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Hannibal was big, this Will had already known. Before the older man had first taken him, Will had observed his substantial size as he exited the bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, broad chest and strong, defined muscles on display, droplets of water cascading through his chest hair. Hannibal loved to wax poetic about Will's beauty, how he resembled a sculpture carved by Michelangelo, but the man was a work of art himself. Everything about him was big, and sturdy, the tailor-made suits hiding a body that had been honed through years of experience to hunt, fight and protect.
Will could wax poetic about Hannibal too, but he never did it, too self-conscious about what to say and not make a fool of himself in front of someone so cultured and elegant as Hannibal. Back then, right after they settled in Florence, after that fateful night where they beat the Dragon together and experienced the highest ecstasy two conjoined souls could feel, after their wounds healed and they could start to try to make sense of what they meant to each other, Will knew he was ready to accept all of his feelings for Hannibal, in all of its complexities and completeness; and that included his attraction to the man.
It took Will a while to realize that his obsession and love for Hannibal was more than platonic. He was so preoccupied with running away from the dark urges Hannibal awakened and encouraged in him that he failed to notice how utterly enthralled and consumed by Hannibal he was, including physically. It was obvious from the start, really. They were connected emotionally, psychologically, intellectually and spiritually, so it was only a matter of time before it became very clear to him how much he would like to feel those strong arms around him at night, cocooned in Hannibal's warm and capable embrace.
His tormentor
His damnation
His protector
His saviour
Even if Will had wanted to deny his feelings for him, he knew he simply couldn't. He watched as Hannibal exercised shirtless, his time in prison doing wonders for the planes of his body. Will wanted to feel Hannibal inside in the only way Hannibal hadn't yet claimed him.
One night, after Hannibal had arrived from a hunt, arms, neck and chin bloodied, a heavy body slung over one shoulder, Will asked him if he could watch him work.
Down in the basement, with the cold corpse of a wife beater positioned on an operation table, Hannibal's arms deep in the man's guts, the last bit of restraint and uncertainty that held Will back crumbled down. The thoroughness and preciseness of his movements, how absorbed he seemed in the development of his monstrous art, how capable those large and roughened hands were, made Hannibal all the more beautiful to Will.
So, that night, Will went to Hannibal's bedroom, laid on his bed and told him he wanted him.
"Are you sure?" Hannibal had asked him, deep, husky voice, awed and tentative.
"That's the only thing I'm sure about, Hannibal," Will had whispered as he unbuttoned his shirt and brought Hannibal's hand to rest on his waist, urging the man to grab him. Hannibal looked at him as if Will was a mirage and he was afraid that if he moved too briskly, Will would disappear. It made Will wonder how many times Hannibal had imagined him in his bed.
Hannibal took him for the first time that night, against soft, satin sheets and the sound of thunderous rain smothering them. Hannibal had whispered honeyed words as he entered him, so gentle and mindful of any discomfort and pain Will might've felt. He was so good. So big and strong and he made Will feel so held. Will's nails raked through Hannibal's back as his body covered Will's, his thrusts stroking Will from the inside deeply, stretching and filling him till Will could barely breathe, feeling so full and overwhelmed by Hannibal's length, his big hands around Will's narrow waist, soft lips sucking kisses on his neck, staking his claim.
"So b-big, so f-full" Will choked out as Hannibal's cock filled him over and over, breaching his body as the man did his mind, Will letting him in again and again because Hannibal made it feel so good: he always made it feel so good.
Hannibal had fucked him slowly and tenderly, pulling out till only the tip of his perfect cock was inside of Will and thrusting in to the hilt, every sensation heightned, every cry louder than the last one. Will was sure if someone had passed through their house, they would think Will was a bitch in heat, by how he whimpered and mellowed and cried out Hannibal's name. They had been drenched in sweat by the time they came together, and it had felt like heaven probably was. It had been perfect but Will knew Hannibal had held himself back, not really giving it to Will as he really wanted to, probably to not scare him away and hurt him, given the man's sizable length. Will had understood and he had told Hannibal, "I want this everyday. I want you inside me everyday," Hannibal had beamed down at him and kissed him breathless.
