Motivation - H/F - Part 11

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It was less than a minute, as Hannibal counted for himself. But even so, by the time he closed the door behind him back in Face’s room, Face had managed to shift himself up against the head board, legs drawn up to his chest, head turned sideways with his cheek resting on his knees, looking for the whole world like a thoroughly miserable six year old. Hannibal dropped his supplies hastily on the bedside table and scooted right up onto the bed, one hand in Face’s hair, the other on his calf, “What? What’s up kid? You having second thoughts?”

 

Face shook his head and shifted onto his knees, leaning up into Hannibal, bare arms going around his neck, inviting the boss to pull him close, “No,” his voice was thick, “I’m fine, it’s fine,” and Hannibal sighed into his shoulder, he knew what this was about.

 

“I said I was coming straight back,” he whispered.

 

“I know,” Face sounded frustrated with himself and Hannibal just squeezed him tighter. All these damn insecurities would take a little while to get through, but Hannibal knew they’d do it, maybe not tonight, tonight there were other things to work through, but sometime. And now of course they had that time.

 

Hannibal let one hand trail down Face’s back, smoothing over each vertebra in turn, lingering a touch before moving on, right to his tail bone where he stopped, one gentle finger caressing the curve of the bone, feeling where it disappeared into the gap between warm flesh. He stayed at this point, stroking softly until Face was alternatively backing up into his finger and pushing against his hip, his mouth nuzzling into Hannibal’s neck until the boss was so hard the zip of his fly was almost agony on his skin.

 

As if he could read Hannibal’s discomfort, Face moved back, his mouth sliding seamlessly over Hannibal’s in a kiss, while both hands trailed down off the broad shoulders until they found the waistband of Hannibal’s cargos and, more steadily this time, started undoing buttons and zips, smoothing the material over Hannibal’s naked hips, and down his thighs.

 

Breathing out in relief as his erection was freed, Hannibal rose from the bed, keeping his mouth on Face’s, his tongue gently stroking through that willing warmth while he shoved his trousers down, toeing off his shoes and standing on the end of his socks to tug them off without needing any hands. Face grabbed hold of the hem of his t-shirt and pulled, dragging it up and inside out, Hannibal lifting his arms helpfully, but neither of them willing to break their kiss.

 

Eventually, with the neck of his t-shirt threatening to cut off his air supply, Hannibal pulled away, the t-shirt disappearing in a moment and Face’s eyes, blown almost completely to black suddenly upon him.

 

Hannibal quailed a little under that intense stare, but held his ground, remembering how Face had stood up to his scrutiny earlier on, though it was difficult. The kid’s expression was giving nothing away as he seemed to just drink in the whole of Hannibal’s body, huge pupils skimming from side to side, taking it all in, staring like he’d never been allowed to stare before.

 

Like Hannibal before him, Face’s eyes eventually fell on the huge erection almost filling the space in between them, and almost as if he couldn’t help it, he reached out with one tentative finger, touching, gentle as a feather, the underside of the root and then tracing upwards, following that prominent vein all the way up, stroking over the corona, then the hot, velvety head, finishing up by tracing along the slit, dabbing up the drop of pre-cum just glistening there and lifting it away on his finger, staring at it in the half light as if it were a precious jewel.

 

Hannibal had successfully managed to bite back the moan of pure pleasure he’d felt at the first touch of Face’s finger and now he gazed transfixed in his own way as Face stared at his finger tip.

 

“Kid?”

 

Face glanced up at him, startled, then his hand went back down again, this time wrapping itself completely around that hot flesh, making Hannibal’s eyes slide shut and all the breath leave his body in one long exhale.

 

“God, boss,” there was a shake to his voice that immediately opened Hannibal’s eyes, “I can’t believe that all that... that you...” he tore his eyes away from what his hand was doing to Hannibal’s cock and then back up to his CO’s face, “That you want me...” he eventually admitted.

