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When Hannibal and Will first started dating, Will was not expecting Hannibal to show such interest to enter into a BDSM relationship, with a predisposed dynamic to it. He also did not expect that he would ever have someone telling him when to sleep, what to eat, when to bathe, how to live his life. But here he was…

What he also clearly did not see coming, or could even fathom to think about was how much he would come to enjoy it. Will has always been one to overthink his steps and think and rethink everything before making a decision on something, that showed to be more damaging than helpful on multiple occasions, but after meeting Hannibal, everything he knew or thought he knew about himself, crumbled into a million pieces.

A long time ago he had told Chiyoh that he had never known himself as well as he does when he is in the company of Hannibal, and until this day, that has never ceased to be true. He helped Will discover and accept parts of himself that he didn’t even know were there to begin with, and in this new light of understanding and acceptance he evolved to be the Will Graham he is today - a less overthinking, bolder, and stronger version of himself. That new and improved version of the quirky ex FBI profiler also happens to be the submissive to one of the most wanted men in the world, no one other than Hannibal the Cannibal himself.

After the realisations Will endured pre-fall, with the knowledge that Hannibal was in love with him, and not only that but that he, himself, was also in love with the older man, quickly became too much to handle, leading up to Will making an impulsive move on both his and Hannibal’s life, bringing both of them into a freefall into the river. 

During the fall, Will thought that was it, that was how it was all going to end, how his life was approaching its final conscious moments, he thought about how he looked - bleeding from multiple open wounds, finally having fully embraced his dark side and in the arms of the man he truly loved. He used to think that when his death would approach, that he would be scared, that he would think of everything he still had to do, to accomplish, of all the friends and loved ones he was going to leave behind. But none of those was in his mind when he was falling, he wasn’t thinking about what Jack would think about once he saw the body that Hannibal... that THEY left behind brutally murdered, he wasn’t thinking about how Alana would feel once she got the news, he wasn’t even thinking about his wife, Molly or his step-son, Walter, Will didn’t even think about his dogs. The only thought present during all that time was how peaceful and whole he felt, how righteous his place between Hannibal’s arms felt, and the only regret he had, was not having taken it sooner. If he had to choose one way to go, he couldn’t see a better outcome than this. Will closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable impact to come, he was ready. 

Suddenly everything went black and every part of his body went numb, his strong grip on Hannibal’s sweater involuntarily started losing its strength, and then there was nothing. Nothing but darkness and the cold, uncomfortable and desperate sensation of water entering one’s lungs, there was nothing Will could do but to let go, and so he did.

Will had accepted his imminent demise, he was okay with it if that meant he would forever be with the one he loved more than anything else, but to Will’s surprise that was not what fate had planned for him, and by fate, he meant Hannibal. 

Hannibal had somehow managed to take both of them out of the river and into a safe house where they both stayed until their wounds were no longer life-threatening. Will remembered the day he saw Jack Crawford giving a press conference on the telly, where he told the public that Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham were to be considered dead.

***

“You do know that Jack is only saying that because he wants the public to put all of this behind them and finally get closure for the families of the Chesapeake Ripper’s victims…” Will stopped for a second to take a deep breath before continuing, “your victims... but that he doesn’t actually think we are dead, right? He will never stop looking for us, Hannibal.” Will said with a worried voice, impatiently stroking his knees through the fabric of his jeans.

“Yes, I am aware that Jack is probably not convinced that we haven’t survived the fall.” Hannibal said, taking a quick break to study Will’s unsteady gaze directed at him before continuing, “however, I also know, as you most likely do as well, that there is nothing on forensics evidence that would indicate that we are still alive. All signs are pointing towards one direction and as you, yourself said, there is certainly an enormous pressure from within the FBI as well as the public itself, to put an end to this whole affair. That said, I think it’s entirely unlikely that Jack will be allowed to investigate the possibility of our survival whilst working for the FBI, I don’t think there is much for us to worry about, Will,” he concluded as Will raised a challenging and annoying eyebrow at him.

“Unlikely but possible, Hannibal. Yes, I agree with you that the FBI will probably shut Jack down if he were to approach the subject, but he is still the FBI’s head of the Behavioral Science Unit.” Hannibal’s hand moved towards Will’s shoulder in a gesture that the boy interpreted as bordering on patronising. “I’m serious Hannibal, he can still look for us on his account... remember what happened the last time you underestimated him.” Will breathed out, louder than he meant to.

“You know, Will, you worry too much. You’d be much more comfortable if you relaxed with yourself.” Hannibal said, tone warm and with a few traces of a smile on his face, his hand gently squeezed Will’s shoulder as he stood up, fixing the material of his suit.

“And you don’t worry enough,” Will replied intending to sound annoyed but it came out as playful instead and it was followed by a muffed laugh, which he instantly covered with his hands while rolling his eyes more at himself, but also to change the focus of his words. Hannibal immediately gave Will one of his eyes smiles, in a victorious way, and made his way out of the room to prepare dinner for them.

***

Even after multiple conversations where Hannibal assured Will time and again that even though they needed to keep a low profile, that there were no real indications of an imminent threat against them, Will was still not convinced. He made Hannibal promise to not go outside unless it was extremely necessary, at least not until they had a solid plan to work with.

That said, Hannibal started working on an escape plan, he knew that Will would never be comfortable and truly let go if they stayed in the United States, so he called in favours and after a few months of premeditated and careful planning, Hannibal came up with the perfect action plan and they both made their way to Florence, Italy. 

Once they left behind all traces and reminders of their old lives together, they were finally able to start it anew, from scratch, and the only thing Will could think of was his and Hannibal’s conversation from all those years ago.  

“We could disappear now, tonight, feed your dogs, leave a note for Alana and never see her or Jack again, almost polite.

Then this will be our last supper.

 Of this life, I served lamb.

 Sacrificial.

 I don’t need a sacrifice, do you?”

He had denied himself happiness before, his only and true form of happiness when he declined that offer. Will would never allow himself to commit that same mistake ever again. He was done filtering himself, now, there was no use for attempting to push his own desires and needs back, not after what they have been through and did to be here, together at last. 

***

As Will slept, his dreams took him back to the night that Hannibal gave himself up. 

It was an incredibly freezing night, Will was sitting up in bed and after taking a quick glance around the room, more precisely, at the chair next to his bed, he saw a writing pad on top of the seat. It contained symbols and signs of astro and particle physics, he thought to himself that that might be Hannibal’s attempt to uncover the equation to time travel and as soon as Hannibal entered the room, Will handed him his writing pad.

“Do we talk about teacups and time and the rules of disorder?” Hannibal said while giving Will a sad smile.

“The teacup is broken. It will never gather itself back again,” Will said trying, and failing, to keep his words flat and objective.

“Not even in your mind?” Hannibal paused holding the last strand of hope close to his heart, finding none, he continued “your memory palace is building. It’s full of new things. It shares some rooms with my own. I’ve discovered you there. Victorious.”

“When it comes to you and me, there can be no decisive victory,” he says, fighting not to break eye contact.

“We are a zero-sum game?” 

Will could hear the emotion in Hannibal’s voice, he could also hear the thoughts in his own mind and he wanted to stop them from being verbalised, he wanted to scream and shout and make it all stop. But it was futile, the words came out on their own.

“I miss my dogs. I’m not going to miss you. I’m not going to find you. I’m not going to look for you. I don’t want to know where you are or what you do. I don’t want to think about you anymore.” 

The cold, even flatness of Will’s words struck Hannibal deeply and Will knows it, he could see and hear the exact moment Hannibal’s heart starts to break, and along with it, so does Will’s. Will was desperately screaming inside his mind, Will wanted to make it all go away, to take every single word back, every lie he had told, he wanted to undo it. But the damage had been done and there was nothing to be done about that.

“You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight,” Hannibal said bitterly and sharply.

“You delight. I tolerate,” another sting of rejection coming out of Will’s mouth stabbed both of their hearts, like a double-edged sword.

“Tolerance is a fig leaf to hide your ravenous self from the world.”

“I don’t have your appetite.” Will let that sink in and then continued with the final and lethal stab to the heart “Goodbye, Hannibal.”

They both stood there alone, Hannibal utterly hurt and feeling rejected, Will finally averted his eyes so as to not break down right there and then. Hannibal gave a final look and then went, leaving Will alone as he wished. 

From a distance, a sound in the background kept getting higher and higher, making Will snap out of his catatonic state, he could then hear the sounds more clearly of tires pulling up in his driveway followed by the sounds of car doors opening and closing and footsteps coming closer and closer to him. Will then made his way out of the house to see the source of the noise, immediately seeing no one other than Jack Crawford, followed by multiple FBI agents who were accompanying him.

“He is gone, Jack,”  Will said shortly.

“I’m here.” 

Hannibal stepped out of the trees, arms outstretched as the agents started to move in, yelling commands. He followed them by kneeling on the snow as the FBI agents surrounded him and started cuffing his hands on his back. Will started screaming and tried to run in Hannibal’s direction to protect him and save him, but his body wasn't moving, his screams not leaving his mouth. 

All of a sudden Will jerked forward in bed, screaming at the top of his lungs as Hannibal hugged his sweaty figure tightly, trying to calm him down. Will kept struggling against Hannibal’s grip as the adrenaline still is overpowering the younger boy’s body.

“Shhh… mielasis, it’s okay. You are okay. You are safe.” Hannibal lifted one of his hands to the back of Will’s neck, right under his wet hair, and places some comforting strokes on the boy’s curls as he glanced at the time on the clock on the wall. “Repeat after me, Will, it’s 2:30 am. I’m at home in Florence, Italy. My name is Will Graham and I am safe.” he continued with his lips close to Will’s ear with a warm and welcoming tone.

Will kept shaking under Hannibal’s arms but with Hannibal so close to him, he could feel the man’s breath in his skin and unconsciously, started mirroring his breathing, slowly calming down. “It’s... 2:30 am.” he said in a whisper, drawing a breath, “I’m at home… in Florence, Italy... my name is Will Graham” he paused to snuggle closer to Hannibal “and I am safe.” he finished softly with a barely-there whisper.

“That’s it... well done, Will.” Hannibal smiled as he felt Will shaking against his arms, he was unsure whether it was from the panic attack or from the praise, he decided he wanted to find out. “I’m proud of you, can you try saying it one more time for me?” he said while keeping a steady rhythm of his fingers on Will’s nape. Will shivered again and Hannibal moved an inch forward, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, when he opened them again he was sure it was due to the praise, interesting... he smiled to himself, pleased with what he found in the profiler’s scent. 

All Will could do was to gently nod as he buried his head on the older man’s shoulder to hide the warmth that took place on his cheeks, against his will. With a few more deep inhales and exhales, Will continued “It’s…” he looked up to the wall to check the time “2:35 am. I’m at home, in Florence, Italy. My name is Will Graham and I am safe.” he said without pausing, taking in the smell of Hannibal’s cologne. 

“Perfect mielasis, that’s it...” Hannibal gave his final praises, wrapping both arms around Will, keeping him safe and warm against his own chest. “Do you want to talk about what was troubling you as you slept? If you do not wish to talk about it, I will not pressure you to do so, however, I would be lying if I said it doesn’t intrigue me to take this opportunity to pry and better understand your subconscious thoughts.”

As soon as Hannibal merely suggested that Will shared his dreams with him, Will started shaking his head continuously, clinging closer to the psychiatrist’s arms. He had just experienced losing Hannibal, one of the saddest and most heartbreaking moments of his life, all over again and it hurt just as much as it did the first time. No... not as much, no. It hurt even more, because now... now Will had finally accepted his true feelings towards Hannibal, now... the mere idea of losing him was unthinkable, that was not an option. Will was never going to let him go, he would do anything if it meant that Hannibal would stay with him, no one was ever going to separate them again.

“Very well then, Will.” Hannibal continued with a low and inviting tone “I will not insist on knowing, although I ask of you only one thing, tell me what you need of me, and I will do it.” he said as he placed a soft kiss on Will’s temple whilst bringing his hand back to the boy’s nape.

