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Hannibal was aware that this was a dream but that did nothing to dull the sweetness of the moment, his fingers skating across Will’s flesh moist with sweat. Hannibal leaned back a touch so he could see the face of his rustic lover, the one he had never expected to come into his life.
“You will never know how beautiful you are to me.” Hannibal whispered, his hand reaching up to rest against Will’s cheek, thumb brushing against Will’s lips as his breathing came harder and faster. “Let me see you.” There was an undercurrent of command within Hannibal’s voice and yet the words were spoken in a manner that could almost be called encouraging. He wanted to see Will fall apart for him.
In a matter of moments, the deed was done and Hannibal felt as though he were seeing the world through different eyes. There had been that complete lack of control, the surrender that he had craved from his lover and after all the denials and the concerns, there was now no longer any barriers between them. Hannibal was still save for the rise and fall of his chest, his breath coming slightly faster, shuddering in his throat as he was hit by the emotional intensity of the moment. He had seen Will and Will had seen him, had seen every part of him even those he had been hiding for so many years that Hannibal had forgotten they even existed. He was vulnerable and there was something delicious and terrifying about it. He could never have reached this with anyone else, there could never be anyone other Wil Graham.
He closed the slight distance between them, his lips blazing a trail of kisses up Will’s neck, his teeth nipping gently at the lobe of Will’s ear as he spoke, a hoarseness to his words. “You are my rapture and my destruction and that I would not change for the world.”