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“And if I asked you now?”
“I’d devour you.”
Will hesitated. His tongue once again darting to moisten his increasingly dry lips, eyes locked on Hannibal’s. It only took him seconds to make his decision.
“Devour me.”
Within a moment Hannibal had stood from his seat and closed the distance between them. He practically manhandled Will out of the chair and into the psychiatrist’s couch across from them.
Will felt like an animal being cornered, his blood pumping loudly in his veins as he was shoved into the cushion, Hannibal’s body on top of his, one hand gripping his waist the other snaking its way around his neck. He let out a gasp as Hannibal took his mouth by force, quickly establishing dominance with his tongue. Will let out a groan as he felt Hannibal’s tongue slide beneath his own, before moving to nibble his bottom lip.
He pulled away, leaving Will gasping beneath him. “Have you done this with a man before?”
Agitated with the question, and slightly embarrassed, he looked up at him. He thought about lying, but he knew he couldn’t get away with it.
“I haven’t.”
Those words made Hannibal grin, and he leaned back in, this time harsher, purposefully leaving Will’s lips red and swollen.
He swiftly began to unbutton Will’s shirt, kissing down his stubble and neck, leaving him gasping.
“I’m glad.”
Wasting no time once his shirt was off, Hannibal ripped Will’s belt off before he began unbuttoning his jeans. At this point Will could no longer hide what was under them, and craned his head towards the cushion in embarrassment. Hannibal quickly gripped his chin, forcing his head upwards towards him.
“It’s too late to get shy” He muttered, leaving a kiss on his adams apple.
Will felt his face burning, and his eyes quickly darted away. The scrutiny of his gaze felt different when he was half naked underneath him.
“Will” his deep voice grumbled, louder this time. “Look at me.”
His other hand had slipped beneath Will’s jeans, yanking them down to his ankles while spreading his thighs with his own.
Will had soaked his underwear through, a wet spot formed on the tip of his grey briefs.
Feeling ashamed, he began to squirm underneath Hannibal, not wanting to admit to himself that the idea of Hannibal being fully clothed in his ridiculous but well-put-together suit while he was exposed turned him on more than he imagined.
Hannibal gripped his thigh with one hand, and the other snaked up to tug at his hair, pulling his head backwards and exposing his neck.
Will didn’t see it coming when he bit into his neck, and a loud, opened mouth groan came from him as he squirmed more underneath the weight of Hannibal’s body. He was devouring him.
Hannibal released his grip, quickly moving to kiss and suck on the new forming mark in the center of his neck. His muscular thigh working its way between Will’s, rubbing against his erection.
“Fuck,” Will panted. “What the fuck was th-“ his sentence was cut off by his own moan, feeling Hannibal’s rough palm slip beneath the band of his briefs and grab his throbbing erection.
“Good boy, Will.” Hannibal purred, his thumb circling his leaking tip. “Let me hear you.”
Will, now fully embarrassed and incredibly turned on, let out another moan as Hannibal’s hand moved back to stroking him, his pace increasing.
His hand stroked the underside of his dick, gripping tightly as Will clung to him.
“Please,” he whimpered. “I’m gonna - Stop please, I’m gonna come.” His body tried to curl inwards, and Hannibal spread his legs more, leaving kisses down his chest.
“It’s okay,” his grip got tighter on his length
“come for me.”
And Will did. He came in Hannibal’s palm, the excess of the thick white fluid staining his boxers.
Will laid there panting as Hannibal moved his hand back up to grip his chin, bringing him in for another kiss. “Good boy.”
It was difficult for Will to admit just how much his stomach churched (and how much his dick twitched) whenever Hannibal called him that.
The pause was brief though, as Hannibal was then quickly swiping up the excess semen from his stomach with his fingers. He tossed the stained underwear into the floor, and his middle finger circled Will’s hole before entering, making him softly cry out.
“Wait, please” He panted, gazing up at Hannibal, breathing heavily with sweat beading up on his forehead.
He ignored his pleas, quickly pressing another finger inside, stretching his hole. Will gripped his shoulder as Hannibal added yet another finger, sliding them past the knuckle and curling them inwards.
Will moaned, his stomach tightening in a way he wasn’t accustomed to. But almost as quickly as it started Hannibal was retracting his fingers.
Hannibal then slid Will’s body down, sitting up on his knees and unbuckling his belt. Will began to panic, grabbing Hannibal’s thighs.
