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hannibal woke up to daddy inside him again. daddy’s hands on his asscheeks, spreading him apart and revealing his tiny hole, the bejeweled plug that usually nestles inside discarded on the bedside table. daddy’s ragged breaths and muttered curses in his ear as he thrusts from behind. the scent of daddy’s cologne and arousal hitting hannibal’s nose as he takes his first breath of the day, blinking his eyes open, yawning, and craning his neck to watch daddy fill him up. he loves when daddy uses him first thing in the morning before running off to his big stressful fbi job. daddy works so hard, and he deserves his baby’s hole whenever he needs it.
he yawns softly, watching beads of sweat cascade down daddy’s handsome face as his thrusts speed up. “good— OH— m— morning, daddy!”
daddy smirks and touches his nose to hannibal’s, a gentle greeting even as he continues pounding into him. “morning, darlin’— mmmmm. sorry to wake you. daddy couldn’t wait to get inside you.” he grunts and rolls hannibal onto his back. he knows hannibal loves to watch. “hope that’s okay, princess.” daddy’s thrusts pick up again, faster this time. “ohhh fuck.”
“yeah, OH! yes! it’s okay, daddy. please— OH! d— don’t stop!” hannibal spreads his legs and loops them around daddy’s strong, sweaty back, digging his toes into soft flesh. the angle allows daddy’s big cock to graze his prostate and his eyes roll to the back of his head. “oh— OH! DADDY! DADDY DADDY DADDY!”
daddy chuckles and repeats his movements, letting the head of his cock scrape along the tiny bundle of nerves over, and over, and over. “oh, there you are, baby. mhmmmm. did daddy find your special spot, princess?”
“OH! YES! YES DADDY, OH. IT FEELS SO GOOD RIGHT THERE!”
“i know it does, darlin’.” daddy grunts as he readjusts, bringing hannibal’s legs over his shoulders, bending him in half. then he resumes to jackhammer hannibal’s prostate, panting in his ear. “oh yeah baby, mmm, fuck. you’re making daddy feel so good. you wanna come for me?”
hannibal knows better than to come right then and there. he tries to gather his strength to ask nicely. but daddy won’t slow down. “c— OH! can i, daddy, p—PLEASE!”
then all of a sudden daddy stills his hips. “ah ah ah. may you, princess,” he corrects. hannibal mewls and feels tears forming in his eyes. daddy just grins like always. daddy can be so cruel sometimes. that’s what hannibal loves best about him.
when daddy shushes him softly, giving hannibal kisses all over his face, hannibal cries out like a wounded animal. he knows daddy likes that. he is wounded, he thinks to himself, a stag in the woods laying bloody and broken; daddy, the hunter standing over him, smirking, just as he is now. and suddenly hannibal feels like he’ll die if he can’t come. “m—MAY I COME DADDY PLEASE!” he practically yells.
daddy hums and shushes his baby softly as he sobs. daddy’s voice sounds low and mean and rough when he speaks next. “inside voice, sweetheart. ask daddy properly now. i know you can do it, baby.”
hannibal hiccups as daddy kisses the tears from his face. “may i come, daddy? pretty please?”
“there we go. see? knew you could do it, angel. i’m so proud of you,” daddy purrs. hannibal continues to hiccup and giggle. daddy giggles with him and pinches his nose. “oh, my sweet baby. there’s that smile. always so good for me.” and then daddy starts moving again, snapping his hips against hannibal’s thighs and ass as he resumes crying. “there we go. oh yeah. hmmmm. fuck. go ahead darlin’, come on daddy’s cock now.”
and hannibal does come, with a high pitched whine and a number of hiccups. because he can’t take it anymore. because he feels so good inside. most of all, because daddy wants him to. “T-THANK YOU DADDY! THANK YOU!”
daddy’s hips stutter and he shuts his eyes, slowing his pace. “FUCK. you’re welcome, sweetheart. you’re making daddy feel incredible right now, baby. you want my come inside?” hannibal nods and hiccups, sleepy and overstimulated. usually, daddy would expect a verbal response, but he takes pity on his baby this time. it only takes daddy a few more thrusts to fill him up nice and hot.
too soon, daddy’s pulling on his clothes and kissing hannibal goodbye for the day. with a “have a great day, princess,” he’s off again, back to work, with hannibal calling after: “i’ll have dinner ready first thing, daddy!” like he always does.
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