Will keeps repeating in the back of his head his words to Hannibal from years back like it was some sort of a mantra “We're conjoined. I’m curious if either of us can survive separation.” He was so lost in his own thoughts that he barely registered Hannibal’s words and was taken by surprise as he felt soft lips being pressed against his face. 

“The answer is no,” Will said abruptly as he jerked away from Hannibal’s embrace.

“I beg your pardon?” Hannibal asked, raising an eyebrow, visibly confused about Will’s sudden words and movements.

“I’m sorry... I- I was thinking about that time we met here in Florence in that art gallery…” he cleared his throat, “more specifically, I was remembering what I said to you back then ‘We’re conjoined. I’m curious if either of us can survive separation.’” He took a quick pause to study the spark in Hannibal’s eyes before continuing “and the answer is no... we can’t.” he said, swallowing dry.

“Oh, my darling, Will,” Hannibal said, dropping his eyebrows as his eyes fill themselves with emotions “quite the perceptive thing as always.” He finished as one of his hands went to cup Will’s cheeks, using his thumb to gently stroke it.

“No, I mean it, Hannibal. I can’t survive being separated from you, I can’t have you taken away from me, not again.” Will said, leaning into the touch.

“Well, we are on the same page then, because I do not intend to be taken away from you either so there is nothing to worry about,” he finished saying with a hint of cheekiness to his words that only Will is able to catch.

Will muffled away a laugh that soon transformed itself into a quiet sob, the simple idea of having Hannibal taken away from him, again, made his brain go into an endless spiral of overthinking and it made his body start to hyperventilate at the possibility of it all.

“Hannibal... Please, please just make it stop... please,” Will begged, closing his eyes as tears threatened to escape in the last attempt of trying to shut down the images from his nightmare.

Hannibal’s expression became somewhat worried at the sight of Will so desperately trying to shake off whichever images that were responsible for making him wake up screaming, and pleading for assistance.

“As I have previously told you, I will not insist on knowing what troubled your mind awake, however, I do feel the need to express my concerns with your inability to let go of control. I know how much you dislike being psychoanalysed so I do apologise in advance but I feel like I need to say it. Said inability stems from your desperate need to be able to control your surroundings, the urge you possess to think with caution before making a move and the frustration that follows when things do not go as you had imagined, but overall, you never cease to attempt to control something regardless of it being possible or impossible to do so.” 

“Your point?” Will asked hugging his legs close to his body in a low and irritable tone, he despised whenever Hannibal used his psychiatrist's voice on him, especially in vulnerable situations like this.

“It’s simple, Will, as I have mentioned, for me to truly be able to help you - as you have so kindly asked -, you will need to be put in a situation where you can abdicate your control. For that to be able to happen, you need to give said control to a third party, someone capable of assuming that role while keeping you safe until you feel capable of assuming that responsibility once again.” Hannibal gently reached up to Will’s knee, where the younger man had been hiding his face, and stroked his thumb between his cheekbones and patella in a smoothing way.

“ Please, ” Will said in a barely audible whisper.

“What was that?”

Will raised his head slightly at Hannibal’s scornful and sassy tone to give the older man a ‘fuck you, you sadistic asshole’ look as he started opening his mouth to speak, “Please, Hannibal”.

“I need you to tell me exactly what you need from me, Will,” Will’s eyes widened, knowing very well that Hannibal was only doing that to torture him and Hannibal smiled at Will’s discomfort, savouring it, knowing that he is the source of it.

“Please, take control... just do it, please make it all stop... please take it…” Will said in a quiet sob, throwing his arms and body against Hannibal, holding him for dear life. “Just do it... I don’t want it anymore, I’m yours Hannibal, I will do anything,” he pleaded one more time as Hannibal hummed against his hair in an amused and deliberate manner.

“Oh darling thing, how you spoil me,” he said while inhaling deeply all of Will’s scent, finding that the boy’s scent of arousal was growing significantly, that sweet smell went straight to his own cock. “Very well, Will... I will take care of you. I want you to go to the bathroom, freshen up and meet me in my bedroom.” As Will let that information sink in and softly nodded while slowly untangling himself from his own arms to make his way to the bathroom, Hannibal adds “... naked, if you will.” 

Will froze on the spot, shocked, yes he and Hannibal have been exchanging more and more touches as of late and even though neither of them has said out loud how they both feel for each other, they both knew. Will also knew that taking this last step into their relationship was bound to happen sooner or later, but it still came as a surprise to hear those words come out of Hannibal’s mouth. After taking a long deep breath, dropping his gaze to avert Hannibal’s eyes, all he could do was nod as he rubbed a hand on his nape - in an attempt to hide his growing embarrassment. 

He knew that his attempt had failed as soon as he felt Hannibal’s burning gaze staring directly at Will’s crotch. He didn’t have to look down to spot the obvious hard on that was forming between his legs. Will suddenly felt mortified and immediately brought his free hand to the front of his boxers, trying his best to hide the silhouette of his hardening cock from Hannibal’s eyes. That only made things worse, Hannibal left an amusing sound from his lips, sounding almost like a purr and Will made the terrible mistake of looking at the man’s lips. As soon as he did that, Hannibal noticed it and gave him a soft smirk, which only made Will more humiliated and by design, harder. 

“What a spectacular thing you are, mielasis,” Hannibal murmured amused. 

Hannibal took three quick and precise steps in Will’s direction, stopping less than an inch away from where the younger man stood and slapped Will’s hand, the one that was attempting to cover his erection, away. Will involuntarily let a whimper out of his mouth at the proximity and harsh actions from Hannibal as well as the humiliating situation he found himself in, and rapidly closed his eyes in a complete state of embarrassment. Hannibal lifted his hand to cup Will’s face, bringing his thumb to the boy’s lower lip, putting just enough pressure to make him spread his lips apart, and his darling boy did just that. He kept on teasing Will by putting his thumb in and out of his mouth until it was wet in saliva, when Hannibal took the finger out of Will’s mouth, Will instantly opened his eyes to protest but to the boy’s surprise, Hannibal brought the wet finger to his own mouth and sucked the finger clean. At the sight before Will’s eyes, the man suddenly heard a moan filling the silence of the room, it took Will a couple of seconds to realise that the source of the noise was him. Hannibal smiled at that and took a step forward, making Will take one back, consequently, making Will be pressed against the door frame with Hannibal pinning him in place. 

Will swallowed hard and if Hannibal wasn’t holding him in place, he was sure his knees wouldn’t be able to hold him up. His eyes were alternating from Hannibal’s hungry and lustful stare to the man’s broad and pink lips, and Hannibal noticed it, of course he had. Hannibal made a small adjustment to his posture which made both of their crotches become pressed together, and at that pressure, Will instinctively thrust against it letting yet again another moan out. 

“Fuck... Hannibal...,” he said, closing his eyes again which at this point was nothing but futile because his, now, leaking cock had given himself away. Both men stood so close that Will’s precum-stained boxers were now sharing its wetness with Hannibal’s, certainly expensive silk pyjama pants. Looking slightly down, Hannibal smirked at how touch-starved Will was to be already so wet. As if reading the older man’s mind, Will could feel his cheeks burning with shame and at the same time, he found himself unintentionally rutting against Hannibal’s own hardening cock.

“What do we have here....?” Hannibal said, slightly opening his legs further apart to give Will more room to take his pleasure from, which he did while letting out another marvellous moan, to Hannibal’s amusement the sound went straight to his own groin. “You are such a needy thing, so touch starved aren’t you, Will?” he continued in a deeper voice, his accent getting stronger as the arousal grew. “What’s to be done about that?” he said as he pressed both of their foreheads together, lips almost brushing.

“Oh... fuck... Hannibal, please ,” Will begged, he didn’t even know for what exactly, he just needed something .

“What do you need darling?”

Will considered Hannibal’s question for less than a second before saying “I need you to just kiss me already,” he said rutting more fiercely on Hannibal’s groin.

Before Will could even finish his sentence, they were already going for each other’s mouth and Will’s moan was lost when Hannibal kissed the breath out of him. Hannibal’s tongue was brushing against Will’s, fighting for dominance and once it was acquired, he began to invade Will’s mouth in order to taste every inch of the boy’s mouth, to take and conquer everything the younger man had to offer him. Their kiss was so animalistic that Will became vaguely aware of a metallic taste in his mouth, which meant that one of their lips’ was bleeding, but whose it didn’t matter. Hannibal started matching Will’s own pace of rutting as they devoured each other’s mouth, all of the sensations and stimulations were bordering on too much and not enough and Will started feeling like he would explode anytime with pleasure, and indeed he did. Will shoved his head back against the door frame and screamed as his orgasm hit, his entire body started shaking, his knees gave out, his vision started to blur and darken around the edges as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Hannibal held Will’s body in place, preventing him from falling to the ground, and whispered sweet nothings in Lithuanian close to Will’s ear as the boy rode from his orgasm. 

“Oh... my... God…,” Will managed to breathe out as he slowly started to come out from his hazy post-orgasmic state, dropping all of his weight for Hannibal to deal with.

“No, it’s just me, Will,” Hannibal replied with a playful and rough, still out of breath, voice.

“Funny... good to see your sense of humour is still intact,” he said intending to sound sarcastic but failing one hundred percent on his mission as it came out accompanied by remains of moans. 

Hannibal let out an actual laugh and Will delighted at the sound of it, hearing him laugh was a rare event, and the fact that it was Will who brought it out made the boy’s heart warm at the thought. 

“You are a terror,” Hannibal said as he deposited kisses after kisses all around Will’s swollen, puffy red lip. Will started to laugh at the domesticity of it while kissing Hannibal back with the same eagerness, it takes everything in Hannibal to pull away from the heaven that Will’s mouth is, “before you distracted me, I believe I had given you two instructions to follow, I would like you to continue as you were told to.”

“But we have just- I thought-” Will’s mouth suddenly went dry and the words died before even being vocalised, he then became awfully aware of the dry and itchy feeling between his legs as well as Hannibal’s stained pants and his humiliation started growing once again. Just as the humiliation grew, his well-spent cock started twitching against his better will and Hannibal’s smirk widened at the sight of it.

“Will... do not make me repeat myself,” Hannibal warned with a hint of amusement under the threatening layer, which made Will smile in consequence.

Too embarrassed to protest, Will simply lowered his gaze and softly nodded while stepping inside the bathroom. “Good boy,” Hannibal said while admiring Will shivering on the spot as he makes his way out of the room until Will stops him by turning abruptly and staring straight at Hannibal’s still hard cock.

“Wait... you still... you still haven’t-” he couldn’t even finish that sentence, it just felt absurd to say a word such as “ come ” in front of someone like Hannibal , well... there isn’t someone like Hannibal, but still, it felt... wrong, filthy even. What was he supposed to say? ‘You still haven’t ejaculated?’ , ‘You still haven’t released sperm?’ , ‘Thy seed wasn’t spread, my good sir.’ . Will’s thoughts start to spiral out of control, noticing it, Hannibal hums in delight, relishing in the boy’s clear self-consciousness.

“My satisfaction lies in your pleasure as much as it does in my own, that said, one could say I am completely and entirely satisfied, would you disagree, dear Will? Would you say your pleasure has not been achieved?” Hannibal said in a too innocent voice to be genuine. 

The redness on Will’s cheeks only spread wider at that question, of course Hannibal would take such an opportunity to turn this into a philosophical mind game and humiliate Will even further. “You know it has,” he said with a shy voice while looking downwards to stare at the white stain on his boxers.

“Very well then, I believe you have got the answer to your question.” Will started opening his mouth to protest but Hannibal immediately cut him off, “having said that, I will be waiting for you in my bedroom.” Before Will could blink, Hannibal had already disappeared into the dark corridor, so he finally went into the bathroom to ‘freshen up’ , whatever that meant.

