took every ounce of restraint not to tell Hannibal to shut up. Hannibal stood and gently stretched, laying a hand on Will’s shoulder as he parted. “Well, I’ll leave you to it then. I expect to see you again shortly,” and he left the privacy of their balcony.
Will could hear all the chatters and echoing voices. This opera house was fairly large, and tonight’s seats were nearly full. He batted his decisions back and forth, risk it and clean up or stay here… someone might see me, but at least I won’t be sitting in cold cum… feel like a fool either way. He knew Hannibal would find a way to tease him regardless of what he chose. He swore under his breath and groaned, opting not to risk a dozen proper, bourgeois men seeing the stain. Their eyes judged him enough as it was. It wouldn’t be mistakable for anything else. He clenched his jaw and cracked his knuckles, sitting still while fuming, waiting for Hannibal to get back, waiting for the performance to conclude, waiting to finally be home.
Operas were quite long, but he learned several performances ago not to ask how much more was left. Will sneered at the fact operas were proving to be nothing more than lessons to be learned. Two in dozens is still too many. He heard a familiar and warm laugh, and Hannibal came back with some food, an elegant platter of rare and expensive cheeses with slivers of cured meats alongside fresh sliced bread. He had two plates and handed Will one of them, who side-eyed it and ignored him. Hannibal pouted slightly and set it down on the table where the champagne sat. “Are you not hungry?”
Will frowned and shook his head. “Nope.”
“Hm, I figured you would be a bit peckish after all your hard work earlier,” Hannibal mocked. “Very well; it’ll be there if you so choose. Would be a shame to waste, however.”
Will sighed and the auditorium slowly started to quiet down as people found their seats. Hannibal licked his lips and saw the stain on Will’s pants. “Didn’t go and clean yourself up?”
Will spoke through gritted teeth, crossing his legs to better hide himself. “No. I didn’t want anyone to see me…”
Hannibal chuckled and smirked. “Ah. Curious when you decide to finally be shy. I believe the second half isn’t as long; you won’t be sitting in your mess for much longer.”
Will’s cheeks reddened, more out of frustration than embarrassment. Will stood to eat some of his food despite his earlier protests and poured himself the last of the champagne, quickly drinking it down and returned to his seat as the lights dimmed again. A wave of hushed silence enveloped the entire room. He took a deep breath and refocused his thoughts on the performance, keeping Hannibal and everything else out of his head. After the first scene, he felt Hannibal’s wandering hand on his knee, massaging his lower thigh and coaxing him to uncross his legs.
Will easily melted at the touch and instinctually sighed as Hannibal’s hand crawled up his thigh and he started to spread his legs. The growing thickness of his cock quickly reminded him of moments prior, and Will grabbed Hannibal’s wrist and hissed. “What – what are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” Hannibal pulled away, hand floating over Will without touching him, genuine concern in his voice.
“N-no, I just… I thought…” Will struggled formulating words as blood quickly routed elsewhere.
Hannibal pulled Will in for a kiss, which was met excitedly. “You can’t get much messier, and you seemed to enjoy yourself earlier. I figured just once more before the performance ended… if you’d like.”
Will brought Hannibal’s hand back to his thigh, breathing out heavily. Hannibal rubbed against the stain, now dry, and Will wriggled and blushed, falling again for the ecstasy found in Hannibal’s palm. Will moaned and Hannibal gently hushed him. “You got away with it once, only if you behave will you get away with it again. This only works if you’re quiet.”
Will nodded and tried to obey, biting his lip. Hannibal unfastened Will’s belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled his aching cock out into his hand and stroked it slow. It felt good, felt so good. Will’s eyes rolled back in his head and an obscene whimper slipped out. Hannibal quickly covered Will’s mouth and squeezed his cock just a bit too hard. “I told you to be quiet. You can’t listen at all today, can you? You want to be found out?”
Hannibal clicked his tongue and pulled out his pocket square, lightly used from cleaning Will’s mouth of spit and cum earlier. He removed his hand from Will’s face and gently pried his mouth open, stuffing the silk past Will’s teeth, gagging him. Will lolled his head back, tasting remnants of Hannibal on the cloth, and looked at him, pleading to be touched again. Hannibal cupped his face and smiled, stroking his cheek. “There, that ought to keep you decent. Now, where were we?”
