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Hannibal lay down on the cold, sterile surface of the surgical table. Will stood over his naked body, patient but eager.
"Are you sure you want to deny yourself the small mercy of anesthesia, Doctor Lecter?" Will asked.
"I would not deny myself the pleasure of feeling all that you will give me tonight, dear Will," responded Hannibal.
Will smiled beneath his surgical mask and began to prepare Hannibal for surgery. The younger man placed a sterile cover over Hannibal's torso and cut a whole in it to expose the portion of flesh that would be penetrated by his blade. It was in the same location as the scar Hannibal had given him all those years ago.
The younger man uncapped a small bottle of surgical sterilizer. He poured the fluid over the exposed skin and waited for it to dry, tinting Hannibal's skin an orangish-yellow and cleaning it thoroughly.
Will put on clean surgical gloves, snapping them against his wrists. Hannibal's dick jumped at the sounds.
Will lifted a large scalpel from the metal tray and positioned the tip of the blade over the spot where he would pierce Hannibal.
"Are you ready?" Will asked, looking at the older man's face.
"Yes, my dear," Hannibal answered, giddy with excitement and arousal.
Hannibal saw Will's eyes go dark just as he felt an intense, sharp pain. The blade slid right into him, slicing him deep. He had cut between vital organs so the wound would be easy to treat, but it was painful nevertheless. Hannibal cried out, balling up his fists by his side, but remained obedient and still.
Will withdrew the blade and stuffed the wound with sterile rags. Hannibal's face contorted with pain as Will stuffed him full to slow the bleeding. The rags felt abrasive, packed against his insides.
It only took a minute for the bleeding to stop with the pressure applied to the full surface area of the wound.
Once the bleeding stopped, Will carefully removed the bloody rags. He snaked his gloved fingers into the warm stab wound he'd made into Hannibal and held it open. Hannibal gasped and moaned when he felt (and saw) Will's fingers against his insides.
Will chuckled. "What a slut," he degraded. "Moaning like a whore from just my fingers in this new hole I created in you. It's almost like I'm your God, the way you're at my mercy."
He spit into the wound he'd made in Hannibal, and he saw the older man's cock go from partially erect to fully.
Will disrobed from the waist down. He stroked Hannibal's warm, wet insides with one gloved hand and took his penis in the other.
Will rubbed his hard cock across Hannibal's wound. Hannibal's moans evolved into cries of pain as Will pushed his cock into the hole he'd sliced in the older man.
There were tears on Hannibal's face by the time Will had worked his dick halfway into the wound. He was sobbing and bleeding when Will bottomed out.
Will smoothed his hand over Hannibal's hairy chest, calming the older man. Hannibal's pants and whimpers soon entangled with yowls as Will began to fuck the hole he'd made in Hannibal. He set a merciful pace at first, but Hannibal was still in great pain as Will's cock fucked into his wound and up, under his ribs. Will savored the cries he drew out of Hannibal as his dick was sandwiched between his internal organs. The wound was hot, tight, and slick with blood around Will's cock.
Will increased his speed and snapped his hips hard up against the stab wound. Hannibal cried out, louder than before. He sobbed and shook, but his dick was hard and leaking.
The younger man rubbed Hannibal's chest and abdomen in an attempt to soothe him, but didn't let up in his thrusts. Hannibal focused on the points of contact between his skin and Will's hands when the pain and psychological pleasure made his brain feel like a string unraveling.
Will could feel his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. He dipped his hand into Hannibal’s wound, making the older man jump and whimper. Will wrapped his blood-slicked hand around Hannibal’s aching cock and began to pump it with the same pace he was fucking his new hole.
Hannibal’s moans and keens echoed through the room, along with the sound of Will’s pants and groans and skin slapping against skin.
Will came with his cock seated deep inside Hannibal’s wound. His hot semen leaked out of the hole as it filled up and overflowed with his cum. Hannibal felt the pressure increase deep inside his wound between his internal organs and came hard, thick ropes of cum shooting onto his own chest. The two men shouted with the intensity of their orgasms.