Once inside, the first thing he did... well the second thing, right after locking the door to prevent any further surprises was to strip off his sweaty white shirt and his cum stained underwear, tossing them both as far as they would go into the closed doors.

Will looked at his debauched state in the mirror and smiled fondly at the image before him, a foreign warm feeling started to settle on his chest. It took a while to place what that feeling was but eventually, he found that he liked it, he liked how happiness felt, happiness had always been such an abstract concept to Will but now... now he, for the first time in his life, felt happy. ‘Focus!’ he told himself, snapping out of his daydream, Will started looking around the sink and at his body trying to figure out what the hell Hannibal meant by ‘freshen up’, did he want Will to shower? No... if he did, he would have certainly specified, wouldn’t he? But what if it was one of those mysterious things that he just said at the assumption that Will would just immediately understand? Oh god, what if he really did mean shower? ‘No, breathe... just breathe’ if he complains then that’s on him for not being clear on his instructions. Will then decided to just start with the basics, he opened the water tap and started washing his face clean. ‘Okay, that’s good, I can do this... what now?’   He dried his face and started staring at his dirty, covered in sweat, hair and sighed. “Fuck it,” he cursed out loud and jumped in the tub to take a proper bath, washing the dry cum off his cock’s head and thighs, the sticky sensation of the semi-evaporated sweat from his entire body and hair. Once he was properly clean and was about to get out of the shower, he looked down and hesitated. He kept the water running as he quickly stretched his arm out of the shower to grab his electric razor, he looked at it and he looked down, back at the razor and down again, drawing a sharp breath he turned it on and started to trim his pubic hair. 

Washing the trimmed hair off and feeling satisfied with the final result, he turned the shower off and started to dry his body with the nearest towel while stepping out of the tub. The mirror in front of him was foggy with the steam so he brought the towel up to clean it off, Will took a step back as soon as he saw his body’s reflection. Will always knew he was a little on the smaller size, not that little, about an inch or so below average but looking at himself in the mirror with his now trimmed pubic hair, he felt a little too self-conscious about his size. It was too late now, the damage had been done, clearing his throat and putting his hands in front of his soft cock, Will started walking stark naked to Hannibal’s room.

Hannibal had changed pyjamas and was now reading a book in his Italian leather armchair, looking absolutely unbothered as if the last hour hadn’t happened at all. Will stayed in the dark corridor, where he could better hide his body, simply admiring the older man. Will knew for a fact that Hannibal had noticed his presence, even not having moved an inch nor done anything to acknowledge the naked man staring at him, he knew Hannibal was aware that he was there, it was like he had this sixth sense to spot him. Will started to marvel at how the light hit his high and sharp cheekbones at the perfect angle, how the curve of his chin was so perfectly round, how his jawline was utterly god-like. Will wondered if it would be possible to sharpen a knife using only Hannibal’s jawline and cheekbones, Will wondered if-

“Do you have any plans on entering the room anytime soon? Just so I can put it on my agenda,” Hannibal said, interrupting Will’s thoughts, in a sarcastic yet light-hearted tone. “I imagine you must be getting rather cold just standing there.” 

Will swallowed hard as he took a step forward into the room with both hands covering himself, only when Will’s body was fully inside the room did Hannibal lower his book to pay attention to the naked figure walking towards his direction. Having raised a curious eyebrow and displaying a half-smirk across his face, Hannibal crosses his leg over his knee and places the book aside. His eyes flickered immediately to Will’s covered cock and then up to the boy’s already red face. Will could feel Hannibal’s penetrating gaze studying every part of his body shamelessly, making him even more embarrassed. The boy cleared his throat at the thought that he was standing in the middle of a room completely naked before Hannibal Lecter and just the idea of it was surreal and in an entirely different scale of humiliating. Knowing that that was indeed happening was almost too much to handle, without his permission, a whimper escaped his mouth as his cock started to harden. ‘Shit not now... please don’t say anything, please don’t say anything’. Will subconsciously begged as Hannibal started to fondly smile at the sight of Will.  

“What are you hiding there, Will?” 

“N-nothing…” Will attempted to say but it came out as a whine instead so he tried again, forcing a deeper voice, “Nothing”. Will said, taking a step sideways.

“Nothing you say?” Hannibal said, standing up and taking an intimidating and controlled step forward, straightening his body to his full height, “so you won’t mind if I take a look, will you darling?” 

“No. Yes ... I mean yes.” Will said while taking another step away from Hannibal until his back hit the cold wall of Hannibal’s room.

Hannibal’s predatory gaze trapped Will in place as he took a long step forward in the boy’s direction, he then placed his hand above Will’s wrist, only adding pressure to it and not actually pulling. “Terrible boy... let’s try this again, shall we?” Hannibal said in a deeper voice that made his accent more prominent, as he lowered his lips just above Will’s ear and continued, “what are you hiding, darling?” he said in an almost purr.

Will’s knees trembled at it and before he could acknowledge what had happened, he found himself lowering his hands and revealing himself entirely to Hannibal. The older man took a step backwards to see what it was that Will was so desperately trying to hide and when he saw it, his mouth felt dry, immediately letting an amused noise out. “Oh, my beautiful , precious , darling thing...” Hannibal started saying words of praise as he licked his bottom lip in delight. He could feel the effect that his words had on the younger boy as his little cock started to harden a little more. “Why would you try to hide such a masterpiece away, mielasis? Masterpieces were made to be seen, adored, worshipped .” he said as he pressed one of his hands to Will’s belly, right under the boy’s scar, Will tensed at the touch but didn’t try to make it stop, humming at it Hannibal continued, “you wouldn’t deny a fisherman of its fishing rod, would you? No... of course you wouldn’t, that would be a sin in its very root so tell me, Will... why would you try to deny me the unique and wonderful sight of you?” Hannibal’s possessiveness started to come to surface as his fingers on Will’s smiley scar increased its pressure, not strong enough to hurt but enough to cause discomfort. He noticed that the rough treatment was only making Will harder, he then decided to reward the younger man with a gentle and soft kiss to the lips.

As soon as Hannibal’s lips were pressed to his own, their bodies fully closed that inch apart, and Will could feel for the second time that night, Hannibal’s hard cock pressed against his body through the man’s pyjama pants. Now that Will didn’t have any material of clothing to make them even further apart, he could feel Hannibal completely. He always imagined that Hannibal would be bigger than him, it was in fact almost impossible that he would be smaller than Will, but never had he thought that he would be that much bigger. Without giving his brain permission to do so, Will found himself imagining how the comparison between their cocks together would look like, even though Will was only a bit on the smaller side, Hannibal was definitely way above average which would make Will look tiny. The thought alone was enough to send a shiver straight down to his cock, making him fully hard and already breathless against Hannibal’s mouth. “Oh fuck.” he cursed to himself but once Hannibal started smiling against his lips, Will knew he had said that out loud and started to mentally reprehend himself for allowing it to leave his mouth.

“Adorable boy... are you thinking about our sizes?” Hannibal said in a teasing and mischievous voice as he added a little more pressure to the boy’s scar.

“No.” Yes.

Before replying, Hannibal inhaled deeply and found himself completely enamoured as he was intoxicated by Will’s scent of arousal and humiliation, both entirely conjoined. “It is nothing to be ashamed of, my size does not influence my ability to pleasure or not my partner nor does it define who I am as a lover, just as your little size does not define nor influence your performance in bed, it all lies in the experience and technique, not on the size.” 

“ Jesus , Hannibal... I’m not little,” the boy replied as more warmth flooded to his face, making him even more red-faced.

As Will said that, Hannibal simultaneously started to lower the waistband of his pyjamas pants, freeing his hard massive cock, and proceeded to give it a few strokes. Seeing it before his eyes, Will was completely ripped out of any words as his jaw automatically slid open. A thousand thoughts rushed to his mind at the sight of it, most of them on the grounds of ‘how?!’, ‘Jesus fucking christ, that will NOT fit me’, ‘how on earth-’, ‘isn’t that uncomfortable?’ but the ones standing out the most are far more interesting, and Hannibal somehow can tell. He placed a soft kiss on Will’s neck, making the boy shiver, with the intention of changing Will’s attention so when he rapidly takes both of their cock into his hand, Will was completely taken by surprise, moaning and whimpering under his breath. Hannibal wrapped his hand more comfortably around both of them and starts to gently stroke them in synchrony, the size difference between the two of them is colossal and he can tell how much it is affecting Will, the boy’s sweet smell of arousal, shame, lust and humiliation makes its way straight to Hannibal’s cock, leaving Hannibal moaning softly under his breath. As he jerks them off, the older man starts to notice small pubic hair getting caught in his hand, smiling at that, he goes closer to Will’s ear lobe.

“Darling, did you shave for me?”

Those words went directly to Will’s cock making him thrust fiercely against Hannibal’s hand and gigantic shaft, he immediately and defensively shoots “I... no. No .”

“Darling…” Hannibal said entirely unconvinced, if Will wasn’t such a terrible liar by nature, his throbbing cock in Hannibal’s hand would have given him away.  

Before Will could even filter his reply, he found himself already speaking, “I... I wasn’t going to, okay? I just... I didn’t know what you meant when you told me to ‘freshen up’ so I started to overthink and when I realised what was happening, I was already inside the shower, bathing. So when I was about to get out of it, I happened to look down there and…” Will cut himself off as the humiliation grew exponentially, finding himself thrusting fiercely against Hannibal.

“And...?” Hannibal teased as he speeds up the pace of his strokes, making Will moan loudly in response.

“And... I thought you would appreciate something more... how do you say? Oh right, more aesthetically pleasing...“ he said, hissing at the older man in pure pleasure.

“Oh my sweet succubus... how you spoil me,” Hannibal immediately attacked Will’s lips, kissing, licking and biting it until he drew the very last breath of his boy’s mouth. He then pulled back, making Will whine in response, and looked down at their members drowning in shared precum. Will unconsciously followed Hannibal’s gaze and moans at the size difference. “Tell me, Will... were you also hiding yourself from me because now that you have trimmed your pubic hair, your little cock looks even smaller?” 

“I. Am. Not. Little,“ Will absolutely loses himself at that, his grip on Hannibal’s back increased its strength so much that he was certain it will bruise later, he then started to attack Hannibal’s neck with incredible precision and hunger as he started kissing, biting, licking and sucking on it as his hips work extra hard to get himself off. Hearing Hannibal say such a word as ‘cock’ was ridiculously erotic, and that combined with everything else, it doesn’t take long until his body starts to tremble and his breathing become jagged, Will was in the principles of an orgasm when Hannibal stopped jerking them off and took his hand off.

“ NO! Oh, fuck Hannibal! No, no, no, no why...?! Why did you stop?!” Will cursed as he hid his face on the older man’s shoulder, as to not show how needy and desperate he was.

“Shhh, mielasis... breathe, it’s okay,” Hannibal replied in a too soothing voice that made Will boil in anger.

“No, Hannibal, fuck off! I mean it, what the fuck was that?! Why would you stop, I was right there ! For fucks sake!” he snapped while pushing Hannibal’s body off of him.

“Language.” the older man reprimanded in a threatening tone as he stepped forward to close the distance Will had tried to create between them, Hannibal then fell to his knees and positioned his mouth an inch away from Will’s cockhead. “I stopped because you are only allowed to find completion when I allow you to do so, if you do not tell me that you are close to your edge and cum without my permission, I will warn you, I will not let you cum for the rest of the night. Did I make myself clear, Will?”

Will could barely process the words coming out of Hannibal’s mouth because the simple image of seeing Hannibal Lecter, the Chesapeake Ripper , Il Mostro di Firenze , the FBI’s most wanted man, kneeling - a man who would never kneel even if it depended on his life - in front of him was alone enough reason to come undone. Too much was happening and Will’s mind could only process so much of it, Hannibal was kneeling. Hannibal had his mouth an inch away from his dick, his little and freshly trimmed dick. Hannibal had just denied him an orgasm. Hannibal had just threatened to keep denying him orgasms if he disobeyed. Will was enjoying it. ‘Will was enjoying it???’ . Before Will acknowledged that he had nodded Hannibal had already wrapped his lips around Will’s hardening cock, and it was heaven . 