Will groaned and thrusted his hips up to meet Hannibal’s hand. Hannibal smiled again as he stroked Will tip to hilt with a firm grip. He increased his speed, admiring the muffled whines and moans that Will made. Even if the cloth didn’t entirely occlude, it was a visceral reminder for Will to behave. Will started to tense up as he grew close, and Hannibal commanded, “Look at me, Will.” Will obliged, head heavy and unsteady. He drooled past the gag, a string of saliva dripped down his chin. He bucked and groaned as he came. Hannibal cooed at him, stroking his oversensitive cock through his orgasm until soft while cupping his cheek. “That’s it Will, that’s my good boy.”
Will didn’t yet notice that he came on his shirt as well as all over Hannibal’s fingers. He sat there catching his breath as Hannibal pulled his hand away and cleaned a few of his fingers. He took out the gag, now wet with spit, and replaced it with his cum-covered fingers, pacifying Will. Hannibal waited patiently for Will to lick him clean while petting his hair with his clean hand, praising him. He removed his fingers and wiped them on the drier portions of his pocket square. He laughed softly as he used the same cloth to wipe cum off Will’s shirt.
“And here I thought you couldn’t get any messier. What a shame.” Will looked down and saw a matching stain on his belly and started to blush. His skin tingled and he felt himself get hot. Hannibal carefully tucked away his soft cock and zipped up his pants, buckling his belt. He neatly folded up the pocket square and slipped it into Will’s pocket instead of his own. “At least one of us should remain clean, don’t you think?”
Will could smell his own cum; he knew Hannibal could too, and that he was reveling in it. What most worried Will was if anyone else could. Not now, on their balcony, but when they left. Two stains and a lingering musk to give everything away.
Hannibal saw the growing worry in his face and pet his thigh. “It’s alright, Will. I am sure hardly anyone will notice. And luckily for you, the performance is almost done. You’ll be home in no time to clean up properly.”
Hannibal was right; within about 20 minutes, the opera had finally concluded. Hannibal, amongst others, gave a standing ovation. Will looked around for anything to cover up with, regretting the formality of leaving his coat at coat check. The house lights slowly turned on and the echo and cacophony of voices grew louder as everyone prepared to leave. Will took a deep breath, but before he stood, a familiar voice pardoned their way onto the balcony. It was the young man who brought the champagne earlier.
“Here are your coats, sir, as requested,” the voice was tired but still kind.
“Thank you for obliging, it is most appreciated.” Hannibal replied, and he bid the man farewell. He took a few steps forward and called to Will. “Will, darling, your coat.” He held it up by the shoulders as if to help him dress.
Will sighed a breath of relief and saw the twinkle in Hannibal’s eye. He stood and turned his back to Hannibal, sliding his arms into the sleeves. He turned to face Hannibal who buttoned his coat for him. “You set all this up, didn’t you?”
Hannibal lightly frowned and shook his head. “I’m not sure I understand, Will.”
Will scoffed and furrowed his brow. “At the intermission, you must’ve asked them to bring our coats to us.”
“Now why would I do such a thing?” Hannibal smiled.
Will sighed heavily, then helped Hannibal put on his own coat and he shook his head. He planned it from the beginning. The champagne, the embarrassment, the coats… “You know exactly what I am talking about, Hannibal.”
Hannibal turned and cupped Will’s cheek and tapped it lightly. “Well, seems I don’t need to explain it then since you know all the answers. Come now, let’s get you home.” He put his hand on the small of Will’s back and they both walked out together.
Valet brought them their car quickly, and by then it had stopped raining. Will was tired from all the unexpected excitement, and quickly dozed off with Hannibal’s hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly to soothe his sleep. When they got home, Hannibal gently roused Will awake and they walked inside.
Will hung his coat on the rack and stretched. He kicked his shoes off in the foyer and started to walk towards the bedroom. Hannibal cocked his head as he watched Will wander. “Where are you going, Will?”
Will turned around, rubbing a hand over his neck. “Was gonna shower and go to bed. I’m, uh,” he chuckled, “pretty tired and all.”
Hannibal walked up to him and cupped Will’s cheek and smiled. “Cunning boy, did you think I was done with you? That I’d let you retire for the night so easily?” Will swallowed hard, eyes darting across Hannibal’s face as he continued, unsure what he meant. “You asked to cum, what was it, four times on the ride to the opera? By my calculations… it’s only been two. I have some catching up to do.”
