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Will kicked the snow from his boots as he crossed the threshold. He quickly shut the door to keep more heat from escaping, even though he wanted to go back out in the snow. If it wasn’t for the screaming of his shoulders, he would’ve continued to chop wood. It was hot and close in the cabin, almost oppressively so, and... delicious. He perked up at the smell.
”Biscuits?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve been busy. It smells wonderful in here.”
“Yes, it does.” Hannibal paused a moment. Will knew he was scenting the air. ”I’m relieved you're back. It’s much too cold to be out there for so long.”
With a deep inhale, Will parsed the scents beneath the baking and quickly found Hannibal. “You don't smell relieved.” Another deep breath. “Are you excited?”
“Yes.”
Will simply smiled at that, and began to unlace his boots.
“No need to worry about hypothermia; I’m uncomfortably hot right now.” Will pulled off his balaclava and tried to shake out his sweaty hair. “I’d forgotten this part of it.” The curls clung to his neck. “And the restlessness.”
Will sloughed off each layer, hanging his parka and ski-pants on their hooks by the door. His shirt stuck to his back. Pulling it over his head, Will realized just how quiet it had become. He glanced toward the kitchen where Hannibal stood, still as death. Will admired the expanse of his back for a moment, as he tried to imagine how he must smell to the alpha across the room. Hannibal returned to laying biscuits on the cooling rack, steadfastly ignoring him. Will smirked as he made his way to the back of the cabin and his room. Even though he passed within inches, Hannibal never once looked his way. Will would’ve been offended, if he wasn't absolutely certain that it was Hannibal’s only recourse for maintaining some dignity. Will peeled off his sweats and socks, leaving only damp boxers. He’d see how Hannibal dealt with this much bare skin.
His return went completely unnoticed, or so it seemed, but Will sensed a shift in the air. Hannibal knew he was there. Will waited.
”How is the wood lasting?” Hannibal offered, a safe topic.
“Good. I’m sure we'll make it till Spring, as long as we continue to be careful.” Will leaned against the wall. “I'm famished.”
“Excellent. I'm planning on stuffing you...”
Will snorted loudly, and Hannibal finally spared him a quick glance. No, it was definitely a look. Will just smiled at him.
“... full of food today,” he continued, returning to the dusty counter he was cleaning. “And I’m putting you to bed early.”
“Just as well, since you're gonna be stuffing me all day tomorrow.” Smirking, Will hopped up on the counter and claimed the space just cleared of flour. Hannibal studiously ignored him as he wiped toward the sink. “We won't accomplish much today, tomorrow, or the next either, and maybe not even Tuesday.”
“Maybe? You're not sure?”
“Well, I actually haven't had a heat in years.”
“Really?” He looked at Will now, concerned. “That's dangerous.”
“I know.” He couldn't meet Hannibal’s intense stare. “It's just that I’ve often been afraid of losing my mind, and so I absolutely hated losing control of my body. It was just too much.” Will looked him dead in the eye, placing a hand on Hannibal’s arm. “But that’s not an issue anymore.”
With a gentle tug, he pulled him in for a kiss. He licked deep into his mouth, wrapping his legs around his waist. Hannibal yanked him to the very edge of the counter, sucking on Will’s tongue, before breaking the kiss. He grabbed Will’s face in both hands. Hannibal held him fast and dragged his tongue up Will’s throat; once, twice, and the third was hard and slow, ending beneath Will’s ear. Will tilted his head to the side, trying to shake his curls even in Hannibal’s vice-like grip. He knew his hair trapped his scent and he wanted Hannibal to indulge. A sharp inhale was all Will could hear. The nip to his earlobe startled him, and Will crushed Hannibal between his thighs, grinding against him. Hannibal hissed.
“Grab my shoulders.”
Will obeyed, and with one last pull of Will's hair, Hannibal released him. Dropping his hands to Will’s ass, he lifted Will and yanked his boxers past his cheeks. Hannibal dropped him to the counter once more, the tile cold against Will’s skin. Unable to spread for Hannibal, his boxers digging into his thighs, Will leaned against the cupboards to try and tuck his knees to his chest. Will clawed at Hannibal’s shoulders and Hannibal pressed close, their foreheads nearly touching. Hannibal’s eyes were a black void that Will couldn't escape.
Fingers pressed into Will’s tight slit, and he could only squeeze around them as they teased. He had no leverage with Hannibal bearing down, trapping him. They forced in deep and Will’s moan eclipsed Hannibal's low growl, before they slipped out and Hannibal's cock took their place. One steady, hard thrust pinned Will in place. With Hannibal deep inside, Will could barely breathe. An eternity passed as they stared each other down.