Hannibal deepthroated him in one go and Will saw stars, involuntarily starting to thrust back into his mouth, his cock wasn’t big enough to go deep into Hannibal’s throat but he did feel the tight squeeze of his cock’s head against the older man’s throat. Seeing how responsive Will was being, Hannibal started to go harder and faster trying to pull out as many sounds as he possibly could from his boy. It took less than a minute until Will was screaming in pleasure and his thighs started to tremble. Hannibal, satisfied, began to smirk around Will’s cock and started using his tongue to lick his shaft up causing Will’s head to fall back against the hard wall behind them, overwhelmed with the sensations.

Hannibal sucked him in deep and swallowed, he kept up his pace until he felt Will’s hands tugging his hair hard and body shaking. Will was overpowered by pleasure, never had he experienced something as intense as this, nothing as right as this. Will’s orgasm was around the corner as he remembered that he had to warn Hannibal first and ask for permission.

“H-Hannibal... I’m close... please .”

Hannibal pulled away while running his fingers in a comforting manner up and down Will’s thighs. As soon as Hannibal had pulled away, he could see how frustrated Will was so he decided to reward his boy’s obedience with soft praises since he had noticed that that seemed to reassure him, “that’s it, my darling boy, you were perfect, so good for me aren’t you? My good, obedient boy. I promise you I will let you cum now, after all, you have been very good to me,” Hannibal said as he gave soft kisses on the head of Will’s red and irritated cock head. He then stood up and pressed a gentle kiss to his boy’s jaw. Will let out a mixture of a moan and a whine in response to Hannibal’s words, just shaking from the praises. He pulled Hannibal by the hair and gave the man a deep and passionate kiss, a kiss born out of need, desperation and love. Hannibal soon broke the kiss, pulling back and staring at Will’s dark lustful eyes. 

“On the bed please.”

Will didn’t have to be told twice, he immediately jumped on the bed without a single touch of grace to his movements, he was being driven only by lust and desire. Being graceful was the last thing in his mind. 

When Will first noticed that he was sexually attracted to Hannibal, all those years back, he started to question his sexuality and with that, he began watching a lot of gay porn to test the waters in the hopes that one day that knowledge would be useful to him. That day had arrived, Will remembered that the most common position during gay sex was when one man, in this case, he would be on his hands and knees as the other man, Hannibal, would position himself between his partner’s legs, Will’s. So that was what he did, Will started to get on his hands and knees on the bed, waiting for Hannibal to join him. It didn’t take more than 10 seconds until Will became extremely self-aware that not only was he the only one naked but that he was also the one spread and open like an undercooked chicken. Humiliation grew stronger by the second and when he felt Hannibal simply standing there and staring at him, it skyrocketed. 

“My dear succubus... tempting thing... do you have any idea how utterly irresistible you are?”

Gathering an act of courage that didn’t belong to him, Will spoke “No, but you can surely try to show me.”

“Terrible boy…” Hannibal took a deep breath as he started to walk towards the bed, placing both hands on both sides of Will’s hips and with his thumbs, he gently spread the boy’s ass cheeks to get a better look. He let out a soft and erotic humming noise at the sight of Will’s pink hole, licking his lips, Hannibal lowered his head and kissed just above the younger man’s tightly closed hole. Will jerked forward at that while moaning softly under his breath, after the initial surprise, he eventually pushed back against Hannibal’s mouth, inviting him. 

Hannibal smirked and playfully bit one of Will’s cheeks, making the boy gasp at the pressure. He then changed focus and started to lick Will’s perineum, balls and back again to the pink flesh. Will’s voice tore from his throat as he thrust back into Hannibal’s tongue, craving the contact. Hannibal allowed Will’s eagerness and kept licking all inches of his boy’s hole, making it drenched in saliva. A few more licks and Hannibal pulled back. 

“Tell me, darling, have you ever had anyone or tried to finger yourself?”

Will was absolutely lost for words, even if he wanted to respond he wouldn’t be able to, he was too lost in his own pleasure so all he managed to do was to shake his head. The confirmation that Will had never been touched like that only added fuel to Hannibal’s own possessiveness, that knowledge going straight to the man’s cock. 

“Very well then, bearing in mind that this is going to be your first time, I will be more cautious with you but I need to warn you, this will be a one-time thing.” 

The younger boy’s only response was to grab Hannibal’s cock and drag it to his very entrance, inviting him, begging for him, needing to feel him inside. “Impatient, hungry thing... all in its due time, you need to be prepared first,” Hannibal said as he freed himself from Will’s hand, mourning the loss, and went back to dipping his tongue around the boy’s asshole, eventually adding more and more pressure until it finally slipped inside. Hannibal immediately moaned as he felt the warmth and the tightness that awaited him. Will became a moaning mess, precum leaking all over Hannibal’s fancy sheets, he didn’t know what to do with himself he was so overstimulated, it was too much and not nearly enough all at once. His thighs trembled, his knees slid further apart and his face became buried deep into one of Hannibal’s many pillows. 

“C-Close...“ Will debated whether to warn Hannibal or not, but he knew if he wanted to find relief tonight, he had no choice but to tell him. 

Hannibal slid his tongue out of Will’s wonder hole and kissed the man’s lower back up until he reached his neck. Hannibal wrapped his arm around Will’s chest, glueing the two men together placing soft kisses all across the younger man’s neck and jawline. He then started whispering words of praises in Lithuanian, feeling Will start to relax under him.

“Hannibal... please ... I need it. I need you, please I can’t take another one.” Will quietly begged, he felt so good but so tired, he had been edged three times in the last half an hour and he wasn’t sure if he would be capable of warning Hannibal he was close a fourth time.

Without saying a word Hannibal simply brought two fingers to Will’s lips, carefully teasing his fingertips between them. His darling thing soon seemed to understand his task, and opened his mouth to accept the older man’s fingers in. Hannibal slid his fingers inside and even not having given Will a command, the boy started to suck and to wrap his tongue around them. “Good boy, that’s it,” he praised him as he added more pressure so Will took his fingers up until the last knuckle. He choked at first but he soon found his pace and kept deepthroating Hannibal’s fingers until the older man was satisfied and pulled them away. Will whined on the absence and unoccupied space left on his mouth.

Hannibal kneeled on the bed once again and pressed his clean hand on Will’s lower back, adding pressure until the boy had arched his back enough so he could have a clearer vision of Will’s twitching hole. Hannibal slowly put his middle finger on his entrance, teasing all around the edges giving it an even and steady pressure until Will had relaxed against the touch. Seeing that he was welcoming the stimulation, Hannibal then pushed one of his fingers until its fingertip slipped inside, breaking the tight barrier of muscles. Will started becoming louder and louder, the pain overpowering the pleasure and if it wasn’t for Hannibal’s comforting strokes on his spine, he probably would have told him to stop.

Noticing Will’s clear discomfort, Hannibal brought the hand on the man’s spine to his little eager cock, giving it a few strokes to compensate for the pain. Will started to slowly loosen up while letting quiet moans out. “Keep going, I can take it, just... don’t stop,” he told Hannibal, thrusting back on the man’s finger, bringing it inside up to its first knuckle to get his point across. It felt really painful especially since they were only using saliva as a lubricant, but Will could take it, he had taken much worse and he knew that the pain would soon turn into pleasure, he just had to endure this first part.

“I do regret not having any proper lube, if I had known we would be needing it today, I would have bought it beforehand. I will try my best not to hurt you too much, I give you my word but I do need to stretch you.” 

Will nodded and Hannibal started to move his finger in slow circles, opening him little by little. Seeing that there wasn’t enough saliva to make his movements smoother, he lowered himself and started to lick Will’s rim and all around his finger to help with the friction. His hand on Will’s cock kept working on giving it a few strokes every so often and when he saw that Will had started to show signs of pleasure, he took advantage of it to slide his tongue back into his hole with his finger still inside. Will instantly moaned and thrust against Hannibal’s tongue and finger. Hannibal kept on working his tongue around the edges so he could thrust his finger deeper, he slowly made it up to the second knuckle and from there, it slid easily to the third one.

Pleased with how well Will was now taking his digit, Hannibal took his tongue out and started to work his finger in and out of the boy’s hole, creating continuous friction while making Will’s muscles give in to the intrusion. He wasn’t quite touching Will’s prostate yet but the boy was already a moaning mess, he kept on thrusting back on his finger trying to take his pleasure and Hannibal kept smirking and rewarding him with kisses all over Will’s back. “Such an insatiable thing aren’t you, darling? You can’t quite get enough, can you?”

“More... fuck, Hannibal, I need more,” he barely got it out as his moans kept interrupting his train of thought.

“How do you say it?” Hannibal said while curling his finger up and hitting straight against his bundle of nerves. Will screamed from ecstasy and straight-up tried to push against it as Hannibal took his finger all the way out.

“For fucks sake, Hannibal! Please... please!” Will half-whined, half-sobbed at the loss of contact. He felt absurdly humiliated for having to beg for it and that building up shame was only making him leak more and more precum on Hannibal’s sheets.

This time when Will cursed, Hannibal didn’t reprimand him verbally as he had before, no... this time he, without warning, shoved two fingers inside Will’s impatient hole. Now that Will was already somewhat stretched, it didn’t hurt as much as before but the sudden intrusion made tears involuntarily fall from his eyes in overstimulation. Hannibal had given his word that he would try to minimise causing Will unnecessary pain so to reinforce his promise, Hannibal curled both fingers up to the boy’s prostate and started to tease it constantly, drawing every possible noise from Will as he could. He kept massaging it for a couple more seconds until he felt Will’s thighs trembling, giving away that his darling thing was approaching his orgasm, Hannibal then took his fingers out of Will’s body and brought, now, three fingers to the boy’s mouth to be sucked. 

When Hannibal took his fingers out of him, Will felt empty. He felt incomplete and he hated how cold he felt with the absence of them. He needed to be filled, his body was craving to be filled by Hannibal, every single inch of it. Will thrust back on Hannibal, trying to generate any sort of contact with the man as he opened his mouth and took his three fingers up to the base in one go. With Will’s abrupt attempt of contact, Hannibal’s painful hard on became pressed between the boy’s ass cheeks making Hannibal moan at the friction, he had been neglecting his own pleasure for so long now that he had started to grow accustomed to it, this new point of contact made him fully aware of how hard he was. 

Feeling Hannibal’s ridiculously big cock so close to his entrance, was enough to drive Will insane. He felt starved, he had never felt this way with any of his previous sexual partners, but to be fair, no one would ever come close to being like Hannibal. That man always had the power to bring out all of Will’s emotions to their most heightened state, so he couldn’t say that he was expecting sex to be any less intense. Will sucked on Hannibal’s fingers as if he had been in a desert for days and his fingers were the only source of water available and rutted against Hannibal’s cock as if he was a wild animal going into heat.

Hannibal pulled his fingers out of Will’s mouth and with both hands he grabbed the boy’s hips to stop his movements. Hannibal was nearly panting at the overstimulation and Will’s ass and lower back were now covered in a mixture of precum and saliva. He had to take a few seconds to steady his heart rate and breathing, keeping Will immobile as he did so. 

“You are a terror, darling.”

Will smirked to himself and used all of his strength to push back on Hannibal’s hard cock once again while rolling his hips in a circle to add more pressure into his movements. “Why is that, Doctor Lecter?” he feigned innocence.  

“You are being awfully rude, Will,” Hannibal said, adding warmth to his words as to show that he wasn’t truly angry, but not too much warmth so it would be known that he was in fact a little displeased by Will’s persistent attempts to speed up the careful process of making him stretched enough so Hannibal could slide inside. 

“If that’s the case, Doctor, then I think we both know how you treat the rude,” Will said in yet another innocent voice as he arched his back, perking his ass up suggestively. 

“My compassion for you is inconvenient, Will.”