Will licked his lips and shrugged. “Hannibal… you don’t need -”
Hannibal started to undo his cufflinks, looking at Will as he spoke. “Nonsense, Will, what kind of partner would I be to let you unsated and left wanting? Everything for you, my dear. Now, be a good boy and head to the room and wait for me there. Stay dressed, I want to do it myself.”
Hannibal pulled his hand away and turned his back towards Will, keeping an ear on the light footsteps as they walked down the hall to their bedroom. Hannibal smiled at himself, pleased with how the evening had unfolded thus far, better than he could have planned. He grabbed a glass of water and a damp cloth and lingered in the kitchen to keep Will in suspense for a few moments longer before following him.
Will was standing with his hands in his pockets, still clothed as Hannibal had asked. Hannibal set down the glass and cloth on the nearest bedside table and left the bedroom door open, looking at it to garner Will’s attention to it. There was no one to hide from, no one would come and interrupt them here, but the illusion of no secrecy, like while at the opera, made Will gently blush. Hannibal stood in front of Will, and his presence made Will visibly relax. His shoulders loosened and his postured slouched. Hannibal smiled as he looked him up and down. He reached up and loosened the tie around Will’s neck. “I was right to select this one, it looks beautiful on you,” the sentiment only made Will blush even further.
Hannibal tossed the tie to the floor and held eye contact as his hand wandered to Will’s belt. Will’s breathing picked up pace at Hannibal’s unrelenting yet gentle gaze. The belt got tossed to the floor with a clink. Hannibal then cupped Will’s bulge, growing in his hands. Will rolled his eyes into his head and bit back a moan. “It’s all right, Will. No one here but us, you can be as loud as you want now.” Will groaned as Hannibal rubbed harder. Will reached out to reciprocate and had his hand slapped. “Still impatient, I see,” he sighed. “Darling, you’re much too tired, busy day for you. I’ll handle everything.”
Hannibal rubbed over the stain on Will’s pants and pulled away, then admired the matching one on his shirt, dragging his fingers over both of them. “Shame, those silks fit you perfectly. I hope it comes out in dry cleaning.” Will felt his skin get hotter, unsure if his skin could blush any harder. Hannibal undid Will’s pants and let them pool at his feet, with his underwear to follow. He stroked Will with one hand and unbuttoned his shirt with the other. He gingerly slid the shirt off Will’s shoulders, and it joined the pile of laundry on the floor.
“Sit at the edge of the bed and touch yourself while I get undressed,” Hannibal requested softly. Will nodded and stepped out of his pants, then grabbed his cock, the first time he touched himself all evening. He was a bit over stimulated, but the long car ride home gave him some reprieve. Hannibal undressed at a leisurely pace, ensuring Will would be nearly on edge by the time Hannibal was ready for him. He took off his suit jacket and hung it up in the closet along with his waistcoat.
Hannibal turned around to find Will had slowed his pace, and Hannibal tsked. “Don’t slow down on my behalf, Will. Pleasure yourself.”
“H-Hannibal…” Will spoke on a breathy pant.
“Just because you rushed and soiled your clothes doesn’t mean mine have to carelessly join yours on the floor. I managed to stay clean this evening, remember?” Hannibal smiled as Will shuddered and his thighs trembled.
When Hannibal was fully undressed, he stood in front of Will and cupped his face, bringing his eyes up to his. Will stopped stroking and Hannibal shook his head. “I didn’t say ‘stop’.” Will’s eyes pleaded as he started pawing himself again. Hannibal rubbed Will’s cheeks and cooed at him. “I love watching you chase pleasure, Will. You’re beautiful all flushed and desperate. Why else do you think I humored you earlier? You were so delicious, I couldn’t resist.”
Hannibal let Will continue for a few more moments before laying a hand on Will’s shoulder to stop him. Will sighed in near relief. Hannibal grabbed the glass of water and handed it to Will, who drank half the glass. Hannibal put it back on the table and grabbed the washcloth and started to gently clean Will’s cock and lower stomach. The cloth had cooled quite a bit and Will shuddered, goosebumps spreading across his skin, but he quickly melted into the touch. Hannibal was thorough, cleaning any remnants of dried cum off Will’s skin. He dragged a gentle finger over the scar on his belly, and Will relaxed into a sigh.