 

Hannibal chuckled, a warm, deep sound that made Face’s cock twitch in response, “Oh, you have no idea my darling, sweet boy how much I want you, how much I have always wanted you,” Face’s eyes were wide and his lips parted as he stared at Hannibal in disbelief, “And not just this,” he whispered, letting his own fingers touch the long desired flesh of Face’s cock, “But this,” his other hand reached up and smoothed over still shower damp hair, “and this,” before trailing down that beautifully sculpted chest to rest just slightly to the left, feeling the steady thump of a heart under his palm.   

 

Face closed his eyes as they gently, slowly, stroked each other and Hannibal had that flip-flop again as a solitary tear escaped out from under Face’s lashes and trailed across his cheek, leaving a silvery path in its wake.

 

“Oh, don't cry darling boy,” Hannibal whispered, leaning forward and gently lying Face back onto the bed, “Just relax, let me take care of you, let me show you how loved you are.”

 

Face’s eyes didn’t open, in fact they squeezed even more tightly shut and again Hannibal understood why. The kid had never had much love in his young life, and that was an utter tragedy; a beautiful, talented, delightful boy like him would have made someone a damn fine son, brother, cousin. But instead he’d grown up alone, from his records a solitary priest the only one who had seemed to give a damn about him, and then he’d joined up at a ridiculously young age in a desperate attempt to find somewhere to belong.

 

“You are home now,” even Hannibal’s voice was catching as he realised just how true his words were, “Your home is with me, kid, you know that? For always.” Face’s eyes opened, another stubborn tear escaping from his lashes with the movement and Hannibal smiled down at the totally undone expression on his features. “You gonna let me show you how much I love you?” he asked and Face nodded, totally incapable of speech, and Hannibal just smiled again, leaning over to kiss him firmly on the lips before reaching over to the bedside table for the first of his supplies.

 

Face’s eyes flicked to the little bottle of massage oil and he smiled as Hannibal sat astride him, warm weight on his thighs, and started rubbing the oil into his hands. “Massage oil boss?” he whispered, his voice rough with unshed tears.

 

Hannibal chuckled again and Face’s smile widened at the sound, “Oh, yes. I couldn’t really let myself enjoy the experience of rubbing it into you last night,” God, was that only last night? “So tonight we are having a much more private re-run.”

 

Face laughed but the sound died in his throat as Hannibal’s slick hands ran all over his chest, mirroring each other in perfect harmony before pausing to tease sensitive nipples. His hips bucked up at the sensation, leaving a silvery trail of pre-cum all across his taught stomach. Hannibal rubbed downwards, watching as his fingers drifted through the trail, mixing it with the oil, making his skin glow preternaturally in the light of the bedside lamp.

 

Shifting backwards, Hannibal knelt in the space between Face’s knees, nudging his legs further apart to give himself more room, and better access of course, before tipping more of the lavender scented oil into his hands.

 

He looked up as he began to sweep the oil into the first tense quivering thigh muscle and caught Face’s eyes as he lay back in the pillows, arms loose on the bed by his side, eyes wide, chest heaving, “You okay kid?” he asked gently as his fingers and palms glided over smooth skin. Face nodded, but looked nervous enough that Hannibal’s hands slid to a stop, “You sure? We don't have to do anything you don't want to.”

 

“Fuck, yes, Hannibal,” suddenly the hands on the bed didn’t look quite so relaxed, desperate fingers gripping the duvet cover, “Don’t stop, please.”

 

Hannibal’s cock jumped at the plea and he continued, staring down at his hands as they worked, sliding up and down the softly shimmering skin, kneading muscle, warming flesh, exploring, acquainting themselves. Once he’d moved right down to the smooth skin of an ankle, he twisted around on the bed and switched to the other leg, eyes flicking between his work and his soon to be lover who was watching everything he was doing with wide, trusting eyes. Hannibal himself was as hard as all hell, but he was damned if this was going to be anything other than absolutely perfect for Face. Maybe by giving the kid this flawless introduction to sex, he could purge the memory of his own first time with Dougie, full of pain, guilt and fear, right out of his mind. For good.