Hannibal says while pushing his three digits inside of Will, twisting and rolling them all over his tight hole. Will wasn’t ready enough to take this much so soon but he also wasn’t in a state where it would cause him a great deal of pain to be stretched like this, only a little discomfort. Hannibal kept his consistent movements until he felt that Will was ready, the younger man was in an absolute state of haze. Hannibal had never seen Will so into the moment like this. Actually, that was a lie, he had. Seeing and killing Dolarhyde with Will, was an out of the body experience, being present to watch his darling boy in his true element was the highest form of privilege he could think of. Or it was until now, watching Will being so consumed in his own pleasure, a pleasure that had been provided by Hannibal, was certainly fighting to be on the first spot.

Will knew by now that begging for Hannibal to get on with it or even trying to force his hand, wasn’t going to get him anywhere, so he just decided to give up attempting to control the situation. After all, this was the exact reason why they had started doing this to begin with, Will surrendering his control and giving it to Hannibal to deal with. Or at least, it was why they had started, maybe it had just been an excuse all along or maybe Will was overthinking it too much, but it felt more . It felt right. It felt... “OH FUCK!!” he screamed as he suddenly felt Hannibal’s cock penetrating him, filling and stretching -ripping- all of his insides. 

Both men moaned in synchrony in an absolute state of pleasure, Hannibal couldn’t believe how warm and tight Will was. His cock slid in perfectly as if Will’s hole had been meant to be filled by it, as if it was designed to take Hannibal’s cock inside. With every inch that filled Will, the boy sucked in a gasp, it felt too much, Hannibal was too much, the man was huge. “H-Hannibal... Hannibal please... too much, too much,” he managed to let out in a half sob and Hannibal immediately stopped pushing forward, giving Will a minute to adjust to his size. “Thank you... thank you...“ he expressed his gratitude because he knew that Hannibal really didn’t want to stop, even if it hurt Will, especially if it hurt Will. ‘Sadistic brat’. But he had stopped, he had given Will his word not to hurt him more than necessary, and Will was thankful for that. 

Hannibal rewarded Will with soft kisses on his back and a few strokes on his tiny little cock that was perking up, begging for some attention. He gave his boy a little while to recover and then took all of himself off of Will’s marvellous tightness, lamenting its loss. After he was fully out, he grasped Will’s hips and twisted him around so that the younger man was now on his back, facing him. Will gasped at the sudden action, letting out a small moan as he said “I don’t think that was supposed to be that hot, but it really, really was.”, drawing a soft laugh out of Hannibal.

“Oh, darling of mine... you look more tempting than a siren’s call itself, more beautiful than the finest piece of art,” before Hannibal could even finish his train of thought, Will had gripped his hair and pulled him in for a hungry kiss.

“Less talking, more fucking please.”

“Terrible boy, something needs to be done about that mouth of yours. But I’m afraid that will have to be rescheduled for another time,” Hannibal said as he grabbed his cock and aligns to Will’s, which drew a little whine from the boy. He made sure to show how evident their size difference is, making Will blush in shame and arousal, before lining up back again on Will’s hole and thrusting back inside. Hannibal tightened his grip on Will’s hips to make sure it would bruise later, he wanted to mark Will as his own in every way possible. He wanted to claim and possess him and to show it off for the world to see. 

As soon as he was back inside his boy’s wonder hole, the expressions on Will’s face alone could be enough to make him come undone, and it took a great deal of self-control to fight the urge to do so. Will squeaked as he felt Hannibal filling him up and when the man’s cock brushed against his prostate, his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his back arched off the mattress. “Hannibal, I’m not... I’m not going to last much longer,” he warned, if Hannibal would or not listen to him, that was on him, he had done his job of warning him. 

Fascination, obsession, love flushed through Hannibal’s cock making him thrust relentlessly into Will. His mouth attacked the boy’s neck, sucking in deep enough to bruise, drawing yet another mark of his possession on his body. Hannibal kept pounding against Will’s prostate which made Will lose his mind, he was moaning and cursing sweet nothings as his hips kept working to match with Hannibal’s own speed. 

Noticing that Will’s orgasm was building up, Hannibal brought his hand down, turning it into a fist for Will to fuck against. His boy whimpered and whined as he fucked himself into Hannibal’s cock and fist, trying to pull out his orgasm. Will moaned. He growled. His legs started to shake uncontrollably. His ass clenched. His voice was caught by his Adam’s apple. Warm cum shot over Hannibal’s fist, his own stomach and dripped onto the sheets. Will felt as if his soul had left his body, and instead of quickly coming back to it, it just kept hazing over his boneless body and he had never felt better. Hannibal kept thrusting, kept striking and brushing over Will’s prostate, it didn’t take more than nine extra thrusts until he spilled himself inside, fillingWill with his warm cum. Hannibal rode over his orgasm, overstimulating Will’s bundle of nerves until his cock was soft and he could slide out of Will. 

Once his cockhead was out, Will whined in protest, “No. Inside,” he barely made the words out as he gripped Hannibal’s cock himself and pushed it back inside. “Stay. Warm. Safe.” it was all Will could say, he felt as if his brain had been the one fucked instead of his ass. His eyes were closed and his breathing was slowly coming back to normal.

Hannibal smiled at how wonderful Will looked post-orgasm, he took a few seconds to admire it before rolling to his side, positioning himself behind Will to hug him, which allowed their bodies to be closer to one another. He let a small moan out as he hummed pleased at the sight of having his cock still inside of his boy. Inside that beautiful warmth that was made to suck him in. Will involuntarily pushed himself deeper inside of Hannibal while letting pleased noises out.

“Shhh, darling... you need to rest, there will be plenty of opportunities for more of this.”

“But-” he began to protest until Hannibal cut him off.

“Darling thing, are you going to argue with me? When I say rest, you rest,” he said in a powerful yet warm tone, soothing Will’s nerves.

“You are not going anywhere right?” he decided to give in, he would do anything for Hannibal, especially if it would please him.

“No force in the world would be able to make me leave... Now, rest my darling boy. You have overworked yourself, you need to rest.”

“Overworked? I just laid in here and let you do all the work-”

“Mielasis... rest .”

That was all Hannibal said and Will simply giggled as he turned his face to Hannibal’s side, softly pressing his lips on the man’s nose giving it a soft kiss before turning back to his side and closing his eyes. Will felt as if a puzzle within himself had just found its missing piece, suddenly it all clicked, it all made sense, it all felt right. There are over 171,146 words in the English language, but somehow none of them were able to express how amazing he felt at this moment, so he just pushed against Hannibal’s warmth and slept.

***

After that night, Hannibal and Will started to explore and to try implementing new aspects to their relationship, seeing what worked the best. They soon found out that the issue wasn’t finding what worked or not, but that there was a lack of things that didn’t. It wasn’t an issue per se, but it did surprise them, and by them, it was mostly Will. He wasn’t expecting Hannibal and him to be so compatible in well... everything , but it was a nice and comforting thought that they were indeed made for each other.

Hannibal helped Will discover a lot of kinks that the boy never thought that he had, but that were always there, secretly hiding under the surface just waiting to be uncovered. He found out that he really enjoyed, maybe too much, having Hannibal make decisions for him, at least most of the time. He had a weirdly soft spot for receiving praises, ‘It probably stems from the lack of parental affection during your youth’ Hannibal had said, sometimes Will really felt like punching him in the face, especially when he used such formal assessments on him. Will also discovered that even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, that he had a humiliation and degrading kink, of course, Hannibal used the fact that Will wouldn’t verbalise it to his own advantage.

But Will wasn’t the only one who discovered new kinks, Hannibal surprisingly found out new sides of his sexual endeavours as well. He realised that he had a strong desire to provide and to take care of that had been laying inert in his subconscious until he met Will. Will had always been his Achilles’ Heel, the exception that proves the rule so it wasn’t surprising that he would always be the one to make Hannibal discover more and more aspects of himself.

With Hannibal wanting to take care of and with Will wanting to be taken care of, it didn’t take long until they decided to make their relationship into a full-time BDSM dynamic, with Hannibal as Will’s Dom. They agreed that Hannibal would be in charge of making all the decisions Will couldn’t or didn’t want to, and with time, Hannibal started to dictate when he slept, ate and bathed. Will couldn’t be happier about it all, he was never one to take especially good care of himself, so handing that responsibility to Hannibal -who is incredibly meticulous about anything to do with himself- Lecter, just seemed to be the natural thing to do. But when Hannibal started to insist on dressing him, Will got irritated.

***

“I’m not wearing that , Hannibal,” he said as he stared vexed at the extravagant and colourful three-piece suit Hannibal had magically appeared with for him to wear. 

“And why would that be, darling?” he replied with a naive voice while blinking softly in a challenging way. “Do you not like the cut, because a different one can be arranged-”

Before Hannibal could finish his words, Will had already cut him off “A different cut? Do you hear yourself, Hannibal? I’m not wearing it because it’s dreadful. You are the only person in the world who can make these ostentatious and horrific patterns look good, and the only reason for that is because you are you . If I put those on, which isn’t happening, I will look like someone who got lost from the circus. So I kindly have to refuse your offer, thank you but no.”

“Very well...“ he gives a little pause, letting Will think he won, before continuing, “in this case then, I will have to kindly refuse your attempt to refuse my request.”

“What? You can’t do that, that’s cheating.” Will said in a now playful tone rather than annoyed, he always found amusing teasing Hannibal. The man was always so well-mannered and self-controlled that Will loved seeing him in a less put-together state.

“Who said I am playing by the rules?” he said as he put the clothes on the bed and walked next to Will, cupping the boy’s cheeks. “Now, dress up.”  

Will put his poker face on before saying “Now... Doctor Lecter, where are your manners? Not even a please? A pretty please? No?” he said, hissing.

“Will...” Hannibal said in an intimidating and warning tone while taking a calculated step forward to heighten their size difference, making him seem much taller from up close.

“That is my name, yes,” Will said in a chase tone before taking a step back, he would never admit to himself but even though he knew Hannibal would never hurt him now, he still felt a little frightened when Hannibal became cold like that. It would be stupid not to, the man was after all one of the most dangerous men out there.

Hannibal didn’t reply to that, he simply jerked forward and Will tried to run away but the older man was too quick on his feet and grabbed Will by the waist, throwing him on the bed and pinning his boy there with his weight. 

“Horrible, untamed boy. Are you going to behave yourself and do as you were told or do you need to be disciplined?” he said coldly while inhaling Will’s precious scent from close range. 

Will got in fact a little frightened when Hannibal got like that, but he also found that he usually got desperately aroused at the knowledge that that deadly man was his and that Will was the only person that would get to see him like that and live to tell the story. He also knew how far he could push before actually pissing Hannibal off, and he could see behind those cold eyes that Hannibal had something planned so he pushed further.

“I. Am. Not. Putting. Those. On.” he said slowly while over pronouncing the words, saying in both a stubborn and playful way. Will also tilted his head up so their lips were almost brushing against each other, he wanted so much to give in and just kiss Hannibal, but this was a mind game, and he wasn’t backing down now. Hannibal growled under his breath and Will could feel the older man’s warm breath against his now reddened skin.

Will started to feel that he was beginning to harden under Hannibal and there was nothing he wanted more than to magically evaporate from that situation, he prayed that somehow the man wouldn’t notice it but Will knew that that was simply impossible. It was bordering on pathetic how easy Hannibal got Will hard, he could literally give him one look and boom a stiffy! And there it was, proof that he knew, Hannibal gave Will a smirk before pressing their lips together but not in a kiss per se, it was just a quick brush before pulling away entirely from Will and leaving the room without giving the younger man any sort of explanation for his actions. Will was left confused and alone in their bedroom with a hard on that he wasn’t allowed to touch.

