It was the beer that did it. He’d ordered it mostly to see what Hannibal would do, having only ever seen the man consume
eye-wateringly expensive wine or, on occasion, spirits (and then only the most
pretentiously rarefied kind). So there was no way he could have been prepared
for the fine line of foam that lingered on Hannibal’s upper lip as he lowered
his glass, apparently satisfied despite Will’s choice of drink costing less
than a car. Certainly there was nothing he could have done to brace himself for
the way, after a long moment of staring at Hannibal’s mouth – had it always
curved like that? Had it always looked so red and plump and delicious, like
vine fruit on the edge of bursting into overripeness? – Hannibal sucked away
the foam, his bottom lip engulfing the upper with a soft, wet smack. It was
lewd, and inelegant, and entirely filthy, and when his lip emerged again it
glistened, pouting as if begging for attention.
“Do it again.“
The words spilled from his mouth, unbidden
and unplanned, in a husky tone that Will almost didn’t recognise as his own
voice. They caused Hannibal to still for the barest fraction of a second,
before he composed himself and raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Do what, Will?"
He accompanied the words and the quirked
eyebrow with the faintest curl of a smirk, and Will was crowding him against
the bar before he knew what he was doing. Uncaring of any looks he might be
drawing from the other patrons, he pressed himself the length of Hannibal’s
warm, strong body, and reached behind him to retrieve his abandoned glass.
"You’re thirsty. Drink."
Hannibal’s pupils blew wide as Will spoke,
all command, no request. He raised his hand and slid it against Will’s, warm
and soft in contrast to the slippery cool of the glass he took from Will’s
grasp.
"As you wish."
Will watched, his own mouth turning dry, as
Hannibal tipped the glass up, taking a long, slow pull of his drink, his eyes
never leaving Will’s. If there were still other people in the room, Will wasn’t
aware of them. The sound of his heartbeat and the shape of Hannibal’s lips as
they opened for the glass made up the entirety of his world.
Finally, when Will thought he might simply
drain the whole glass just to spite him, Hannibal swallowed and lowered his drink.
Foam once again lined his upper lip and Will descended on it, sucking it
sweetly into his own mouth before moving to bite gently at Hannibal’s bottom
lip, pleased when he let out a soft, almost inaudible moan. Will took advantage
of his parted lips and pressed his tongue inside, desperate to be closer in any
way he could. He felt Hannibal go lax and pliable against him, and dragged his
fingers through silvering hair to clutch at the back of his head, keeping him
in place while they kissed on and on.
Finally, and against either man’s desires,
they broke apart for air. Will, panting a little and grinning helplessly, gazed
at Hannibal’s expression. He looked stunned and a little wary, watching Will
with half-lidded eyes. Will’s smile softened and he lifted a hand to touch
softly along the line of Hannibal’s lip.
"You’d let me do anything I want,
wouldn’t you? Everything I ask."
"Yes. That excites you."
"You excite me."
Will pushed his thumb inside Hannibal’s
mouth, and saw the fractional widening of Hannibal’s eyes.
"You could bite. But you won’t, unless I
ask you to. It would take a better man than me not to find that…
interesting."
Will smiled fondly as Hannibal let his teeth
rest against his thumb with just the barest hint of pressure. They grazed
teasingly against his skin as he pulled out and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for
Hannibal’s response.
"All these years, Will, and it took only
a sip of mediocre beer to finally catch your interest."
"You always had it, and you know it. You
just didn’t know what to do with it."
"Perhaps I required a firm hand to
direct me."
"I think that’s something we should
explore, doctor."
They shared a smirk, indulgent and full of
promise, before Hannibal lifted the glass he was still clutching for a third
time and drained it dry as Will watched his Adam’s apple bob and considered
sucking a bruise into it. When he was done, he set the glass on the bar and
looked back at Will, head tilted in insouciant challenge, lip deliberately left
unclean.
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