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The weather is hot. Way too hot.
A heatwave arrived in the town a couple of days ago and it refuses to leave. Outside there is not the slightest breeze, and even the water in the pool is hot. The only way to combat it that the twins and Hannibal found is locking themselves up in Hannibal’s room and turning on the AC. This is why Will, Adam, and Hannibal are lying on the moderately cold floor of the latter’s room, waiting for the torture to come to an end. They had ice cream instead of a proper lunch in an attempt to cool down, and even then, they couldn’t stop sweating.
Will lies on his stomach, trying to read a comic book but he can barely find the will to focus on it. Adam is next to him, with his limbs spread like a star and staring at the ceiling. He has a damp cold towel wrapped around his neck to fight the issues that come with his higher sensory input, and he’s only wearing his space-patterned swimming trunks. Hannibal is the least affected of the three, or so he appears to be, as he is fully clothed and resting his hands on his stomach peacefully, with his eyes closed.
Will sighs and closes his comic book. “I’m bored,” he groans.
Hannibal props himself up on his elbows to look at him. He doesn’t answer, staring at him as if saying “What do you want me to do about it?”.
Will shrugs and props himself on his elbows as well. He could get up and grab a book, something that looks more interesting from Hannibal’s collection, but: first, there’s not a single book from his collection he hasn’t read already, and second, he doesn’t think his brain would work with this heat, even if he wanted to read. If he can’t focus on the simple plot of an action comic, he doubts he could focus on philosophy or classic Greek literature. Will hides and rubs his face on the inner part of his arm, groaning.
Hannibal takes his eyes off his frustrated boyfriend to look at Adam, who still has his eyes closed, ignoring them. A stray, little drop—maybe of sweat, maybe water from the towel—drips down his body, and Hannibal focuses on it. He follows its path, seeing how it travels down the side of his neck. It keeps moving, sliding until it reaches his chest, where it caresses one of his nipples. It stops there for a few seconds, then continues its course over his abdomen until it gets lost under the elastic of his shorts. Hannibal licks his lips as if he can taste it on them. Taste Adam.
He swallows, and his thoughts might be showing on his face, because when he looks back up he finds Will eyeing him with a knowing look. Then his expression changes, shifting to another one that Hannibal knows extremely well. Will’s lips part slightly, his eyebrows rise, and he tilts his head to the side a little bit. His lips then form into a smirk, and his blue eyes glow.
Will has an idea. A mischievous one.
He leans over Adam's body, and without warning, sucks with his tongue from Adam's neck to his abdomen over the thin wet trail left behind by the droplet of water.
“Will!?” Adam asks, surprised. He puts his hands on Will’s hair, who gazes at him from under his lashes, looking utterly shameless and smug.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, faking innocence.
Adam blushes and lets go of his hair. “It’s too hot for this,” he complains but makes no effort to push him away.
Will ignores him and licks a stripe from one side of his hip bone to the other, enjoying the way Adam’s stomach quivers under his tongue. His skin is on fire, and Will blows over where he sucked. It has a cooling effect, and the contrast with the weather makes Adam moan in pleasure.
Will smiles, satisfied. He slides his hands to Adam’s thighs, stroking the soft skin there. He moves his hands up and down, slowly parting his thighs. The fabric of Adam’s shorts tightens as Will’s fingertips skim the inside of his thigh, his cock starting to fill. Will slips his fingers under the trunks, feeling how much warmer it is underneath them.
Another moan escapes from Adam’s lips when Will brushes his cock. “Fuck,” he whispers, cheeks tinting a pretty shade of pink. “Please,” he begs, his voice a little breathless.
Will ignores him. “Hannibal,” he says, not taking his eyes off Adam.
“Yes?” his boyfriend asks. He is watching the show with undivided attention.
“I have an idea,” Will says. He twists his wrist to grab Adam's cock, and the boy gasps.
