Relaxing Techniques

Relaxing Techniques Part 2

When Will Graham had recovered sufficiently from his orgasm which had been generously provided by Hannibal's mouth, he started coming into realization about what they had done.
Will had panicked. He was awkward at first, he tucked himself away speedily and his eyes flashed across the room to avoid Hannibal's gaze. He made a quick apology and stumbled out of the room before Hannibal could get him to calm down.

The next session Will didn't show up. Hannibal would have guessed as much, but he made sure to call Will and mentally made a note to track down Will within a couple of days to see what happened to him. In the evening though, Hannibal scratched that mental note because his doorbell rang and outside stood his good Will, hair damp from the rain, looking at Hannibal wide-eyed.

Hannibal loved those dark blue eyes. When he saw Will like this he could imagine why people liked puppies. Will looked so innocent and lost; Hannibal opened his door wide to let in the stray at his front door.

"Will" Hannibal said, taking Will's damp coat as he shrugged it off his shoulders.
"You missed our session today" Hannibal said to fill the silence. Hannibal was not one to fill silences with mindless chatter, but he supposed that would bring Will to the subject easier.
"I know, I'm sorry" Will said and then he turned around, looking wild all of a sudden.
"And...also Hannibal, I'm not sorry" he said with a clearly upset voice "I'm confused. I don't know what the hell happened between us last time and I haven't really been able to take my mind off it." Will said, making Hannibal smile on the inside.

On the outside his expression was composed and more or less indifferent. Hannibal walked into the living room and Will followed, not paying attention to his surroundings, but focusing on Hannibal intensely. Hannibal enjoyed the attention and wondered where Will would take this monologue.

"Why did you do that?" Will asked desperately referring to the massage that turned erotic.
"It was merely a technique to relax you, Will." Hannibal answered, loving the desperation in Will's voice.

"Relaxing technique right" Will said sarcastically "you said it would clear my head, but I'm not sure I got a clear head from that, Hannibal. Nor did the blood flow to my head because it flowed right down to my-" Will stopped himself and blushed at Hannibal's smirk.
"You're upset that I seduced you?" Hannibal asked, the smirk still in place.

"What are you playing at?" Will asked incredulously. Had this been Hannibal's plan all along?
Hannibal came closer and whispered into Will's ear.
"Are you suggesting it was a game to me, Will? If you think that you are sorely mistaken, I had no intention to confuse you. I find you attractive and you had an impressive erection from my touch and I wanted to satisfy you, it is as simple as that."

Will had not moved away, he had let Hannibal approach him, he had let him whisper in his ear and he had not flinched from him or pushed him away, verbally or physically. Hannibal realized maybe Will had just come back for round two, but was too embarrassed to ask. He stepped away from Will, enjoying the flustered expression in the younger man's face. He obviously searched fervently for the right words, but Hannibal didn't need to hear anymore words now. He'd settle for moans.

He looked Will up and down appreciatively; he had dressed up coming to Hannibal this time, wearing clothes that would soon be rendered redundant. Will's eyes were fixed on him, his lips were slightly parted – Hannibal recognized this as a telltale sign of Will's arousal. The way Will's heart sped up, his cheeks flushed and his wide eyes looked at him were all signs of his responses to Hannibal's mere presence now. Hannibal kissed Will passionately; both hands cupped Will's face as he felt the younger man kiss him back.

Hannibal pressed his body close to Will's and ran his fingers through Will's damp hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue slid into the younger man's mouth with ease. Will kissed Hannibal back and put his arms around him, his hands feeling the crisp fabric of the shirt Hannibal was wearing and the strong muscles underneath.