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“Dr. Lecter… Hannibal,” Will Graham drawls, his southern accent having become more pronounced in the years he’s been away from Hannibal and the FBI.
Will looks Hannibal up and down as he prowls into Hannibal’s cage. He circles the man, a calculating look on his face. For once, he feels like the predator and Hannibal is his prey. The idea brings a smile to Will’s face.
“You’re still wearing that same dreadful aftershave.” Hannibal observes, his face giving away nothing of his emotional state.
Hannibal, all things considered, finds seeing Will once more like a breath of fresh air. Though, this Will and the Will he knows so well seems different. More confident. He appears to know exactly what he wants.
“I am.” Will confirms, standing in front of Hannibal now.
“Why are you here, Will?” Hannibal asks, relishing the man's aftershave, no matter how terrible it might be. It's still Will's. At least it hasn't changed.
“Surely you know. You asked for me. You wanted me to say please, isn't that right?”
Hannibal doesn’t dignify him with an answer, only looks to the younger man somewhat indignantly. Will smirks.
Then, Will continues, “Only one of us will be saying please this afternoon. And it won’t be me.”
Hannibal’s mask falters at that. He wants Will. In every way a person can have another person. Will's sultry tone is doing little to help him maintain control. If he weren't strapped down, he'd be on Will already. Kissing, biting, tasting. The fantasy takes up much of the space in his mind palace and now it seems closer to reality than it ever has.
Will watches the man swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat. Before Hannibal's incarceration, they’d never been intimate. Will had never even given the man any inclination that he would want Hannibal intimately.
But he did. And he does. He’s imagined many times over the last three years what it would be like to have Hannibal writhing beneath him, his cock buried in the older man’s tight ass. Never mind whether or not Hannibal would even want his cock in his ass. For all Will knows, the man is a top.
Licking his lips, he steps closer to Hannibal. Now they’re only inches apart, warm air from the other’s breathing gracing their lips. For a moment, Will considers leaning in just a little further and kissing Hannibal. But he doesn’t. Not yet.
“When Alana told me what you wanted, I countered. I told her I would only agree if she let me in here with you, no cameras and no microphones for an hour. Believe it or not, she agreed. We’re alone, Hannibal.”
“What is it that you want?” Hannibal asks, his voice wavering.
“I told you. I want you to say please.”
Hannibal falls silent, something neither he or Will are used to. The man always has something to say.
Will’s hands ache to touch the doctor, to pull his too short hair and bring their lips in for a bruising kiss. He wants to taste him.
For once, he allows his own desires to win out. Before Hannibal can even process what’s happening, Will grips the hair on the back of his head and pulls him down into a kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue, there’s no hesitation on either part. Will bites down on Hannibal’s lip, eliciting a quiet groan from the older man.
The kiss does what’s intended to do, and Will glances down to see the doctor’s arousal through his prison scrubs. His own cock is hard, too. Pressing, heavy, and aching against his slacks.
"Tell me, Dr. Lecter, when is the last time you've pleasured yourself?" Will drawls, looking down at the doctor's growing erection. "I imagine it's been quite some time."
"It has." Hannibal bites out, then Will descends on him again, this time, sucking on his neck right at the juncture of it and his shoulder.
The action has Hannibal so hard he feels as if he might come just from Will's teeth on his neck. His cock twitches in interest, unhappy at being neglected thus far. His hips hitch forward ever so slightly, the action useless given his current predicament.
"Even for someone like you, someone so in control of his desires, I bet it's gotten to you. Hasn't it? Being so pent up... in more ways than one?"
Hannibal doesn't often find the time to pleasure himself, at least not in that way. There's little privacy to be found in the BSHCI. He never knows if Alana is watching. Despite being wholly unbothered by the idea of masturbation, the thought of Alana, or anyone else in a position of power over him, watching him do it seems almost degrading. The desire had won out a total of three times since his incarceration three years ago.
Unfortunately, his body has found other ways to get release. The first time he'd had a wet dream in prison had mortified him, though no one would have known it, he'd been so matter of fact about it.
One could argue waking with a stain in his prison scrubs from a dream he doesn't always recall is worse than just jerking off every now and then. Even more embarrassing when all of those dreams were about Will in one way or another, likely even the ones he can't recall. As much as Hannibal tells himself nothing has the ability to embarrass him, he knows it isn't true. Alana revels in his small humiliations, though she's never directly mentioned his nocturnal emissions. Small victories.