Hannibal tossed the cloth aside and grabbed lube from the drawer, setting it by him on the floor until it was needed. He got on his knees and kissed up Will’s thigh and above the patch of hair before bringing Will fully into his mouth. Will nearly choked on a moan at the sudden wet warmth around his cock. Hannibal invited his entire length inside, filling his cheeks, not an inch left unattended. Will gripped the sheets as he fucked into Hannibal’s mouth. He was so sensitive from jacking off, but Hannibal’s tongue felt good. Hannibal pulled off and stroked Will slowly with his hand, and with his other, half-spread Will’s cheeks to expose his asshole. He dragged the flat of his tongue over it and Will bucked in his hands. He devoured and savored as Will moaned and whined at his touch.
Hannibal hesitantly pulled away, not quite sated but craving something more. He reached for the lube beside him and opened it, generously spreading some on his fingers. Will twitched and panted, and Hannibal slowly rubbed then probed with one of his fingers. Will’s toes curled as he was gently breached, a loud gasp mixed with a high-pitched whine. He finally didn’t need to quiet himself, and it added to his pleasure. Hannibal slowly finger fucked him, bringing his other hand back to Will’s cock. Will swore under his breath as Hannibal rubbed his prostate, working him inside and out, tip to base. When he felt the ring of muscle relax enough, Hannibal added another finger, then another, spreading and pleasuring with every thrust.
Will’s jaw fell open and words barely spilled over his tongue. “H-Hannibal, I… I’m…”
Hannibal smiled and licked his lips, watching Will unfold and spill in front of him, because of him. “Not yet, Will, but soon. I want to taste you. Hold on just a little while longer for me.”
“I c-can’t,” Will let out on a breathy whimper, chest heaving for air.
Hannibal kissed Will’s inner thigh and cooed at him. “You can, and you will.”
Will groaned in protest, limbs shaking. Hannibal continued fingering him, then finally brought Will into his mouth again. Will squeaked and whined and trembled even harder, the sounds coming out of his mouth almost inhuman, untamed. He could feel the back of Hannibal’s throat kiss his cockhead, fingers rubbing generous, rhythmic circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His entire body shook, pleasure spilling out from the core of every bone like molten rock, swallowing him whole and drowning him.
“Hannibal, c-can I… can I please…” Will begged, but Hannibal ignored him. If anything, it encouraged Hannibal to work him even more. “Fuck,” Will swore, fighting the searing heat within his belly to hold out a little longer, but he was losing. His moans took over his breath, words barely audible. “P-please… I need… can I…” Will felt a vibration of approval, a gentle mhmm and head nod on his cock. Within seconds of permission, Will’s bubble finally burst, and he came deep into Hannibal’s throat. Hannibal buried his nose in his hair, making sure Will was entirely encompassed and swallowed. Will came harder than he thought he could, his entire body set ablaze with electricity. His muscles tensed, his skin tingled, and his limbs twitched. It overwhelmed him to the point of gentle tears.
Hannibal slowed his pace but didn’t stop, and Will rocked against him uncoordinated. He suckled Will’s cock until it softened, and he slowly pulled his fingers out. He stood and looked down at Will. His skin was red, and a light layer of sweat covered every inch of him, tired bliss painted across his face. He breathed heavily, entire body spent. Hannibal pet his hair, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead and spoke softly. “You did so well, Will. But I owe you one more, do you think you can handle it?” Will nodded. “Are you sure? You seem awfully tired,” he teased. Will nodded again, more aggressively. “I’d like to hear you say it aloud, darling, if you don’t mind.”
Will swallowed hard and used what strength he had to eke out, “Yes… p-please…,” on an exasperated exhale.
Hannibal smiled and hummed, rubbing his fingers down Will’s chest. “You’re such a good boy, Will. Am I alright to reposition you?” Will nodded once more.
Hannibal grabbed Will’s legs and carefully manipulated his body to accommodate himself, then generously slicked his own cock. “Lift your head, dear,” he whispered, and he placed pillows underneath Will’s head to keep him comfortable. “Good boy. Are you comfortable?” followed by another nod.
Will was lying on his back and Hannibal draped his legs around his waist. He placed the tip of his cock at Will’s entrance and slowly slid inside. Will moaned at the welcomed intrusion, Hannibal’s cock much thicker than his fingers. Hannibal watched Will beneath him settle and adjust to the fullness before pulling out and fucking him. He kept his pace steady, in no rush to finally conclude their evening. He dragged his cock over Will’s sensitive prostate, earning him sweet whines and small whimpers.