“What is it?” Hannibal asks. Will can’t tell if the way his chest heaves is because of the heat, or if he’s getting worked up.
Will runs a finger along Adam’s dick, making him whimper. “I think we could try something different today,” he says.
Hannibal hums. “Different how?”
Will smirks and sits up. He places a hand on Hannibal’s face and moves him closer until their lips are almost touching.
“I think, darling,” he whispers against his mouth, “that Adam should try fucking you today.”
Adam moans again, and this time it sounds less like a plea and more like a demand. Hannibal gapes at Will, rendered speechless for a moment. His throat feels dry when he swallows. It’s not often that he doesn’t find the right words, but Will’s proposal has filled his mind with static, leaving it blank of any thoughts. His body does react, though, with a pleasurable shiver that runs down his spine.
Will chuckles. “Would you like that, baby?” he looks at Adam.
“Yes,” he answers immediately. It’s adorable. “I want to but I, uh, I’ve never— I don’t know how to…”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll teach you,” Will dismisses his concerns with a movement of his hand. He turns towards Hannibal. “What about you? Do you want to?”
“Yes,” Hannibal blurts out.
The mental image of an inexperienced Adam, overwhelmed, with tears falling down his beautiful eyes, and Will guiding him in the background, makes his breath hitch. It goes straight to his cock. He’s eager for it.
“Good,” Will nods. “On your hands and knees, Hannibal, then, please.”
Hannibal bites his lower lip, feeling weirdly self-conscious for a moment, before obeying. He feels his cheeks getting warmer as he gets into position, but he does his best not to think too much about it. He obeys Will’s request, and looks at the wall, with Will and Adam behind him.
Will squeezes his butt roughly, almost pinching him. “You’re wearing too much clothes,” he says. He hooks his fingers on the waist of his cargo shorts to bring them down, not wasting any time. “How are you not sweating?”
“I might have less eccrine or apocrine glands than the average person,” Hannibal replies.
Will rolls his eyes. “Well, that isn’t fair, is it?” he says as he pushes Hannibal’s pants down until they pool around his knees. “I have an idea that’ll get you hotter.” He deposits a chaste kiss on the small of his back before grabbing his boxers to take them off.
Will gives his cheek something closer to a pat than a spank, and talks to Adam. “You know what the first step is, Adam?” he asks.
“Fingering,” Adam nods.
“Exactly, so.” He gets up and walks to Hannibal’s bedside table to retrieve the bottle of lube he knows is in the second drawer. There’s a packet of condoms next to it they only use when they don’t want to make a mess, and today is not one of those days. “Do you want to do it?” He offers Adam the lube.
“Okay.” Adam grabs it. He’s never done this to someone before, only to himself, and his hands shake a bit from nervous anticipation as he uncaps the bottle.
“You’re going to do fine, I’ll guide you,” Will reassures him, grabbing the bottle to pour lube on his own fingers before handing it back to Adam and indicating him to do the same.
Hannibal usually fingers himself open when he bottoms for Will. It’s not that Will does it wrong, but rather that he enjoys doing it, and there’s something so intimate about preparing himself for his partner, yet at the same time just the slightest bit embarrassing that it goes straight to his cock. It’s nothing, however, in comparison to the levels of shame that being exposed to the Graham twins, with Will teaching Adam how to touch him as if he were a medical manikin model to practice on, makes him feel. His muscles tense and his skin flushes. He’s sweating now, and his cock hangs heavily between his legs.
He hears the cap of the lube close behind him.
“Now, let it warm up on your palm a bit like so,” Will instructs Adam. “Then make sure your fingers are coated in it,” he shows him. Some of the lube drips down onto the floor from Adam’s fingers and he shrugs. “Better to have too much than too little. So, do you want me to show you first? Is not different from what we do to you when you bottom, but…”
Adam shakes his head. “I think I can do it,” he says.