Will gingerly pulled his softening cock out of Hannibal’s wound. Will’s cum, mixed with Hannibal’s blood, leaked from the gash in Hannibal’s side. Hannibal winced with the sting. The laceration felt stretched out and raw. Both men were covered with blood and cum.
“How are you feeling, my love?” Will asked as he sat down on the table next to Hannibal. He rubbed loving circles in the older man’s skin, helping him relax for the upcoming medical aftercare that he would require.
Hannibal, deep in subspace, held onto Will’s arm for support and mustered control of his voice to murmur the response, “So good… hurts though.” Will could tell from his diction that Hannibal was absolutely wrecked.
“Okay, Baby. I’ve got to clean you and stitch you up, then we can cuddle in bed. Does that sound good?” Will asked tenderly, moving Hannibal’s hair off of his sweat-covered forehead.
Hannibal nodded.
“Good, Baby. You’re doing so well for Daddy,” Will told him, bringing a weak smile to Hannibal’s face.
The younger man brought over a showerhead attached to a hose extending from the wall and began to rinse the bodily fluids off of Hannibal’s skin with a gentle stream of warm water. Will rubbed Hannibal’s chest to get all of the fluids out of his hair and because he knew how much Hannibal felt loved and comforted by his touch. Hannibal showed it with a content sigh despite the pain he was in.
When Will had finished rinsing Hannibal’s body and face, he took a sterile, thin metal rod, inserting it into Hannibal’s wound. Saline flowed through the device like an enema for the hole he’d made in Hannibal’s side. He held the older man’s hand as he rinsed the semen and blood out of Hannibal’s stab wound. Hannibal grunted at the pressure building against his raw, sore viscera and Will removed the tool, only to insert it back into the man’s side.
It took three rinses to clean out Hannibal’s wound and Will fed him sweet, reassuring words the whole way. Blood began to gather in the hole he’d created once again and Will quickly changed his gloves before picking up the curved stitching needle and supplies from the surgical tray.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Hanni. Are you ready for stitches?” Will checked in.
Hannibal nodded and Will pinched his flesh together on either side of the laceration with one hand. The older man obediently took a deep inhale to prepare himself for what he knew was coming.
Will didn’t hesitate in pushing the needle through his skin and pulling the stitch tight, drawing a pained groan from Hannibal. He snaked an arm around Will’s waist and held onto him as Will stitched him up, little whimpers and whines escaping the older man’s mouth.
Will showered him with loving words and reassurances, telling him how good he’s doing, how beautiful he is, how deeply Will loves him, and reassuring him that they’re almost done once he only had a few more stitches to go. He could tell by the way Hannibal was curving his head towards Will’s body that he was eager for cuddles, so he stitched him up rather quickly while still taking care to do a quality job.
When the sixth and final stitch had been tied off, Will reminded Hannibal to breathe. The older man remained obedient and found himself feeling better.
Once his breathing had stabilized, Will picked Hannibal up off of the table and set him down on his feet gingerly. Hannibal leaned heavily on Will, who supported the larger man’s weight with ease. Will wrapped an arm around Hannibal’s torso and helped him walk to the bedroom. It wasn’t far by any means, but Hannibal’s side grew more tender and angry with each step.
Will let Hannibal sink down onto their shared bed and wrapped himself around the older man, hooking a leg around one of Hannibal’s and pulling him close. He kissed Hannibal’s top vertebra and stroked his hands across the injured man’s skin, rubbing the places that held tension. Hannibal turned around and Will leaned forward so that they could share a passionate but tender kiss.
“Did you enjoy yourself tonight? How are you feeling?” Will inquired of Hannibal.
“I enjoyed that immensely, Daddy,” Hannibal said, slowly beginning to come out of subspace. “I’m achy… but I feel good.” He could feel a pulsating heat in his side, but it brought him pleasure to think that he was so sore because of Will.
The younger man pet Hannibal’s hair, causing him to lean into Will’s hand. The men exchanged soft, loving words and touches until they fell asleep together that night, fully comforted and satiated by each other. Their love, they knew, was as visceral as the organs Will had just thrust his cock between.