Hannibal rested on his elbows bringing their bodies closer. Will wrapped his arms over Hannibal’s neck, and he pulled Hannibal in even closer with the last strength in his legs. Hannibal kissed Will’s sweaty face and across his scar. A few lingering tears trickled down his cheeks, and Hannibal kissed those, too. He continued down Will’s neck then got close to his ear and whispered softly, “You’ve been so good for me, Will. Even at the opera, you let me enjoy you. I owe you one more, if you want it, if you think you can handle just one more.”
“H-Hannibal…” was all Will could manage to say.
Hannibal kissed his cheek and played with his hair. “You don’t have to. It’s alright darling.”
“No I... I want…” and Will nodded arrhythmically.
Hannibal kissed Will’s lips when no more sounds came. He thrust in deep before lifting himself onto his knees. He cupped his hand near Will’s mouth and said, “Spit,” and Will did. With that hand, he stroked Will’s cock to hardness again, and Will wriggled underneath him from the sensitivity. With his other hand, Hannibal caressed every part of Will he could reach: his thighs, calves, across his stomach and up his chest. Will reached up and held Hannibal’s face in his hands, looking up at him as best he could with tired eyes.
Hannibal cooed encouragement and sweet nothings at Will, bringing him ever closer to the edge. “Once more, Will. My beautiful boy, I want you to. You earned it.” Will nodded lazily, tears welling in his eyes again, and shortly after he came mere sputters over his stomach. Hannibal leaned over to kiss him as he came, swallowing every moan and drinking every whimper. Hannibal fell to his elbows again and picked up pace. Will clung to him tightly and soon Hannibal came too, buried deep inside Will. Hannibal groaned in Will’s ear as he emptied, and Will kissed his neck, fingers playing with his hair. Hannibal stayed there, just short of entirely collapsing onto Will. He kissed Will’s lips and they laid there just kissing and holding each other tight for a long while.
Eventually, Hannibal started to pull away and Will protested. Hannibal smiled and kissed him again. “I’ll be back, I’m not going anyway far.” Will reluctantly conceded and relaxed his limbs, now limp on the bed.
Hannibal walked to the bathroom and warmed and wetted a cloth, cleaning himself off. He turned the faucet on in their large bathtub and held his hand under the stream until it was just shy of too hot. He plugged the drain and grabbed another cloth and walked back to Will. He rubbed along his chest and stomach as he cleaned him up, and Will melted at his touch. Hannibal then stroked Will’s face and roused his attention. “Come with me, Will. One final treat for you.” Will nodded and hummed, brain foggy and heavy, and followed Hannibal to the bathroom on trembling legs.
Hannibal helped Will into the bath and turned the water off. Hannibal coaxed Will to lean his head back and settle comfortably, then poured bathwater over his hair, shielding his eyes. Will sighed and relaxed as Hannibal washed his hair, tending to every curl with care. He rinsed his hair and massaged in conditioner, fingertips working his scalp in circles. Hannibal then washed his face, down his neck and back, over his chest, cleaning and tenderly massaging every square inch of him. When Will was done, Hannibal kissed his forehead, tucking wet curls behind his ear.
“Are you okay to stay here while I have a quick shower? Then I can go to bed with you, instead of after.” Will hummed and nodded, fully enwrapped in heat and comfort. Hannibal hopped in the shower and washed his hair and body quickly, peering out the glass to watch Will soaking peacefully. He stepped out and dried himself off, then reached between Will’s feet to let the tub drain. He helped Will to stand and exit the bathtub safely and dried him off, too. His hair was still damp but it was no longer dripping. Hannibal grabbed Will’s hand and walked him back to bed. He pulled back the blanket and Will crawled in with a tired groan.
Hannibal sat on the side of the bed and asked Will if he wanted any water, to which Will shook his head and let out a grumbled huff that Hannibal wasn’t in bed with him yet. Hannibal kissed Will’s cheek on his scar, then turned off the light and settled into bed with him. Hannibal pulled Will into his chest, facing each other, and Will wrapped his arms around Hannibal. Hannibal reciprocated and wrapped his arms around Will, too, as his hands pet the back of his head. Will sighed into sleep as Hannibal kissed his forehead, drifting off comfortably.