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Will stood under the ladder in Hannibal’s office. He had his arms wrapped around himself and felt like he might fall apart if he let go. Hannibal was talking about stress relief, nothing Will hadn’t heard before, but it was slightly less enraging from Hannibal. At least he had a nice voice.
“Yeah, tried it,” Will said. He hadn’t been listening to the specifics, but it didn’t matter. He’d tried just about everything.
Hannibal gazed at him, spread out and leaning back in one of the chairs. “I can’t say I would recommend meditation for you in any case.”
“Great. So what would you recommend?”
“Sex,” Hannibal said.
Will looked over at him and blinked. “Okay. I wasn’t expecting that one.”
“Masturbation is marginally effective, but partnered sex causes the body to release significantly more oxytocin, lowers blood pressure, and increases immune response over time. The immediate effects can last up to a week.”
“So you’re telling me to go out and get laid once a week?”
“A regular partner would be ideal.”
Will leaned against the ladder. “Sure. No problem. Why not get married while I’m at it? That’s about as regular as it gets.”
“Have you had difficulty in finding a partner, or have you chosen not to look for one?”
“A followed by B.”
“I take it you find the idea distasteful?”
“I don’t find the idea of sex distasteful,” Will said. “Just the part where I have to find someone who’s interested in me first.”
“Is that really so difficult? You are very attractive.”
That brought Will up short again, and a few seconds passed in silence before he managed a reply. “Maybe it’d go better if I kept my mouth shut.”
Hannibal regarded him calmly. “Has that been your experience?”
“I’m not here to talk about my love life.”
“No. We were discussing stress management techniques. This was the only one that caught your attention.”
“Because I’ve heard everything else a thousand times before.” Will rested his forehead against the smooth wood of the ladder. “It’s not happening. Move on.”
“I could propose an alternative,” Hannibal said.
Will looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “What kind of proposition are you talking about?”
“Nothing personal. A simple arrangement. I would not propose it with every patient, of course, but I do believe that unorthodox forms of therapy can yield results, especially in unorthodox cases.”
Will turned slowly toward him. “You want to elaborate on that?”
“Will you come and sit down?”
“I think I’m supposed to leave at this point,” Will said, but he was drifting toward the chairs despite himself. “Probably report you to someone.”
“Are you going to?”
“May as well get the specifics first.”
Hannibal looked amused. “Very sensible. The specifics, then. I would remain clothed. You may be as dressed or undressed as you please. I would provide you with sexual stimulation to the point of orgasm and physical contact afterward.”
“For the good of my mental health,” Will said.
“And in the spirit of experimentation, yes. I admit I’m curious to see what effect it might have.”
“And not because you find me attractive?”
“You are attractive. That is a fact, not a personal opinion. It may have some weight in this situation, but it was not the deciding factor.”
Will looked away. He rubbed his damp palm against the leather armrest. “What kind of sexual stimulation? Are you just — going to give me a hand job? Or what?”
“No, something with a higher degree of intimacy would be more effective. Prostate massage, I think.”
Will swallowed. “Well, that just went from zero to a hundred.”
“If you would prefer something else, I am open to suggestions.”
Will was quiet for a long time, but he wasn’t thinking. He couldn’t. His answer had already formed in his brain, and eventually he had to let it out. “Okay. Where do you want me?”
"Either the chaise or over the desk I think."
Will looked between them. He did not want to be on his back on the chaise looking up at Hannibal. The desk seemed safer. He got slowly to his feet. "We're doing this now?"
"Unless you would prefer to wait. I will try to be as neat as possible, but you may wish to remove your trousers.”
Will moved to the desk and stood behind it while he took off his shoes and then his pants and then, finally, his underwear. He stood there in his socks and shirt and felt an anticipatory tightening in his stomach, a premonition of arousal. The room was cool enough to raise goosebumps on his thighs, but he started to warm immediately under Hannibal's gaze.
"Place your hands on the desk and bend forward if you would."
Will obeyed. Hannibal locked the office doors, entrance and exit. He moved behind Will and pushed up his shirt to bare his ass. He stroked up and down Will’s back, lengthening the stroke each time so that it soon reached from Will's shoulder blades down over the curve of his ass to his thighs. Will rested his head in the cradle of his crossed arms. He saw only the top of the desk and tried to keep his mind as blank as his field of vision.
"Good," Hannibal murmured.
Will heard a bottle being opened. "You keep lube in your office?"
"Almond oil. For my hands. Winter is so drying, don't you find?"