 

Before he knew it, he was back at the top of Face’s leg, the kid just about melted right into the mattress now, apart from his cock which looked hard enough to rival Hannibal’s. So, now what? Hannibal wanted to move onto the next stage, he desperately did, but he was still worried, Face was so new to this, as soon as things started to heat up he might decide it wasn’t really for him...

 

As if reading his thoughts, Face cleared his throat and whispered, “You done this with lots of guys then, boss?”

 

Hannibal rested a hand on each thigh and continued to rub in slow, gentle strokes, “Some,” he answered vaguely.

 

“And women too?” This time Hannibal could only nod, wondering just how much that bastard Dougie had told him of their past. “So, that would make you what then? Bi?”

 

The slightest frown flitted across Hannibal’s face, “Is that what you are worried about then, kid? Being gay?”

 

Now it was Face’s turn to frown, “No, not really, I know I’m not gay. Or bi. Not really,” Hannibal’s hands stilled on his thighs as he wondered where this was going, “I don’t want guys,” he whispered holding Hannibal’s eyes, “I’ve never thought of any of them like that, never. Only you.” There was the flip-flop yet again. “But,” Face’s frown deepened, “I just don’t want to disappoint you, I’m sure I won’t be anywhere near as good as some of the others you’ve had...”  

 

And there was another damn insecurity that Hannibal would have to work on. In a split second he was out of the gap between Face’s legs and up on the bed next to him, arms around his shoulders and his hip, pulling him in and finding his mouth, talking to him through the kiss, trying to convince him without words. Eventually they pulled away and Hannibal’s mouth fell to the kid’s neck, kissing, sucking, biting, hands gliding over oiled skin, “Never,” he growled between kisses, “You’ve never disappointed me, kid, and I know damn well that you’re not going to start tonight.”

 

Face didn’t answer, but his little gasps as Hannibal worried at the skin on his neck, his hands tight in Hannibal’s hair and the insistent heat of his cock on Hannibal’s thigh were enough of an answer for now.

 

Hannibal realised he couldn’t pull this out any longer, Face was naturally apprehensive and delaying was only going to make things worse, not better. If only they got to the main feature, Hannibal knew he could make it work.

 

He started his journey downwards, fingers, lips and teeth exploring the planes of Face’s chest and stomach, his ears listening to every little sound, storing up the information, logging which areas to return to, which movements worked best. And then he was back where he had been, Face’s largely ignored cock right in front of him, and Hannibal almost lost his nerve. All he needed was a sign, just some kind of sign to show that Face really did want this, that he really was ready and there it was, Face was shifting his legs open, bringing his knees up, Hannibal looked over his shoulder, back at his lieutenant’s face and the invitation was obvious. He smiled.

 

An intense burst of lavender filled the room as Hannibal opened the bottle and let the warmed oil dribble out of the stopper and over Face’s cock, running off onto his balls and further down, trickling into the cleft of his buttocks. Face hissed and his hips lifted off the bed for a second before Hannibal’s hands were on him, pushing him gently back down, finding all that oil and smoothing it in, gliding up over his perineum, eventually cupping and squeezing his balls, before taking turns sliding up his cock, first one hand, then the other making his hips lift again as his eyes slid shut and needy whimpers escaped his lips.

 

“Good?” Hannibal asked, watching Face’s tightly closed eyes as he continued to stroke up with one hand, then the other, then the first again. Face could only nod as his white fingers desperately clutched the duvet and Hannibal smiled. He left one hand in place, slowly stroking up and down now, as the other drifted south, finding his balls, squeezing and caressing, then even further, to the smooth skin in between, pushing softly, feeling Face twitch and moan in response, before finally reaching his goal.