***

A week went by and Hannibal kept ignoring Will’s presence, he would only say the necessary “good morning”, “good night”, “lunch is ready”, “dinner is ready” and so forth. Ever since that day in their bedroom, Hannibal hadn’t touched Will in any capacity and it was driving the boy insane. He kept thinking that he may have pushed him too far, but how could he have read Hannibal so wrong?? He was certain he saw something in his eyes that showed that Hannibal wasn’t truly angry, or at least that he still had more room for Will’s misbehaviours, but maybe he was wrong and he misread the signals and truly crossed a line. Regardless, Will wasn’t going to apologise, in the first few days he felt horrible and incredibly guilty but that sentiment soon turned into anger. If Will had crossed a line and genuinely angered Hannibal, then Hannibal also crossed one when he started behaving like an infant and started neglecting Will of the basic human needs, such as communication and touch.

On the seventh day, Will had had enough of Hannibal’s petty attitude and decided to try to grab the man’s attention and put an end to all of this in a way that wouldn’t end with him having to apologise. Will woke up in the morning and just like every day in the past week, he woke up to find that Hannibal had already left the bed and for once, he was happy to find an empty room.

He stood up, went to the bathroom to wash his face as he thought about what would be the best way to bring a proper reaction out of Hannibal, when he finally came up with the perfect one, he stepped out of the bathroom and started to strip off his clothes, dumping it on the floor and heading downstairs to the kitchen where he knew Hannibal would be.

“Good morning,” Will innocently said as he entered the kitchen, going straight to the fridge to grab some orange juice.

Hannibal was about to respond when Will felt his eyes piercing his naked body but he didn’t turn around to meet the man’s gaze, he instead took extra time to retrieve the jar of juice and then moved to the cupboard to grab a glass.

“What? No good morning now? Rude, Hannibal, shockingly rude. Or is it Doctor Lecter now since we have stepped down to not speaking at all? I never know with you,” Will started with what was intended to be innocent and teasing but ended up being ironic and obnoxious.

Hannibal didn’t say anything to that but Will could feel that he was controlling himself to not react. What that reaction would be, Will didn’t know but if he knew Hannibal, and he did, then the reaction wouldn’t be good. He was, after all, stark naked in Hannibal’s kitchen which the man considered his sanctuary. However, at this point, Will really didn’t care if Hannibal would be angry or not, their actual relationship couldn’t get worse from what it already was so he might as well try to have some fun out of it by pissing Hannibal off more since the man wasn’t providing any.

“Nothing? Wow, I expected more from you,” Will said as he walked past Hannibal, who was in front of the stove making some scrambled eggs, bacon and some other fancy foods that Will didn’t know the name to, and made a move to grab a slice of bacon or whatever human meat it actually was from the pan but Hannibal was faster and slapped Will’s hand away. Will retrieved his hand immediately, taken aback by Hannibal’s sudden act of violence, he had put way too much force into that slap to be playful. “What the fuck, Hannibal?!” 

Will instantly shoved Hannibal away with such a force that made him drop the pan on the ground. Will’s eyes immediately followed the loud bang and then changed their course to Hannibal’s face, if the man hadn’t been angry before, he sure as hell was now. His eyes were deadly cold and for a second Will thought he was going to kill him, his body instantaneously started to step back trying to put distance between the two of them. 

Hannibal kept eyeing Will as if he was his very next meal, Will was terrified. Before he could even process he was already running in the direction of the kitchen’s door and before he could even get six steps in, Hannibal had closed the distance and jumped on him, bringing both of them to the cold floor. 

“Hannibal, let go of me!! Get the fuck off of me!! Hanni-" he grunted in pain, interrupting his words as Hannibal started twisting Will’s arm behind his back. “Hannibal, what the fuck are you doing?! You are going to break my arm!! Let go!”

“Tell me, Will, what were you thinking would happen after you poked the monster? Did you think it would stay dormant or no... perhaps you wanted it to come out, didn’t you? Every action has its equal opposite reaction, you chose yours now you will have to accept its consequences.” Hannibal said languorously.

“Christ! Are you out of your mind ?! You haven’t spoken to me in days, you have treated me like less than a human being, and all of that because I wouldn’t wear your stupid extravagant clothes?! Do you even hear yourself?? Now get off of me!” Will said trying to wrench himself free but it only made Hannibal pull his arm a fraction higher, making Will gasp in spite of himself.

“You needed to be disciplined, clearly you still do. Now, have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Fuck, just... let me go! Please !” Will half-sobbed as Hannibal slowly started to move his hand down, dropping Will’s arm in the process.

Will promptly jumped away from under Hannibal and crawled to a corner of the kitchen while holding his arm close to his body, his breathing had become short and scarce and he could feel how pale his skin had turned. He felt like a prey that had barely survived its predator’s claws, he hugged his naked body trying to find some comfort.

Hannibal’s cold eyes on him suddenly felt warmer, Will was averting his gaze but he could tell something had changed in his posture. He unexpectedly felt the warm fabric of clothing pressed against his pale and cold body, it took Will a couple of seconds to realise it was Hannibal’s jacket. Without fighting it, the young boy grabbed it and wrapped himself around it, inhaling deep Hannibal’s scent. It was ridiculous how it calmed him, even if the cause of his distress was Hannibal himself.

After a few deep inhales, Will’s colour started to come back to his skin and he became calmer, “I’m sorry I shoved you.” he said softly, still not looking directly at Hannibal, he thought just saying sorry would be enough, but from the lack of response from the older man, he knew it wasn’t. Of course, nothing would be that simple with Hannibal, he always wanted more, fucking shrink . “I think that when you slapped my hand away something triggered in me and made me overreact like that.” he took a deep breath, “Last time we were in a kitchen together and you suddenly moved, I ended up in a hospital bed,” Will said it in a funny way, trying to laugh off the hurtful memories that were taking place in his head. “And all of that combined with you ignoring me, just really fucked me up. We were having such an amazing time these past few months and when you left the room that day... I thought... I thought you grew tired of me and that you would leave me. That you would leave me behind, all alone and that really hurt me, Hannibal.” Tears started to stream down Will’s eyes and before he could control them, he was already gasping for air.

“Mielasis... I would never-“ Hannibal began saying as he brought his hand to cup Will’s face and clean the tears away but when the boy flinched away, he aborted the motion, heartbroken. 

This time Will did look up to meet Hannibal’s eyes and seeing the hurt in his eyes by Will shuddering away, broke the boy’s heart. “I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to-” he breathes between the tears, “I’m not-.” 

“You are afraid of me.”

Will shook his head as he took Hannibal’s hand and placed it on his face, kissing his palm. The contact against his skin felt incredible, from terrified he quickly felt home as he felt Hannibal’s warmth being pressed against him, but that wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed Hannibal. Will quickly jumped on Hannibal’s body, snuggling against it and sobbing on the man’s shoulder.

Hannibal welcomed Will in his arms and hugged him tightly while breathing his boy’s incredible scent that he had missed so dearly in the past week. He didn’t regret his choices of neglecting Will of him, but he did regret not having thought ahead that his darling thing was still very insecure and would immediately assume that people would leave him when things went wrong, in this case ‘people’ meant Hannibal. 

“Oh mielasis, I would never leave you... it would take divine intervention for it to happen, and even then, I would still fight to keep you by my side - in your rightful place,” he said as he placed soft kisses on the boy’s curls while slowly soothingly rocking them.

Will sobbed harder at that, he felt overwhelmed, he couldn’t quite place with what, but he felt his chest becoming heavier and heavier and... “ I love you .”

They both froze at that. Will’s tears magically stopped and he went completely still. Hannibal’s breath was caught in the middle as he heard the words, his eyes widened and his heartbeat skyrocketed.

“Darling...?” he asked as his voice cracked and the surprise in his voice was caused both by Will’s confession and his own unrefined reaction to it.

“I mean it, Hannibal... I can’t stand the thought of not being with you, of not waking up next to you, of not talking to you. You are everything I never knew I always wanted, you came into my life and you destroyed everything I had ever known, you made me doubt every concept I had of right and wrong and you helped me discover who I am and... Hannibal Lecter, I love you and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, I’m not expecting you to say it back, I just wanted you to know.” Will said as he rose his head from the man’s shoulder to look at Hannibal. Will was bursting with happiness he had never felt like that, and he liked it, he liked it a lot.

For the first time in his life, Hannibal was speechless, he was trying to vocalise words but nothing was coming out. His eyes were burning with hunger, desire, but above all that, they were burning with love . This time he did cup Will’s cheeks and brought his boy into a fervent kiss, he put all his love and devotion into that kiss to show how much happiness he was experiencing. He kissed Will until there was not one single trace of oxygen in his lungs, and only then did he pull away. “I love you, mielasis. I love you more than love itself, I love you with every breath I take, I love you in every moment of every single day. Aš tave myliu, Will Graham .”

Hannibal pulled Will in again for a kiss, he never wanted to let go of his boy, he never wanted to not be touching him or kissing him. After a lot of fighting within himself, Hannibal let go and pressed their foreheads together while catching his breath. Will was already straddling him, and his cock was already half hard, noticing it Hannibal pulled away to look at the boy’s tiny erect cock looking back at him.

“Mielasis... I would want nothing more than to have you right here, right now, but we need to eat but I promise you, as soon as we finish eating and cleaning the dishes, I will make the wait worthwhile.” 

“We can always eat later...“ Will said while rutting himself on Hannibal’s waistcoat and tie.

“You are a terror, later,” he said while kissing all of Will’s face.

“Okay... later,” Will replied but went for another kiss anyway, which Hannibal allowed while smiling broadly.

***

After that day, Hannibal and Will agreed to keep creating happy memories in the kitchen to try and compensate for the bad ones. Professing their love there had certainly played an enormous role in helping change Will’s bad connotation to the kitchen. They also agreed on alternative ways to punish Will that didn’t involve depriving the boy entirely of Hannibal’s company, it would often consist of Will simply being denied orgasms to harder ones such as physical punishments like being spanked and so forth. Today was one of those days.

Hannibal had requested Will to go into town to buy certain ingredients for their dinner, but when Will arrived with the grocery bags, Hannibal picked up the scent from across the house. He was in his office room, and as soon as he picked up the smell, he rushed to the kitchen to see it with his own eyes.

Sensing that Hannibal was standing right behind him, Will froze, “Look... I know what you are going to say, okay? But hear me out... traffic was horrible so if I were to go to your fancy supermarket it would take me at least three hours to go there, find all the ingredients in your horribly long list and come back here, and by the time I came back home it would have already passed dinner time.” he said while turning around to see Hannibal, as he rubbed his nape in nervousness.

“Will...“ Hannibal said coldly as he eyed the McDonalds bag.

“I know... I know...“

Hannibal had to close his eyes to calm himself and not to start screaming, he took a deep inhale and noticed that Will’s mouth was already compromised by that horrible smell of fast food. He extended an arm past Will to grab the bag that was on the kitchen island and walked to the nearest bin and threw it away. Will was ready to reprimand him for throwing it away, but he knew better than that. Before he could get a word out, Hannibal turned to him with an annoyed look.

“Go upstairs, brush your teeth and strip. I want you naked and bent over the bed, wait for me there,” he commanded and all Will could do was to nod and do as he was told.

He went upstairs and started to strip from his clothes, leaving them messy on the floor just to annoy Hannibal even further. Something that Will never thought he would love this much, was being spanked. If that was from the fact that it was Hannibal doing it or if it was from the act itself, Will didn’t care to know he just knew he loved it and adding more reasons for Hannibal to spank him more than usual was always on Will’s list. 

Once naked, Will went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. He thought about disobeying and not doing it, but he also knew that Hannibal was very sensitive to smells and tastes so he decided not to disobey. He brushed them and then walked into the bedroom and laid his upper body on the bed while spreading his legs further apart, showing his ass for the world to see.

At this point, Will was already leaking precum in anticipation across the sheet, it was utterly humiliating to be spread like that waiting to be spanked but that was also one of the reasons he loved it so much. The other reason was that Hannibal also knew about this and always took extra long to come into the room.