“Wait, hold on what are you doing?” He stuttered out, pushing on Hannibal’s legs, his crotch now centimeters from his face.
“Well it can’t go in dry” Hannibal responded in his monotone yet sassy voice.
“I can’t, wait, do you not have lube?” Will began to stutter.
Hannibal unzipped his pants, pulling out his member, which Will made incredibly obvious that it was of an impressive (scary) length and girth. He was completely erect, with a bead of precum collected at the top, threatening to drip down.
“Will,” he paused, like it hurt to say the next part. “I’m giving you a chance to back out now.”
Will just stared, hot and flustered.
“Once I’m inside you, I won’t stop, not even if you scream or beg me.” His voice was deep and stern, and it sent shivers down Will’s spine. His scalp tingled where his fingers clung to his hair.
But he had made up his mind already. Cautiously he opened his mouth, tongue partially hanging out. Hannibal wasted no time in shoving himself inside, bottoming out almost immediately.
Will gripped the back of his thighs, desperately trying to breathe through his nose. He could smell him, and taste the salt on his tongue. It was just one more thing Will couldn't admit turned him on.
“Get it wet for me Baby, you don’t want it dry” he hummed, a look of content passing over his face. It didn’t quite hide the sadistic look that he had in his eyes.
Will felt himself grow hard at the term of endearment, and soon after Hannibal was plucking himself out of the warmness of his mouth.
He pulled him upwards again, mouth gravitating toward his neck as he left yet another mark.
Will felt himself spreading his legs, one hand tangled in Hannibal’s hair the other gripping his bicep. Hannibal aligned himself with his hole, but then paused.
Will whined, too turned on to be ashamed.
“Ask for it.” Hannibal growled. As desperate as he was for his own release, the idea of Will begging him gave him the strength to hold out.
“What, no I can’t,” his whine cutting himself off as Hannibal rubbed against Will’s throbbing erection. “Please, I can’t, I need-“ Will cried out.
“What do you need Will?” His sultry voice all but moaned in his ear. “What does my good boy need?”
Will gave in, gasping as he felt Hannibal pressed against his entrance. “I need you, please, I need you inside.”
Hannibal muttered a final “Good boy” in his ear before entering. A guttural moan came from Will as Hannibal pushed himself inside. Will let out a string of incoherent moans, and Hannibal could only make out the words “please” and “Hannibal.” He let out a sigh as he bottomed out, leaning over to kiss Will once again.
“So good, taking my cock like that.” Will let out a deep moan as he began to slowly move in and out of him. “So good.”
“Ha-“ he hiccuped in pleasure as his head fell backwards. “Han-nnibal” Will’s body shuttered, “I’m about to-“ He let out another moan as Hannibal hit his prostate in a particularly long and drawn out thrust. “Please” He cried.
He went to grab his own length, but Hannibal grabbed his wrist as he moved to stroke himself. Will whined out another please.
Hannibal leaned in, chuckling through a moan of his own. “Come for me. Just me. I want to see you.”
Will felt himself burning up, the sweat dripping down his body as Hannibal pinned him down, mercilessly pounding into him. His legs moved up to wrap around Hannibal’s torso, his hands now scratching down Hannibal’s back. In a final cry of Hannibal’s name he came inbetween them, his semen leaving ropes of white on both of their stomachs.
Hannibal, also close to his own orgasm, continued to press himself deeper.
Will cried out in protest “No m-more-“ he stuttered, eyes rolling back in his head. “Please I- can’t, n-.” His moans drowning out his sentences.
“Such a good boy, I’m almost- I’m almost there, so good.” Hannibal murmured praises in his ear, his own organism arriving. “I’m gonna fill you up, my good boy.”
His thrusts became jerky as his breathing sped up, and he felt Will tightening around him. He rode through his orgasm, pounding into Will with deep, short moans of pleasure.
Will’s body tensed as he experienced his third orgasm, Hannibal’s warmth filling him up from the inside. His mouth hung open in pleasure as Hannibal finished, every last drop being milked inside of him.
Hannibal pulled himself from Will’s red and abused hole, silently gloating at how his semen looked dripping from inside his Will.
“Fuck.” That’s all Will said as he laid there underneath him.
Hannibal leaned in, pressing a kiss to where his jaw met his neck, and pulling him closer.
Will’s face turned redder than it had been all night with Hannibal’s next comment,
“next time I’ll bend you over my desk.”