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A lull in conversation had grown at the dinner table. It was quiet but comfortable. Will considered offering to get up to clear the table, but he didn't want to put an end to their meal just yet. He smiled, catching Hannibal’s eye.
Hannibal regarded him, “May I ask a personal question?”
Will looked up, a little taken aback by it, “You're my therapist and my...” “Lover.” “Yeah. So you don't really need permission to.”
Hannibal gave a curt nod, “Do you masturbate?”
Will shrugged, “Do you not?”
“I'm sorry. I've been preoccupied with thoughts of you pleasuring yourself lately. I would love to watch.”
Will smiled. Their encounters were a lot of Hannibal being sure Will was fully comfortable and good. He enjoyed them, but it felt like he had his walls up. That wasn't what Will wanted, and the concern did nothing but annoy him. Hearing Hannibal request something of him was nice.
“You, ah, want to watch me masturbate?”
“If you'll allow me.”
Will swallowed, looking down at his plate. He started worrying. He didn't want to do something that turned Hannibal off, and he knew his pleasures were sometimes derived of personal violence.
“I won't judge you, Will. Seeing your pleasure will bring me pleasure. I have several toys, if that aids-”
“Oh.” Will paled, “You mean tonight. Here.”
“Or whenever you are willing. Your consent and comfort-”
“No. Yeah, tonight.” Will stopped him. He wanted to get past Hannibal treating him like he was a fragile thing. He didn't do it before in anything else, starting it in sex was grating.
Hannibal smiled and stood, taking their plates.
Hannibal sat in a lounge chair facing the bed. Will sipped his bourbon, trying to steady his nerves. He felt like a whore putting on a show. He sat on the bed, hand running up and down his own thigh.
Hannibal watched, “Will. I don't want you to feel pressured.”
“No. I just... I like to take it slow is all.” He nodded, setting his glass down after emptying it. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, trying not to feel embarrassed. Hannibal had seen his body before, medically and intimately.
He shrugged the shirt off and rubbed up and down his chest before pinching his nipple, playing with it. Hannibal watched, trying to learn how Will found pleasure, wanting to know his body by studying the motions.
Will blushed a little as he pinched and tugged at his chest, nipples stiffening. He scraped his nails down his chest and groaned.
Hannibal spread his legs, more intent.
Will licked his fingers, playing with his perked nipples more. He moved, kneeling on the bed, looking at Hannibal as he gave himself foreplay. He made a soft noise, “A lot of times I'm... More rushed. But when I have enough time it's... I like...” He trailed off.
His hand slid down, fingers teasing around the band of his boxers before he opened his belt up. He shivered slightly, thinking about how he usually ended his personal sessions. He hoped Hannibal wouldn't think poorly of him for it. He pulled his jeans down a bit, then rubbed himself through his underwear.
Hannibal let out a soft noise, his own pants clearly tented. It was exhilarating to Will, being this attractive to someone else, having this affect on such a being as Hannibal.
He rubbed and traced himself through his boxers until he couldn't stand the absence of his own flesh any longer. He pulled himself out, groaning and almost doubling over once he finally touched himself, jerking fast.
Will licked his lips obscenely and moaned, looking up and meeting Hannibal’s eye. The look of possessive ferocity made him shudder. He kept the contact, reaching with his other hand and scraping his thigh with his nails. He saw Hannibal shift forward a little at him.
Will settled back, calming down a little, licking his hand and pumping steadily. He gave Hannibal a sly look. He clearly enjoyed watching Will give himself small abuses.
Will smiled and pulled the belt from the loops in his jeans. Hannibal shifted, reverently watching as Will slung it around his neck and tightened it.
Hannibal muttered something that sounded like a curse. Will moaned, a choked, desperate sound. He hummed and whined, humping into his hand, needy. His eyes shut tight.
Hannibal was standing before him in an instant. He yanked his hair with one hand, the other taking the belt from him and pulling it hard.
Will gasped, arching up, letting himself go in surprise.
“Did I tell you to stop touching yourself?” Hannibal growled.
He started again, grabbing at Hannibal’s shirt, gasping for breath. He whined softly, close, tears springing up in his eyes.
Hannibal released his grip on the belt. Blood and oxygen rushed back to Will's brain, flooding in with his pleasure. He came in his hand, panting softly, looking up at Hannibal with wide, honest eyes.
Hannibal kissed him deeply, then pulled away with a smile, “And here I've been, worried about being too rough with you.”
Will smiled, pulling him down on the bed, “Get it now?”