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“Hurt me,” Will demands, eyes stinging. Hannibal blinks up at the ceiling and cards a hand through the back of Will’s head, into those soft curls. Will’s scent of fresh rainfall and melon starts to mix with the pepper of arousal, but a sweetness starts to tickle his nose and it makes Hannibal pause. He wonders if Will only associates his love towards him with pain. And while Will is magnificent in suffering, this is not the time for it.
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In which much of their intimacy is hard and rough, Hannibal realizes Will needs to just be loved softly every once in awhile.