That said, after what seemed like hours Hannibal finally appeared on the doorframe, licking his lips at the beautiful sight that was Will. The younger boy urgently arched his back, exposing more of his ass while letting a soft moan out. Hannibal’s eyes traced from the boy’s bare pink ass to the messy clothes all around the room.

“Impetuous thing, what is this?” 

Will didn’t have to trace Hannibal’s eyes to know that the man was talking about the pile of clothes spread across the floor.

“I know how much you enjoy folding so I decided to just leave them there, for you,” Will replied with a very innocent voice that had anything but innocence on it.

Hannibal didn’t say anything immediately to that, he simply walked behind Will and positioned himself between the younger man’s spread legs while reaching down a hand to the boy’s leaking cock and giving it a strong squeeze, making Will whimpered at the pain and pleasure evoking from the contact and pressure.

“Well now my disobedient and rebellious boy, what’s to be done about that?” he rhetorically asked as he squeezed the boy’s little cock even more before continuing, drawing even more pained and erotic noises from him, “someone seems eager to be punished today, aren’t we?” to that, Will nodded frantically and Hannibal hummed in amusement, “Very well, who am I to deny you your needs?” he said as he let go of Will’s cock and stood up straight, fixing the nonexistent wrinkles on his suit. “You are not allowed to cum tonight,” he says finally. 

“But-” Will began to protest and turn his head to his shoulder so he could see Hannibal’s face and frown at the man, but seeing Hannibal’s dominating presence, he decided to abort the mission.

“Good boy... now I need you to stand up for me.”

Will moaned at the soft praise, it made him feel useful and there was nothing in the world that he wanted more but to be the reason Hannibal was pleased and satisfied. He then softly stood up cracking his back as he did so, from all those hours in an uncomfortable position, he then looked down at where he had been laying and Will was suddenly flooded by a wave of embarrassment as he saw the wet spot from where his cock had been leaking. Naturally, Hannibal’s eyes followed the trace of Will’s and smirked at that as well as at how red his boy’s face had turned. 

“You made quite a mess, haven’t you darling? From the simple act of anticipation and at how beautifully spread you were, with that wonder hole of yours in plain sight,“ Hannibal said as he sat down, right next to the stained spot and patted his lap. “On your hands and knees.”

Before Hannibal even finished giving the command, Will was already positioning himself across Hannibal’s lap with his ass up and his face close to the ground. 

“Irresistible thing...“ he started as he admired how needy his boy was, humming pleasantly at it before continuing, “you have been terribly rude today by bringing that trash into our home expecting me to eat it and of course, by the mess you made of your clothes... very , very rude,” with every ‘rude’ he said, Hannibal gave two quick slaps across Will’s both ass cheeks, making the boy involuntarily rut himself on Hannibal’s lap. Seeing it, he held Will’s hips in place and gave a displeased hum to the boy as a warning. 

“In light of that, I believe fifteen swats will be enough to acquire my forgiveness for such atrocious acts of rudeness, don’t you agree Will?”

“Yes,” Will practically moaned just savouring the aftermath of his last spanks, they hadn’t been hard enough but a promise to what’s to come.

“Pardon me, Will, yes what?” Hannibal said while hitting Will’s ass another time with the same strength as before. 

“Yes, sir,” Will said, holding back a moan. He had been punished enough times to know that when he was being punished that he would lose the privilege of addressing Hannibal by his name, because accordingly to the man: ‘it is a privilege that you have to be able to call me by my first name, however, when you disobey me and act imprudent, you lose that privilege until we get you a clean start. ’ So he knew to address him as sir and the fact that he did, made Hannibal smile and give him a soft praise as a reward.

“Good boy, now for the rules: you are to count every strike you receive out loud, if you don’t, said strike will not be counted. At every multiple of five, you are to thank me for giving you your punishment, are we clear?” 

Will swallowed hard at that, the anticipation killing him but he managed to force out a “Yes, sir.”

Hannibal didn’t respond to that, he waited a few seconds for Will’s guard to be down and gave the boy his first harsh strike, Will was caught off guard and moaned in response while arching his back so more of his ass was visible, “One.” The second and third ones came soon after that in two quick movements and Will counted each strike. It was still surprisingly bearable, then the fourth and the fifth followed leaving his ass achy. “Four... Five, thank you, Sir.”

Hannibal hummed pleasantly at that and took a few moments to admire the now pink flesh of Will’s ass looking back at him, Will took those seconds to relax and brace himself for the next ones- the sixth hit him hard, Hannibal suddenly increased his strength making Will jerk forward and yelp. He counted it. The next three came one after the other with the same intensity, Will bit his lip in pain feeling the skin of his ass starting to burn but counted regardless of his pain “ seven, eight, nine. ”

For the tenth one, Hannibal changed the direction and struck right on Will’s perineum drawing a loud scream from the boy, it was however both a scream of pain as well as arousal. “ Ten , thank you, Sir!” Will grabbed Hannibal’s ankle to steady himself while squeezing it to let the man know that he was okay and that he could continue. They had established a few codes that Will could use at any time, one squeeze meant he was okay, two squeezes meant that he needed a minute and two squeezes followed by two taps meant that he needed to stop altogether. They used that for when Will either couldn’t talk or was in a punishment where pain could easily overtake his ability to communicate verbally. 

Receiving the green light, Hannibal continued, he gave four quick strikes and Will missed two of them so Hannibal gave them again, “thirteen... four-... fourteen,” Will started clenching around bare air, his cock was dripping all over Hannibal’s fancy slacks he knew that if he missed the last strike and Hannibal had to give it again, that he would come undone and he wasn’t allowed to do that. So when the last strike hit him, he immediately spilt out a “Fifteen, thank you... sir.” 

His ass was burning like fire, it hurt like hell but it also felt amazing, the mere thought that it was Hannibal’s hands that caused that damage was almost enough to make him cum everywhere. Hannibal’s hands, Hannibal’s hands, hands that killed more people than he could count, hands that saved so many people, hands that were now being used as his private source of spanking. Jesus, he was so hard it was pitiful, he was pitiful. He wanted more, needed more. “More... please ... sir,” he cried out loud hoping that Hannibal would give it to him.

Hannibal kept staring at the work of art he had just created on the boy’s ass, it was perfectly red and incredibly warm, barely acknowledging Will’s request but the word ‘sir’ made him come back to reality. “I know you do, darling... I know you do, but it’s enough for today. If I give you any more, you will cum and you are not allowed to.”

“No, I won’t I promise you sir-” Will shook his head, “Hannibal.”

“Darling thing... we both know that’s a lie,” he gave a short pause to admire the flush of heat taking place on his boy’s face, “now, since you have behaved so nicely I will give you a reward, on your knees please.”

Will promptly stood from Hannibal’s lap, feeling the ache on his ass shot through his entire body before taking his place on the ground once again, on his knees as commanded. Hannibal soon followed and stood up taking place in front of Will, excitement of what was to come rushed through Will as he saw Hannibal undoing his slacks’ button and zipper. Will’s eyes widened, his mouth fell open and his hands immediately started to push the man’s slacks down, drawing a soft laugh from the older man. “Impatient, hungry boy... if you want my cock you will have to behave yourself, can you do that?” Will simply nodded, “Good boy.”

Hannibal took extra time undoing his underwear and pushing it to his knees, letting his painful hard on spring freely into the cool air of the room. Will instinctively licked his lips, drooling all over it from the anticipation. Hannibal gave his cock a few strokes before gently pressing it against Will’s lips but still not giving his boy permission to suck. He looked down on his darling’s body and found his tiny cock extremely red around the tip and covered in precum, begging for a relief that would never come. “Suck it, darling.”

Will didn’t have to be told twice, he immediately took Hannibal in his mouth and started sucking him, licking around the edges and with the help of Hannibal’s hand, he started taking him more and more on his throat until his nose was brushing against the man’s recently trimmed pubic hair. Hannibal was enormous, it was almost too much to take but Will always pushed himself to take everything. Involuntary tears started to stream down his face as Hannibal kept the boy in place, just warming his cock. 

He soon took all of Will off of him by pulling the man by his curls, only to shove himself back again faster and more forcefully. He did that a few more times before starting to face-fuck Will, his darling thing took everything Hannibal had to offer and more, he swallowed him whole, hummed on him sending vibrations through Hannibal’s pelvis, and when Hannibal came he took every single drop and swallowed everything. Hannibal went down on his knees and kissed Will passionately while tasting himself on his boy’s tongue. He then stood up, went to the bathroom to grab a towel, returned to the room and cleaned both of them with it and asked Will to fold the messy clothes. After everything was tidy and organised they both went to bed and slept.

***

The next morning Will woke up to an empty place where Hannibal was supposed to be, after a few moments of reflection he realised that he had probably woken up early to go to the supermarket to buy the things that Will was supposed to buy yesterday. Will stretched, stood up and went to their shared wardrobe to retrieve a clean boxer to put on, he then started making his way to the kitchen. When he was halfway through the stairs he started hearing sounds of pans coming from the kitchen making him smile like a teenager in love, when he got there he saw Hannibal’s muscular back cooking something on the stove. He didn’t really care what he was preparing even though he was starving because what he was even hungrier for was Hannibal himself.

Will started walking incredibly quiet, or at least incredibly quiet to his standards, and only stopped once he was hugging Hannibal from behind - pining both of their bodies together and inhaling the man’s scent.

“Good morning, mielasis... did you sleep well?” Hannibal spoke and that thick and European accent went straight to Will’s soft cock, making the boy hump at the feeling.

“Hmmm... you know, it could have been better if you weren’t such a vengeful creature and had actually fucked me last night, or at least let me cum.” Will said in a sarcastic yet playful tone while hugging Hannibal even tighter.

Hannibal didn’t respond to that and kept on cooking as if Will wasn’t hugging him like a koala hugged a tree. He knew how touch starved Will naturally was and how much it increased when Hannibal didn’t allow the boy to find relief.

“Dear succubus... I understand that after a night of being denied an orgasm followed by multiple stimulations make you feel more in need of physical touch, and I do promise I will give you what you need. However, I am indeed cooking, and I would appreciate it if I could move normally throughout the kitchen as demanded.” 

“But... it’s cosy,” Will said in a needy voice while clinging even tighter around Hannibal.

“Darling... please,” Hannibal said in a composed tone yet it exalted a sense of demand, but it was still soft and playful.

“Okay, fine ,” the boy replied while letting go of Hannibal’s back and instead of taking a step back and letting the man cook, Will lowered himself and sat on one of Hannibal’s feet while wrapping himself around his leg, not letting it go for dear life. “Crisis averted, now you can move.”

Hannibal gently looked down, catching Will’s beautiful blue and needy eyes staring back at him as if he had just solved the final problem. “Indigent thing, what am I supposed to do with you?” he rhetorically asked but it didn’t stop Will from answering.

“I can think of a thing or two... if you want, I can lend you my imagination,” Will said in a low and lustful voice as he started humping against Hannibal’s leg. His previous soft cock was now beginning to harden at such an erotic sight of being at Hannibal Lecter’s literal feet and humping himself against his expensive slacks. 

Hannibal was almost done with cooking breakfast so he decided to let Will be as he was for the time being. Still looking at his boy, he lowered one of his hands to play with Will’s curls, pulling them playfully as he did so while letting a humming noise out and bringing his attention back to the food. Will considered that as a win and the arousal only grew wider and stronger at the knowledge that Hannibal had given in, which made Will unconsciously started to hump harder and faster on the man.

“Mielasis…”

Will started hearing Hannibal’s voice from afar extremely muffed by his own arousal, Will could hear that the man was still talking but he only heard the very first word clearly, after that it just faded in the back of his mind, it was only when Hannibal spoke again that he got back to himself.

“Will. Did you hear what I said?” Hannibal spoke with a visibly annoyed tone.

Will felt his cheeks blush with embarrassment, he hated when he got so lost within himself because he would block the outside world out, and in this case, he had blocked whatever Hannibal had said to him, and by the man’s tone, it had been a warning of some sorts. The boy softly shook his head.