Will opened his mouth to answer and made a high inarticulate noise instead as Hannibal slid two slick fingers between his cheeks and over his hole. He sucked a breath in through his teeth.
"Don't tense up again now. You were doing very well," Hannibal said.
One finger pressed in, and Will didn't have time to tense up again before it was entirely inside him. Hannibal found his prostate immediately. His finger circled around it, rubbing at the edges, and Will's toes curled into the floor.
"There. How does that feel?"
"Good. Fuck. It's good."
"Then just relax. Tell me if there is anything you need."
It was a horribly light tease, one finger and barely any pressure. Will almost said he needed more, but it felt so good as it was that he wasn’t sure he wanted more. At least not yet. He was getting hard. Every time Hannibal nudged his prostate, it made his cock twitch. Will reached for the far edge of the desk and gripped it. The grain of the wood blurred in front of his eyes. His body clenched involuntarily around Hannibal’s finger.
“Again,” Hannibal said softly.
Will did it again. He shifted his hips, wanting it deeper. Hannibal pulled them back an inch and set a hand on Will’s back, pressing down so that his hips tilted up. His foot nudged Will’s, widening his stance. Will arched his back and rocked deliberately onto Hannibal’s finger.
“You’ve done this before,” Hannibal said. “Not, I presume, with a former therapist.”
Will let out an amused breath. “Not with a therapist.”
“With another man?”
“A few,” Will said.
“You enjoyed it?”
He pressed in harder, and Will let out a soft sigh. “Yeah. God. S’been a while.”
“You can have this from me whenever you like,” Hannibal said. “At every appointment if you wish.”
Will looked back over his shoulder. Hannibal’s eyes were fixed on the place where his finger entered Will’s body. There might have been the faintest touch of color on his cheeks. “What if I want it more often than that?” Will said.
Hannibal blinked once before he managed to look at Will’s face. “I suppose we might come to some arrangement.”
Will only got a second to think about that before Hannibal started working another finger into him and all his attention was on his body and the present moment. The stretch was exactly what he had wanted, so much so that he groaned with it, long and low and unrestrained.
“You are taking this more easily than I thought you would.” Hannibal paused. “The situation. Not the act itself.”
“In for a penny,” Will said. “Might as well—“ He took a quick breath as Hannibal slid his fingers in a torturous circle. “Uh. Enjoy myself. That’s — that’s the point, right?”
“It is.”
Hannibal kept up those slow circles over Will’s prostate. He scissored his fingers wider. Will nearly whined with the stretch and found himself sliding back for a firmer touch. He rocked his hips once and swiveled them, seeking.
“Shall I stay still and let you move?” Hannibal said.
Will swallowed and rocked back again. He shook his head. “Don’t stop. Give me more.”
“More inside you?” Hannibal said, very low. “Or more of this?” He rubbed his fingertips more firmly over Will’s prostate, on the edge of too much.
“Fuck. Both. I want to come.” Will wiped a hand over his face. He was sweating a little. The room no longer seemed cold at all, and he wished he’d taken off his shirt. His cock bobbed untouched, only occasionally grazing the edge of the desk, leaking freely.
“Can you come from this?”
Will nodded quickly. It was better with a hand on his cock too, but there was something about this situation that he didn’t want to change. He liked the idea of coming apart like this, with only Hannibal’s fingers inside him. “Just, a little faster—“
Hannibal obliged. He rubbed Will quickly, lightly at first but growing firmer until Will started to pant. Hannibal kept it at that intensity as Will scrabbled at the smooth surface of the desk for something to cling to. His breath steamed the glossy wood. He pressed his nails into the finish. His balls drew up tight and his skin tingled and then he was there, coming with a low groan on the side of Hannibal’s desk and on his rug.
Hannibal kept up the steady motion of his fingers through it until Will had to reach back and push at his hand. Even then, Hannibal didn’t stop and Will had a few seconds of shuddering oversensitivity before his whole body convulsed one more time.
“Fuck, enough, enough,” he said. He lay across the desk while Hannibal pulled his fingers out. A blanket was draped over his back. Hannibal’s footsteps departed and returned. He guided Will over to the couch and drew him close. Will let himself slump bonelessly against Hannibal’s side and pulled the blanket close around him.
“How do you feel?” Hannibal asked.
“Fantastic,” Will said. He yawned. “Also like I could sleep for a week.”
“You may if you wish. I will wake you when our hour is over.”
Will squinted up at him but could read nothing on his face. “What are you getting out of this? Don’t lie.”
Hannibal looked at him for a long time. He brushed Will’s hair back from his forehead and drew him closer. “I don’t know,” he said.
Will believed him.