Having seen Hannibal writhe ever so slightly in his binds makes Will's cock ache with desire. He adjusts himself in his pants, knowing full well Hannibal is watching his hands like a man starved. He relishes the idea that, for once, he is in control.
Feeling high on the control, Will purposefully strokes himself through his slacks now. Relieving some of the ache from his arousal. He imagines fucking the man, his ass in the air, his arms still held against himself with the straight jacket, helpless to take only what Will gives him.
But, anyone who knows Hannibal knows he's dangerous, even when he's restrained like this. The man is ten steps ahead of everyone. Even if he can't physically hurt anyone in this state, he can still do damage.
"I think about fucking you. Most nights when I can't sleep, even when I'm next to Molly. I imagine I'm fucking you." Will tells him.
He's touching Hannibal again, his hand against his neck, his thumb pressing into the pulse point there. His fingers ghost down Hannibal's body, almost to his clothed cock, then back up. It's leaking so much there's a dark spot forming on his prison issue scrubs.
Will kneels, getting comfortable on his knees now. His face is level with Hannibal's cock, and the man can feel Will's hot breath against his groin. Hannibal moans softly, needy. He feels as if he'll die if Will doesn't touch him soon. Swallowing thickly, he knows it can't kill him, but he is aching for release.
Will finally gives in to his own desires, leaning forward and mouthing at Hannibal's clothed cock. Both men groan at the sensation. Will inhales deeply, getting a lung full of Hannibal's arousal.
Hannibal bites his lip, feeling the urge to say 'please' perched just beneath his chin. He isn't going to give in this easily, even though he knows it's exactly what Will wants. And perhaps he'll get what he wants if he holds out.
Will's hands grip Hannibal's thighs as he continues to mouth at the man's cock, driving both of them insane. He listens intently to Hannibal's breathing, the way each exhale comes out raggedly. He feels the man's thighs tense under the attention, and his cock twitches beneath Will's mouth. Now, the small dark spot from Hannibal's arousal is a large wet patch, a mix of Will's saliva and his own pre-cum.
Will enjoys the torture more than anything he's enjoyed in the last three years. To take Hannibal apart in this way feels more rapturous than killing him ever could. He's caught off guard when he feels Hannibal shudder beneath his ministrations.
Hannibal's orgasm hits him like a wave, he groans loudly at the sensation. Uncaring that he's coming into his underwear, it feels more intense than anything he's ever experienced. Even after the orgasm has passed, Will still mouths at his now over-sensitive cock, making Hannibal shake.
"I'm going to get you out of these straps and you're going to lay down on the bed." Will tells him, ending his assault on his cock.
Hannibal only nods, not trusting himself to form words. It's good enough for Will because he starts undoing each buckle, letting the straps fall to the ground. Last, Will unbuckles the straitjacket buckle between his legs, letting it then dangle between them. He doesn't move to take the straightjacket off, and motions for Hannibal to get on the bed.
"The straightjacket?" Hannibal asks, moving to obey on unsteady legs.
"No. I wouldn't want you to get any ideas about taking control of this situation." Will replies.
Hannibal sits on the cot, unsure of how Will wants him but finding that he really wants to please Will. He doesn't think of it long, because Will is on top of him in an instant, kissing his lips hungrily, groaning into his mouth. He grinds his cock against Hannibal's now soft one, eliciting a pained groan from the older man.
Will's hands help him maneuver onto his stomach, then hands are on his scrub pants, pulling them and his underwear down all at once. Hannibal squirms at the sensation of being bared from the waist down, on display for none other than Will Graham. The thought has his spent cock twitching in renewed interest.
Hands are on his hips now, pulling them up so his ass is in the air, on display like a bitch in heat. The straightjacket keeps him from moving much, leaving his head pressed uncomfortably to the side to allow him to breathe. Hannibal listens as Will unzips his pants then pulls out his cock.
"Will, I've never..." Hannibal begins, then stops. Will probably doesn't care.
"Never been fucked by a man before?" Will guesses.
"Y--yes." Hannibal replies, just as Will brings his thumb and presses it against Hannibal's dry hole.
"When you've thought of us together, were you the one fucking me?" Will asks, dipping his thumb into the tight heat.
"Yes!" Hannibal groans.
The feeling of Will's thumb pressing inside him completely dry isn't comfortable. And he finds himself trying not to move away from the intrusion. He cringes when he feels Will spit on his opening, more or less confirming how Will must see him now. Lower than dirt.
"Did you want to see me tied up and helpless, ready for you to do whatever you wanted with me?" Will asks.
