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Will drove home, trying to force himself to think about Margot's revelations. He should be consumed with thoughts about what it meant to become a father. But his mind wanted to linger on that last image of Hannibal. Watching him pleasuring himself in his office chair minutes after Will revealed how he'd fantasized about watching Hannibal and Alana. It was a longer than usual drive home as different thoughts did battle in Will's head.
Will busied himself once home, administering after the dogs, giving extra attention to the ritual of preparing their dinner. He found his mind wandering to Hannibal preparing the suckling pig he had served for the three of them, and inevitably to the fantasies that had played in Will's head as they ate dinner and had a conversation with so many layers he needed a compass to follow.
Having fed the dogs, and then himself, Will tidied up. He looked around his little house, and decided it was time to allow himself some pleasure. Perhaps it was the only way to calm his mind.
He poured himself a finger of whiskey, and sipped it as he set up the scene. He dug through his nightstand drawer to find his stainless steel cock ring, which he then placed in the freezer to chill for a few minutes. He moved his chair to face the front room windows. He thought about cracking open the front door, but decided it was just too cold outside. He retrieved the cock ring from the freezer, leaving the empty glass in the kitchen, and returned the front room.
Will sat in the chair, facing the front window, spread his legs wide, and slowly unzipped his pants. He pulled his penis through the fly of his boxers, and then deftly slid the cock ring down his soft penis, puling first one ball through, then the other, enjoying the initial cold sensation as he left it to rest. He relaxed into the chair, and began to let his mind wander. He thought about Hannibal making similar preparations, leaving the office door open, positioning the chair, moving quietly and quickly to set the scene. Will's cock began to harden as he imagined Hannibal hoping Will will notice the open door, peek inside.
Will slowly started to stroke himself with his right hand, remembering the sight of Hannibal doing the same. Unlike Hannibal's labored breathing, Will made no effort to restrain the soft moans as his pleasure built. Was it enough for Hannibal to know Will was watching, or was he thinking too of Will's revelation, that Will himself had fantasized about Hannibal and Alana.
Will's mind shifts to the dinner at Hannibal's house, and rewrites the scene. He excuses himself for a few moments. He returns to the dining room to find Alana leaning back on the dining room table, Hannibal's face buried between her legs, Alana writhing in ecstasy while trying to be quiet. Will stands just at the edge of the room, drinking in her pleasure. Hannibal stands, releases his cock from his dress pants, and enters her, while leaning to kiss her deeply.
Will's rhythm on his own cock picks up as he envisions Hannibal thrusting into Alana to the same tempo. Hannibal then looks up, and locks eyes with Will.
Will feels his pleasure cresting, his soft moans becoming more throated. Imagining Hannibal's added pleasure of seeing Will's arousal. Imagining how it must feel to be inside Alana, her taste on his lips. Imagining how it must feel to have Hannibal inside him, having tasted of himself on Hannibal's lips.
In his mind, Hannibal shudders as he cums, never breaking eye contact. In his own hand, his own orgasm crests and for a moment Will only feels pleasure and release.