“Alright, great. Come here, then.” Will moves out of the way, so Adam can kneel between Hannibal’s legs. “Good, now spread his cheeks a bit.” Adam does. “Perfect. Now, if you wanna make Hannibal whine, you gotta run a finger down his perineum, then tease circles around his rim before pressing inside just a tiny bit,” he says.
Will knows him so well that it paints an endeared smile on Hannibal’s lips.
Adam follows the directions slowly, making sure he gets it right.
“Then pull out and repeat it,” Will adds.
Adam complies, removing his finger from inside Hannibal. Hannibal whines and presses his butt against Adam’s hand, unwilling to let him go. Will smiles, satisfied.
“See, what did I say?”
Will lets Adam tease Hannibal for a few minutes. At the same time, he runs over Hannibal's cock with the pad of his index finger, his touch feather-light against its width. The barely-there sensation has Hannibal biting his tongue in frustration, thrusting his hips in a desperate attempt to find friction. Will chuckles.
“You can push a finger inside him now,” he tells Adam. “Just like the times you’ve fingered yourself open for us.”
Adam blushes at the reminder and pushes a finger inside Hannibal’s hole, slowly getting it inside. He bites his lip like he does when he’s focusing hard on something, and Will finds it so adorable he wants to kiss him.
Hannibal clenches around the intrusion, then relaxes as Adam begins to move his finger in slow, small circles. He wriggles it upward, curling it to find his prostate. It’s very evident when he does, because Hannibal moans, and buckles backward.
Adam meets Will’s eyes, smiling proudly.
“Well done,” the older twin praises him. “You can add a second finger now,” he says. “Or two, Hannibal can handle two more. The needy little thing probably is desperate for more.”
Hannibal shoots daggers in his direction, but the whine that escapes his lips and the way his body trembles with lust betray him.
Adam lets two fingers slide inside, joining the first one in Hannibal’s body. Hannibal’s cock twitches against Will’s hand, and his breathing turns heavier. Adam’s fingers are thin, but long, and the teenager thrusts them in and out of him in constant motions, touching his prostate every time.
“That's it,” Will encourages. “Keep going, Adam, you're doing great,” he says.
The praise has its desired effect and makes Adam whimper, his cheeks turning red in a way that can’t be attributed to the heat.
“Look, you’re making him leak all over the place for you already,” Will says, realizing that there’s precum already oozing from the slit of Hannibal’s cock. It drips down his shaft and onto the floor. Will rubs the head, encouraging more of it to stain his hand. He shows it to Adam. “See? That means you’re doing a good job. Isn’t he, Hannibal?”
Will raises his hand to his face and gives his palm a lick, tasting the precum without losing eye contact with Hannibal. It sends a shiver down both his and Adam’s spines.
Hannibal swallows, hard, and his voice comes out strangled when he speaks. “Yes, he’s doing good.”
Will smiles. “Good.” He turns to Adam. “You can fuck him now, Adam, he must be nice and wet at this point.”
Adam’s cock is dripping precum already as well, wetting the interior of his swimming shorts. He doesn’t need to be asked twice. He craves being inside of Hannibal more than he’s ever wanted anything in the world. Still, he’s never done this, so he looks to Will for help.
“H-how do I…?” he asks, embarrassed.
Will finds it endearing. “Grab his hips with one hand,” he says. Adam does. Will crawls closer to him. “Let me,” he requests.
He grabs the lube that was forgotten somewhere on the floor and uncaps it. He lowers Adam’s trunks just enough to free his cock, then pours the viscous liquid on his hands. He rubs it between them before wrapping his fingers around Adam’s cock to coat its entire length. Adam moans and sinks his nails on Hannibal’s hips.
“There, you’re ready,” he says. He cleans the excess lube on his pants. “Now just thrust in slowly until you get used to it, and that’s it.”
Adam’s hands shake, but he grabs the base of his cock and Hannibal’s hip as firmly as he manages. His stomach is in a knot from how nervous he is, and he has to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down as much as possible.