Hannibal blinked first. Tearing his gaze free, he buried his face in Will’s neck and bit at him, sucking and bruising. He pounded into him, clutching at Will’s hips, bruising again. Every fierce thrust pulled desperate cries from Will’s throat. Will rode the pain with the pleasure, letting Hannibal take what he obviously needed. Hannibal was a force unstoppable, not that Will would even dream of trying, and he spilled deep inside with a harsh cry.
Will just held Hannibal close, uncomfortable position be damned. He wasn't giving up the opportunity to feel every breath, to feel the tension melt away as Hannibal came down. He wanted to absorb this moment. Soft kisses moved along his throat, and Will’s eyes fluttered open as Hannibal took a step back. He slowly lowered Will’s legs, gently pulling his boxers off, and spread him wide. Hannibal reclaimed the space between. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Will’s. It was soft, and Will could feel Hannibal’s breath, still heavy. He grabbed hold of Hannibal’s face, thumbs along cheekbones before taking Hannibal’s mouth. He sucked one lip before licking his way in. Large hands squeezed his thighs and Will tried to roll his hips. Hannibal held him down. Will pulled his hair hard. Hannibal groaned and a hand took Will’s cock. Will gave him some slack, but left his fingers tangled in his lover’s hair. Hannibal began stroking slowly. Will rewarded him with a couple more sweet kisses before pulling him back. He slid his hand to the nape of Hannibal’s neck, soothing him with a soft rub. Hannibal smiled, continuing to jack him off. Will shoved Hannibal down to his crotch.
He went easy, burying his face at the base of Will’s cock, and inhaled deeply with a low hum. Will shivered. He didn’t think he’d ever heard Hannibal sound so pleased. The hand stroking him stilled, and Hannibal nuzzled against him. He slowly dragged his lips up Will’s entire length, his breath hot on sensitive skin, until he could tease the head with his tongue. Will gasped at the wet touch, grip tightening in Hannibal’s hair. Will suffered light flicks across the tip, followed by many wet, open-mouthed kisses. His urge to thrust into that mouth was thwarted by Hannibal’s hands on him, holding him down. Will allowed the teasing to continue, the pressure to build, but delectable torture was still torture. The moment Hannibal nearly purred, Will jerked him back by his hair. The look in his eyes was dangerous.
“Get your hands off of me, Hannibal. If you can be good, they can stay on the counter. If not, they’ll go behind your back. Do you understand?”
“Of course, love,” he croaked.
“You sound wrecked already.” The sound pulled at Will. His heart raced. “Can you smell my desire?”
Hannibal merely nodded.
“I bet you can almost taste me. Don’t worry about drooling everywhere, Hannibal. It can only help your cause.”
Hannibal leaned onto the counter, draping across Will’s lap, his fingers splayed and elbows down. Even nearly pressed against Will’s crotch, he proudly stared him in the eye. Will released him for a moment, brushing gently through his hair, and brought his cock to Hannibal’s waiting mouth. When he didn’t move, Will arched one brow and waited. With a sudden quirk of his lip, Hannibal swallowed him down.
“Oh, fuck!” Will barked, scrabbling at his hair.
He pulled Hannibal back a fraction, struggling to regain control, before rocking back in deep. He moved Hannibal, fucking his alpha’s face, as the man just opened wide and swallowed him down. Spit ran from the corner of his mouth and down the shaft of Will’s cock. Will was mesmerized, groaning softly and biting his lower lip. When he was almost there, he pulled Hannibal close, just rocking deep. Even as tears ran down Hannibal’s face, he hummed around Will’s length.
“Oh, Christ!”
Will spilled and Hannibal drank in every single drop. Will dropped his head back against the cupboard and tried to catch his breath. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Hannibal buried his face against Will’s stomach, lips pressing small kisses to the scar there.
When Hannibal finally helped him down from the counter, Will took a moment to just hold him and recover. Hannibal caressed his cheek and then let him go.
“You can take a quick shower. I still have to brown the sausages and make your gravy.”
Will smiled, scooped up his boxers and headed for the hall.
“And Will, don't think that I don't know what you're doing here.”
Will turned back with a smile.
“And what, exactly, is that?”
“You're goading me, trying to make me lose control.”
“Trying?” Will scoffed, and headed for the back rooms. “I’d say I was succeeding.”
“Oh, sweet Will,” Hannibal warned. “You have no idea what you're in for…”