“I suggested you go upstairs and take a cold shower before meeting me at the table for breakfast.”

‘Right, suggested. And by suggested he meant ‘ordered’.’ Will looked at him and then followed Hannibal’s gaze to where Will was still humping against the older man, Will immediately made himself stop. Humiliation only grew at the fact that he wasn’t even aware that he had been doing that for this long, and now he was leaking precum all over Hannibal. Stopping it felt wrong, he could still feel all the bruises from the night before - a constant reminder that he hadn’t come in now, two days - and he really needed to cum, but after this, he was certain that Hannibal wouldn’t give it to him or at least postpone it until later into the day. But that wasn’t enough, he needed it, he needed it now, desperately so. 

Will made no further requests, he simply nodded submissively, stood up and made his way upstairs. However, instead of doing what Hannibal had requested, ordered , Will stripped off his now wet boxers and made his way into their wardrobe and after half a second of doubt, that he quickly shook off, he grabbed Hannibal’s favourite three-piece suit and put it on the bed. He then opened one of the tons of drawers and put on the man’s most expensive underwear and started putting the suit on, retrieving the matching tie and then slipping it on and looking at himself in the mirror. 

He felt as if he was Hannibal, the man’s powerful and incredibly self-controlled self flooding Will’s body. The boy acquired a confidence that didn’t belong to him, but to Hannibal himself. In light of said confidence, Will decided that he was going to take matters into his own hands, literally, since Hannibal clearly wasn’t going to. He undid the zipper from his - Hannibal’s - slacks and pulled his still hard cock out. Looking at his little cock in the mirror Will moaned softly thinking of all the praises Hannibal would give him, praises that Hannibal always gave him, and started to stroke himself. He kept his eyes locked on his image in the mirror and it felt as if he was looking at himself through Hannibal’s eyes, it felt unreal and incredible all at once. A few strokes later and he came, he came all over the man’s suit and the rest that got on his hand, Will wiped it clean on the slacks. 

Looking at himself, now, the previous high confidence had now normalised to his normally low one. He looked at the absolute mess he had made and embarrassment and guilt took over his senses, Hannibal was going to kill him. Fuck punishment, he would skip straight to murder. It was too late now to take it back, the warm cum had already stained the fabric and even if he managed to clean it off, the scent would still be there and Hannibal with his supernatural nose would definitely know what happened. Will decided that he would own up to what he had done. ‘Well, after all, Hannibal did want to see me in one of his suits so maybe he won’t even focus too much on the fact that I ruined his favourite one and that I broke the rule of not jerking myself off without permission... maybe... oh god... who am I kidding?! I’m a dead man walking.’  he thought to himself while straightening the suit and walking downstairs.

Without turning around or even looking at Hannibal he went straight to the table and sat down, Will could feel the man’s penetrating gaze burning his on back as he walked but decided it would be safer if he didn’t say a thing to provoke him further. It was obvious that the man had picked up the scent immediately, but he also didn’t say a word to Will, he also didn’t move a muscle, he just stood a few feet behind the younger man - still in the kitchen - staring in silence. 

Hannibal had a thing that Will despised, he would never feel uncomfortable by the awkward silence unlike Will himself, so the younger boy knew that the silence wouldn’t be broken unless he made an attempt to put an end to it and that was what he did, in the most innocent way possible but Hannibal could see right through the façade.

“Hm... do you need help bringing the food to the table?” Will said, still not turning around to look at Hannibal.

Hannibal didn’t respond, he did, however, move from where he had been standing for the last two minutes or so. He took hold of the trays of food and the jar of juice that Will always drank in the morning and brought them to the table, his eyes never leaving Will.

When Hannibal finished serving the food for both of them and sat down, Will opened his mouth to say something and before the words even came out, Hannibal cut him off.

“Eat.”

It was all he said but his tone wasn’t his normal one, it was dark yet not quite the tone he would use when he was genuinely angry at him, nor his ‘killing’ tone. It was something else altogether, it was lustful and demanding and it sent a wave of pleasure straight to Will’s dick. He did as he was told. Hannibal, however, didn’t eat which was very unusual of him, he just kept staring at Will the entire time as the boy ate.

When Will finished eating, Hannibal stood up and grabbed the boy’s empty plate and started walking to the kitchen to clean it off. Will was about to stand up to help but Hannibal spoke again, ordering him to stay put, he got a shiver from his spine but obeyed. After a couple of minutes of cleaning the dishes and putting all of the food in the fridge, Hannibal came back to the dining room and offered his hand for Will to grab it and helped the younger man to stand up. Will was about to speak again but Hannibal cut him off once again.

“We are going out to town.”

He simply announced matter factly, his voice was still the same strong and lustful one from before, maybe even more so now that his eyes were piercing at the dark spots from where Will’s cum had once been. 

Will cleared his throat as his face started to redden, “hmm... okay, give me just... five minutes so I can go and change...“ he said looking down at Hannibal’s jawline.

“No, darling. You are not changing.”

“W-What?! Hannibal... I can’t go out like this.” Will's eyes widened at that and his heart skipped a beat. 

“You can...,” Hannibal said as he brought a hand to Will’s jaw and pulled it to, forcing eye contact before continuing, “and you will.”

Will whimpered at that and his cock jumped on the stained slacks, embarrassment overpowered his senses and his self-control. 

“B-but... people... people will see H-Hannibal, and...“

“And what, darling? If you start behaving yourself like a whore , you shall be treated as such.” 

When Hannibal used such primal and filthy words such as ‘cum’ , ‘cock’ but especially when he degraded Will in such a manner, it would always hit Will in a different way. He didn’t try to understand why it would make him so incredibly hard but it did, it filled him up with humiliation and it felt extraordinary .

“Yes, sir,” Will eventually managed to say making Hannibal smirk and let go of his jaw, the boy hadn’t even noticed how much of his head’s weight he had put on Hannibal’s hand until it was gone and his head almost fell to the floor, pulling a humming sound of pleasure from Hannibal’s mouth.

The drive to Hannibal’s favourite café was long and quiet, Will could barely move, he couldn’t believe that they were doing that . Sure, they had done a lot of debasing things in the past but nothing quite as public and exposing as this. Once they entered there, people immediately turned their attention to them, it was hard not to look at two men wearing incredibly ostentatious suits and one of them with it stained with spots that could hardly be mistaken.

They had gone there enough times for people to know not to treat Hannibal poorly but their eyes’ on Will were making the boy redder than pepper, all he wanted to do was to flee or to at least crawl up in a distant chair and wait for Hannibal there. Seeing right through Will’s desire to disappear, Hannibal wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist to hold him still. Will’s knees started to shake and if it hadn’t been for Hannibal supportive and strong grip around him, he would have definitely fallen on the ground.

More waves of pleasure shot straight to the man’s cock, making him besides fully hard, now leaking precum all over himself. Will’s arousal was so heightened that he couldn’t quite make out what was happening in his surroundings but he could hear some angry Italian being spoken from a distance and he didn’t have to be a genius to understand that it was directed at them, at him . Before Will could understand what had happened Hannibal had gone to the person who had spoken, what Will guessed as either homophobic slurs or slut-shaming Will, and returned with the man’s business card, which would make him their next meal. 

All of that only made Will harder, because he knew what that business card meant, it was their own private joke of sorts and seeing Hannibal in action never ceased to amuse Will. Luckily for the boy, their turn on the queue had come and soon enough they were sitting at a table, making Will more comfortable now that he could easily hide his obvious hard cock from foreign eyes. But of course Hannibal wasn’t going to let Will have a break, the man casually lifted one of his expensive Italian leather shoes under the table to Will’s crotch, giving it a few strokes directly at the boy’s hard on. 

Will immediately jumped at the sudden contact and involuntarily let a moan out, rushing to cover it up with a cough. Hannibal’s expression was neutral as if he wasn’t stroking Will with his foot, making Will even more aroused. The boy had to bite his lips so as not to make more sounds, precum kept leaking and feeling that his orgasm was beginning to build he opened his mouth. 

“H-Hannibal... stop... I’m c-close…” he whispered in a rough voice because if he spoke any louder he would scream in pleasure. Hannibal didn’t stop, he also ignored Will’s appeal, Will quickly brought his hand to his mouth and bit deep into it as he came. He tried his best to control his body and not give away that he was literally coming in front of dozens of people, when he was riding out his orgasm a waiter came to him and asked softly if he was okay and if he needed anything, lifting up his head and doing his best to control his voice he said, “Sto bene, ho solo mal di testa, grazie,” the waiter nodded and told him that if he needed anything that he could talk to her or any of the other staff and left. 

When she left, Will immediately dropped his head to the table in embarrassment as he felt the warm cum dripping down to his thigh, he then kicked Hannibal from under the table, pulling out a fake hurt sound from the man that sounded more like pure amusement. 

“I can’t believe you just did that, you know we will never be able to come back here again, right?” Will said, lifting his head just enough to look at Hannibal’s lustful eyes.

“It’s a shame, isn’t it? I quite liked this place, but it’s a necessary price to pay...” Hannibal paused just enough to see Will rolling his eyes at him before continuing, “shall we?” he said as he finished his coffee, standing up and offering his arm for Will to take.

“Can’t we... wait? Just another minute or so? Please? ” Will pleaded knowing very well Hannibal wouldn’t give in but he had to try anyway. They both knew that the cum was still warm and not nearly dry and that was Hannibal’s exact goal, to show Will off as his. 

Hannibal didn’t even blink at Will’s request and simply stood there with his arm open, waiting. The boy eventually stood up, taking the older man’s arm and as soon as he stood up he felt the cum making its way down his leg, at this point Will didn’t think he could feel even more embarrassed, but it proved to be possible because when that nice waiter from before saw him, she physically gagged at the sight of him, making Will feel humiliated . It was too soon for him to get hard again but he could feel a new wave of arousal building up on his pelvis, Will was stolen from words and even if he had to say anything he wouldn’t be able to, his throat felt rough and dry and he felt like a sex toy, somehow making him further aroused. 

They soon made their way out of the café but Will was functioning on autopilot and when he regained full awareness of what was happening, he was in an alley, on his knees with Hannibal’s cock shoved deep into his throat making him immediately choke on it from surprise.

“There you are, darling... I was wondering where you had gone. Stay with me.” Hannibal said while brushing his fingers on Will’s curls and wiping the reactionary tears off his boy’s face.

“Where else would I go?” Will said, swallowing dry while looking up to meet Hannibal’s eyes and taking the man deep into his throat.

Hannibal let soft and small moans out as he restarted to grip Will’s curls and face-fuck him, Will took everything Hannibal had to give him, he let Hannibal do whatever he wanted to him. When the older man was on the verge of orgasming he pulled out from Will’s mouth, making the boy whine at the loss, and started to stroke himself until he came all over Will’s face and hair. 

Will wasn’t expecting Hannibal to do that so when he felt warm cum being shot near his eyes, dripping to his nose, on his eyebrows and hair he let out a loud whine in surprise. “What the fuck, Hannibal?!” he complained as he brought a hand to wipe it away but Hannibal grabbed his hand, interrupting the motion. Hannibal didn’t have to say anything for Will to know that he wanted his cum, his mark , his possession over him, to be displayed. “C-can I at least take it off my eyes? I can’t open them...” 

“No. But I may.”

“Wha-”

Before Will could ask what Hannibal meant by that, the man was already on his knees and licking and kissing the cum off Will’s eyes. When he had got every single last drop of it he went to Will’s lips and pulled the man into a kiss. The cum going from his to Will’s mouth. “Swallow,” was all he said and the boy obliged. Hannibal then used his thumbs to spread the rest of the cum on Will’s face using it as if it was a lotion. 

They made their way home soon after that and Hannibal punished Will all day and night for having ruined his favourite suit and for touching himself without permission. They were happy. They were together. They had the rest of their lives ahead of them and nothing and no one would get in the way of their happiness, if they did, they would be sentenced to their imminent deaths.