"No." Hannibal answers truthfully. He'd never wanted Will like that. Not in the end. "I wanted a partner."
The honesty makes Will laugh. He considers, briefly, just shoving his cock into Hannibal's hole. To make it really hurt. It would be a small price for him to pay given all the pain he's caused Will. But as much as he tries to be, Will isn't cruel, and as much as he's angry with Hannibal, he cares about the man. No matter how absurd it may be.
Will removes his thumb from within Hannibal, and replaces it with his tongue. The new sensation rips a moan out of Hannibal, who finds himself leaning backward into the sensation. Will licks and sucks at his rim, then darts his tongue inside, relishing the way Hannibal writhes beneath him and rocks back into the sensation.
Hannibal's body shakes with pleasure, and he no longer cares that his body is chasing the feeling and rocking back and forth. His hips make small aborted thrusts in an attempt for friction on his hardening cock.
Will replaces his tongue with his finger. First just one, then he adds another. He crooks them up, brushing against Hannibal's prostate, making the man jolt. He fucks his fingers in and out lazily, brushing over his prostate teasingly. He can tell he's driving Hannibal mad with the barely there stimulation, but he enjoys watching the man come apart like this.
Finally, the word Will has been waiting for, falls past Hannibal's lips, "Please."
"What do you want?" Will asks tauntingly.
"You." Hannibal replies through gritted teeth.
His cock is fully hard now and hanging neglected between his legs. If his hands were free, he'd stroke himself, relieve some of the ache. But he's helpless, entirely at Will's mercy. The thought rips a whine from his throat.
Will spits into his hand and slicks up his cock as best as he can, given the circumstances, then lines himself up with Hannibal's hole. He pushes in slowly, relishing the feels of the tight heat surrounding his cock. Hannibal groans, a pleasured pain coursing through him.
When Will bottoms out, Hannibal shakes. It hurts, the saliva and Will's pre-come not nearly enough to adequately lubricate him. Will starts to move slowly, pulling out, then slowly pushing back in. He does that a few more times then speeds up, hearing Hannibal's pained noises become ones of pleasure.
"You like this don't you?" Will asks between thrusts.
"Because it's with you, Will." Hannibal replies, voice muffled from the way he's pressed into the bed.
Will thrusts hard and fast, changing his angle ever so slightly to hit Hannibal's prostate. The way Hannibal's hole clenches around his cock has him dangerously close to orgasm, but he continues his assault on the man's prostate.
Hannibal moans loudly at the new sensation, feeling a foreign pleasure building within him. He cock leaks steadily, dripping onto the bed below. He feels himself on the edge of orgasm, unable to reach it from Will's cock alone.
"Think you can come on my cock alone?" Will asks between thrusts.
"N-no," Hannibal replies shakily.
Being on the edge of orgasm for what feels like hours leaves Hannibal feeling hazy. It's all he can think about as Will fucks him. He feels himself sobbing at the sensation, his mind too hazy to care that he's crying. He's pretty sure he's begging, but he doesn't know if the sounds coming from his mouth are making any sense.
"That's too bad." Will says, his thrusts becoming more erratic.
A few seconds later, Will stills, coming deep inside Hannibal. He groans, gripping the man's hips so tightly they'll bruise, but he doesn't care. Hannibal whines, his cock still as hard as ever and leaking profusely when Will pulls out.
Will admires the man as he backs up. His ass still in the air, his cock hard, aching and neglected. Will's seed leaking from his puffy, abused hole. He gets a look at Hannibal's face, flushed red with wet cheeks from his tears. Hannibal stays like that, shaking, so lost in the haze of his mind that he doesn't realize just how debauched he looks. Will certainly sees it, and it isn't something he'll forget.
Approaching Hannibal once more, he maneuvers the man onto his back, and takes his cock in his hand. Will strokes him slowly, swiping his thumb at the head and smearing the pre-cum around. Hannibal's hips thrust into his grip, begging for more. Will, unable to resist, gives it to him.
He sinks his head onto Hannibal's cock, taking him all the way into his mouth. He feels the head of his cock hit the back of his throat, but he keeps going. He doesn't gag as he swallows Hannibal down. Hollowing out his cheeks, he makes quick work of Hannibal's erection. It only takes a few moments for the man to come down his throat.
Will comes off his cock with a pop and swallows. He licks his lips, looking down at Hannibal.
"Are you going to help me catch the dragon?" Will asks.
"Yes." Hannibal replies. He's so in love with Will he aches. He knows in that moment he'd do anything the other man asked just for a taste of his love.