He licks his lips and, slowly, slowly , begins to slip into Hannibal’s body, inch by inch. They both moan and whimper, unable to control their reactions. Will’s chest heaves as he watches his twin’s cock disappear inside his boyfriend’s ass.
“Fuck,” he breathes. His cock is throbbing in his pants.
Once he’s fully inside, Adam stills for a couple of seconds. Being inside Hannibal feels good. Extremely good. Hot, and wet. He’s mesmerized by Hannibal's gasping and writhing under him, and how he clenches around his girth. His body is begging him for more, and Adam can’t resist.
He can’t control himself.
He plunges in and out of him without mercy, setting a brutal pace that has Hannibal’s body jolting forward from each movement. He searches for something to hold onto, but there’s nothing but the floor. Adam tries to go slow, he does, but Hannibal’s body around him feels so fucking good that he can’t.
“I’m sorry,” he moans.
“Don’t worry, he likes it fast,” Will reassures him. “He’s doing a good job, right, Hannibal?”
“Yes,” he moans. “Really good, Adam.”
Will scoots closer to where Hannibal’s head is. He grabs his face with both hands to raise it so they’re at eye level. He puts a stray lock of his hair behind his ear and plays with the hair on his nape, wet from sweat.
“And you’re doing very well for him as well,” Will whispers, close to his lips, savoring the way Hannibal whines. He kisses him. “You know, I wanted to fuck your throat—” Hannibal groans, and Will chuckles, “—but I got a better idea.”
He kisses him again and crawls back to Adam. “Keep fucking him like that, Adam.” He kisses his twin’s forehead. “You’re doing well, you got this.” He kisses his nose.
Tears are welling in Adam’s eyes, and Will knows that his brother is starting to get a little bit overwhelmed by the new sensation, but it hasn’t gotten to a point where he can’t handle it.
He shouldn’t push his limits, though.
And yet.
And yet, the way that his cock throbs in his pants, begging him to please get inside something, is taking over his ability to think rationally.
Fuck it.
He can’t stand on the sidelines anymore.
Adam is too distracted fucking Hannibal to notice Will disappearing behind him, and half-lying on the floor on his stomach, which causes him to yelp when his brother grabs his asscheeks and spreads them. Then, Will licks a stripe up his perineum, and Adam almost loses his balance and falls on top of Hannibal.
“Will!” he moans.
His pace falters, and Hannibal whines. Will laughs.
“Don’t stop moving, baby,” he says. “Focus on making Hannibal feel good and ignore me.”
It’s hard to obey when Will licks around his rim at the same time he massages his balls, but Adam forces himself to continue pumping his hips in short, controlled thrusts, not wanting to get away from Will’s tongue but also wanting to be a good boy and please Hannibal. Beautiful sounds continue to escape Hannibal’s mouth, so he must be doing a decent job.
Adam bites his lip when Will pushes his tongue inside his hole. His mind races with pleasure as Will expertly works it inside him, avoiding his prostate on purpose. He doesn’t want him to come just yet. The tears that were welling in his eyes begin falling down his face from the frustration. He’s desperate to have Will inside him, while at the same time, he wants him to stop and go away so he can come inside Hannibal in peace. The weird impasse between both is unbearable.
Will works Adam open, stretching him with his tongue and coating his insides with saliva. He enjoys the way Adam reacts to it. His twin brings a hand to twist on his hair, pushing closer against his butt. He clenches around his tongue, and his muscles tighten. Watching him come apart at the seams makes Will even more aroused.
He pulls his tongue out and a trickle of saliva connects them for a moment. Will replaces his tongue with two fingers, without bothering to coat them in lube. He circles them, making sure that Adam will be able to take him without any pain.
He slicks his cock with lube, and wastes no time getting into position behind Adam. He brings his body closer to his, wrapping a hand around his torso, and holding his forehead with the other. Adam practically mewls , and Will kisses the crook of his neck.