 

He waited for a moment, stroking that warm cock just a little more steadily, eyes firmly fastened on Face’s blissful expression, then he moved down, not pushing in, just circling, slowly, gently. The twitch had been noticeable, the involuntary tightening of muscles at the feeling of something being right there at his most private of places, but Face’s eyes never opened, the tension was soon gone and Hannibal held in his breath and pushed.

 

This time Face’s eyes did open, flying wide at that feeling of invasion, but Hannibal was there, still stroking his cock, staring at his lieutenant, the message in his eyes clear, Okay? This still okay? Face let out a shaky smile and relaxed back into the pillows again, gaze still fixed on his boss, and Hannibal slid further in.

 

Face accepted him without a twitch this time, even though Hannibal could feel how incredibly tight he was around even that one single digit. He’d never felt this before, every man he’d ever been with was experienced to say the least, always much more experienced than Hannibal. This was a first; for both of them.

 

Once he was in as far as he needed to be he began to twist and rotate, looking for that magic spot, the one that would turn this experience into something incredible for them both. He could see that Face was starting to struggle with the sensation, he could feel that once so eager cock softening slightly in his grip and saw the first edges of panic in his eyes. One more minute, he would try for one more minute, and then he would pull out, tactical retreat, give the kid a bit of recovery time and then try again.

 

Face’s eyes slid shut, frown lines on his forehead and his right hand fluttered off the bed, obviously warring with the desire it felt to grab Hannibal’s wrist and stop his explorations. “One more minute,” Hannibal whispered and Face’s trusting eyes were on him again, as he nodded, the threat of panic still evident in his expression.

 

A minute went by and Hannibal knew he’d have to pull out when Face’s fingers finally lost their battle and closed on his wrist, “Hannibal,” the tension was obvious in Face’s voice, “I can’t, I – oh!” and suddenly his hips were up in the air again, inadvertently forcing Hannibal’s finger even further inside him, “Shit, boss! What the fuck was that?”

 

Hannibal couldn’t suppress the chuckle that rumbled through him with the relief. “What kid?” he asked innocently as he located the right spot again, “That?”

 

“Fuck!” Again Face bucked up and Hannibal had to choke back his laughter, “God, that’s it, right there...”

 

For long minutes Hannibal stayed at that spot, circling, rubbing, pressing, until Face was squirming underneath him, eyes shut tight in pleasure, whispered little pleas and curses slipping from his lips as Hannibal worked him open.

 

As Hannibal withdrew to use two fingers, Face’s only response was to look his CO straight in the eye and moan, “Oh, don't stop...” and so Hannibal didn’t, sliding back in with two fingers, scissoring and stretching alongside the stroking and the rubbing.

 

While his fingers reduced Face to a moaning, writhing puddle beneath him, Hannibal changed his position, climbing back into the gap between his legs once more, letting his analytical mind take over, planning how this would work the best, how he could make it spectacular for Face...

 

He knew from behind would be easiest on the kid, but he couldn’t do that, not for their first time, he needed to be able to see Face’s expression the whole time, know that he was still wanted, know that he was doing the right thing. He slid three fingers in now, his own cock jumping in anticipation as Face let out a long, low moan in response and made a decision.

 

Two more minutes of prep and Hannibal decided that Face was as ready as he would ever be. He slid his fingers out and slipped off the bed, Face’s disappointed and lust fogged eyes following him as he walked up to the head board, physically grabbing his limp lieutenant under the arms and hauling him up the pillows, propping him up in a half seated, half lying position. Then he grabbed a condom from his pile of supplies and pushed Face’s thighs apart again, kneeling in the space and fumbling with the condom wrapper; now they were getting close, Hannibal was struggling to keep hold of his own desire.

 

“No,” Face’s hand was suddenly on his wrist again and Hannibal froze. No? No what? Had he made a terrible mistake? He had thought Face wanted this, did he not? “No, condoms,” Face whispered, “We don't need them. Only you. Only me.”