“Take a deep breath, my dear,” he says, letting him rest his head on his shoulder.
Adam inhales and Will enters him with one deep and sharp thrust of his hips. Will moans, relieved to fucking finally be engulfed by the delicious hotness of his brother's body. He begins to thrust his hips, forgetting all about trying not to overwhelm Adam, too lost in his own lust to think rationally.
“Fuck, you feel wonderful Adam,” Will groans, holding his body close.
Adam whimpers. Tears are running down his face, and his heart is beating so fast he feels like it might explode. The ecstasy is intoxicating, and he can barely breathe. Every part of him is burning. It’s way too intense. He loves it, but he doesn’t know how much more of it he can handle.
“Please,” he whines. “I need to— I can't—”
Will hushes him and deposits a sweet kiss on his neck. “It’s alright, baby, I know you can take it,” he says, then gives another kiss right behind his ear. “Just let us do all the work for you, it’s okay.”
Adam whines again but nods. He stays still, unable to do anything. He feels boneless, even when he hasn’t come yet. He is on the verge of orgasm, and he knows he won’t last long.
“Take what you need, Hannibal,” Will says to the other man. “Use him to come.”
It sounds like an order, and Hannibal doesn’t hesitate at all before obeying it. He fucks himself on Adam’s cock, uncaring of anything other than getting his release. He lets Adam’s cock assault his prostate with every desperate and needy movement, moaning as he does.
Finally, he stills. Adam’s whole body shudders as Hannibal clenches around him while he comes. He screams Adam’s name, and his seed paints the floor white. He falls onto the floor, breathless and spent, as his arms lose all strength with the force of his orgasm.
It makes Adam slip out of him and he whines at the loss of that heat that surrounded him, both relieved and saddened by it. Will wraps a hand around his cock to replace it and gives him a few strokes. He pays special attention to the head, using his thumb to tease at the slit, just the way he knows Adam loves.
“You’ve been so good today, baby, you did so well,” Will whispers praise into his ears that has a new wave of tears escaping Adam’s eyes, and his cock twitching in his brother’s hand. “Come for us now, Adam, you deserve it.”
“Will!” Adam cries out loudly.
He spurts all over Will’s hand, and Hannibal’s back. He almost suffers the same fate as him and falls, but Will doesn’t let him. He wraps an arm around his torso, possessively keeping him in place. Adam whimpers, but he makes no effort to move away. Will can tell Adam’s overwhelmed, but he still wants Will to come inside of him.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” he reassures him. “I won’t last much longer,” he groans.
Adam moans from oversensitivity with each buck of Will’s hips. His cock fights to get hard again, but it’s too soon after his orgasm to manage it. Will whispers sweet nothings into his ear, kissing his cheeks and his jaw.
“You’re beautiful, Adam,” he says when he’s close. “So fucking perfect.”
With one final thrust, Will comes, spilling hot semen deep inside his twin’s body. His entire naked frame rests on top of Adam as he cries and gasps his name. Adam does fall this time, bringing Will to the floor with him. He pants, finding it hard to move until he recovers his senses.
“Will…” Adam begs from under him. He isn’t sure if it’s the first time he called him, or if Will was too dizzy to realize.
“Sorry,” he apologizes and pulls out from him as quickly as he can. His sensitive, softening spent cock was beginning to hurt.
Cooling cum escapes from Adam’s body, and his hole tightens around nothing for a few seconds, as if unconsciously trying to keep it in. He relaxes, then, and simply lies on the floor, satisfied and tired.
Will lies down next to him, enjoying the cold of the floor against his still-burning skin. “Should we take a nap?” he suggests, rubbing his face in the space between Adam’s neck and shoulder.
Adam hums in agreement.
“I don’t see why not,” Hannibal accepts as well. “Maybe we can get into the pool when it gets a bit colder at night.”
Blame his horny, hormonal teenager brain, but the first place Will’s brain goes to is pool sex. He smiles.
“That’ll be nice.”