 

Hannibal was speechless as he looked at Face’s wide eyes below him. He’d never anticipated anything like this, never in a million years. He felt tears sting his eyes as he stared down.

 

“Please?” Face whispered, misunderstanding his stillness and Hannibal surged forward, trapping both their cocks between them as he found Face’s mouth again and kissed him until he felt his orgasm starting to build. Reluctantly he pulled away, urgency in every move he made, and threw the condom back on the cabinet. Face smiled at him as he lifted the kid’s left leg, using all that limberness that made Face so good at hand to hand, and holding it up, knee almost on his own shoulder. Next he pushed the right thigh out across the bed, opening Face up beautifully, and they were ready.

 

“Okay?” Hannibal whispered as he frantically slicked his own bare cock. Face nodded, his eyes full of trust and the edges of his mouth tugged up in the smallest of smiles. “Okay then,” Hannibal lined himself up, “Watch...”

 

Face looked down and Hannibal dragged another pillow over to keep his head up knowing that now Face could see, almost as well as he himself could, that blunt head of his cock pushing at his entrance, asking to be let in.

 

“Jesus Christ...” Face whispered as Hannibal pushed into him, slow and steady, no pause, no let up as two pairs of blue eyes watched in rapt silence as Hannibal’s cock disappeared, millimetre by millimetre inside him.

 

It was more incredible than anything that Hannibal had ever felt before. The heat, the tightness, the increased sensitivity of being bareback, watching himself slide in, the total trust and adoration in Face’s eyes. As soon as he was buried as far as he would go, he had to stop, breathe deeply and empty his mind otherwise he was in danger of shooting his load there and then.

 

As soon as he felt more in control, he started to move, opening his eyes to look into Face’s tight expression and understood straight away. Face wasn’t in pain, not  yet, but it was uncomfortable. Hannibal knew what that burn was like, he only  hoped that Face wasn’t feeling it anywhere near as badly as he had that first time.

 

Hannibal slid out, watching as Face’s eyes closed and a low hiss left his lips, then he pushed in again, twisting his hips, hoping he had the angle just right and... eureka. Face’s head jerked back into the pillow and he cried out, hands reaching to grab Hannibal’s biceps.

 

“Like that, huh?” Hannibal queried as he stroked in the same way again, receiving the same enthusiastic response.

 

“Yeah...” Face gasped. It seemed to be all the speech he was capable of, especially after he lifted his head, and pulling on Hannibal’s arms for support, looked down again, watching with wide enraptured eyes as Hannibal’s thick cock slid in and out of him like a freight train in a tunnel.

 

Eventually the strain was too much for him and he let go, slipping back into the pillows, arms sprawled above his head, looking flushed and aroused and beautiful and Hannibal knew he had very little time left in him now. He balanced on one hand, the other wrapping around Face’s cock and pumping in time with his thrusts. This was it, he needed Face to come now, needed the kid to explode like it was the end of the universe, and then he too could let himself go and feel the release of flooding straight into a warm receptive body for the first time ever.

 

“Come on, kid,” he whispered, “I want to watch you come,” Face moaned and Hannibal felt everything tighten, “Oh, that’s right, just let go beautiful boy. My beautiful boy, show me how you come, let me hear you. Let go.”

 

And Face did. His eyes were scrunched tightly closed, hands gripping the top of the head board and he tipped his hips up and came, shooting long ropes of semen from his cock, covering his stomach and chest, Hannibal’s hand; his internal muscles clenching rhythmically around that cock inside him and pulling Hannibal over the edge with him. Face’s cries as he came were joined with Hannibal’s who was emptying himself deep inside his boy’s incredible heat, and then it was all over.

 

 

Face’s leg was suddenly made of jello and it quivered, falling sideways onto Hannibal, knocking the boss to one side, but he held on to Face, taking him with him, making sure he stayed buried as deep as he could for the moment, just until they slid back to earth.        

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