The second time they had sex was just as good and perfect as the first one. Will straddled Hannibal's hips and speared himself on his thick cock, Hannibal's hands clutching at his waist and hips, guiding his movements expertly but allowing Will to set the pace, showing Will how fuck himself open on his dick without hurting himself too much, showering him with praises of "Formidable boy, taking me so well, such a good boy" , Hannibal's throbbing cock, hot and perfect inside of him, overpowering his senses and making Will clench around him.
It felt amazing, and so did the third and fourth and fifth time they fucked…
But there was something strange.
There was something very strange about Hannibal.
Because Will knew Hannibal as well as he knew himself, so he could tell Hannibal was holding back. Will could tell by the delicious but careful grinding of his dick inside, the gritting of his teeth, the thorough scissoring of his fingers and snarling lips when he couldn't help himself and thought Will wasn't looking. Will didn't like that. He wanted all of Hannibal, the good, the bad and the ugly. Why after all they've been through, the man would think Will wouldn't notice he was hiding something from him, was beyond him.
Will had seen Hannibal at his most brutal and savage; has himself fallen victim to his brutality and savagery, and Will loved him because of it. What could Hannibal desire and be like in sex that would frighten Will so badly? The slow lovemaking, the careful touch-screen, the tender kisses; Will loved it all. But Will knew that wasn't the only facet of Hannibal there was and he needed it to see that other one too, he needed to experience it.
So, one day, Will decided to take matters into his own hands.
Quite literally.
Hannibal was reading on the couch, gold-rimmed glasses perched elegantly on his nose when Will sat by his side and slowly began to trail kisses on Hannibal's neck. The man looked utterly delicious in a red sweater, so broad and strong and cozy, and it made Will so weak at the knees. Will grabbed the book Hannibal was reading and threw it to the side on the couch, smiling slyly at the flash of annoyance and danger in Hannibal's eyes at such careless handling of his material.
Good.
Will loved Hannibal the gentleman as he would every part of him, but he had already seen Hannibal the gentleman, he had already keened, and moaned and whimpered his name during their lovemaking. Will now needed to see the one Hannibal seemed hesitant in showing to him. He needed to see the beast.
And be fucked by him.
"Do you need something, dear boy?" Hannibal asked with a playful smirk. Will looked at Hannibal under his lashes and bit his bottom lip demurely as he straddled Hannibal's lap.
"Yes. You," Will whispered in Hannibal's ear, throwing his arms around Hannibal's neck.
"And what can I do to assist you, my rose?" Will was momentarily taken aback by the endearment, incapable of stopping the heat on his cheeks that signaled he was blushing. Great. I come here to fuck and end up blushing like a maiden, instead.
Hannibal had many names at hand to address Will; words like 'darling', 'love', 'my boy' (Will's favorite), 'mylimasis' (Hannibal's favorite) and 'rose'. Hannibal used it sporadically but everytime he did, it would disconcert Will, maybe because he didn’t quite know how to feel about it. A rose was beautiful but delicate and fragile, and Will wasn't fond of being considered any of that (Well, perhaps he didn't object to 'beautiful'). But at the same time, maybe because of the look on Hannibal's face as he said it and the warmth in his voice, it made Will feel inexplicably happy and shy.
Now was time for something else, though, so Will saved those thoughts for later. "I want to fuck," Will said as he licked Hannbal's face, and moaned as Hannibal's big hands squeezed his ass, kneading the flesh covered by sweatpants.
"What a wicked little tonge you have. You came here to tempt me like a siren, then?" Hannibal kissed and licked that spot behind his ear that drove Will crazy.
"Yes," Will said in-between moans, "Why don't you put my wicked tongue to use, huh? Fill my mouth with your cock so I don't offend your mannerly ears with my crassness," Will started to roll his hips, pushing back against Hannibal's thickness wanting nothing more than to have it part his cheeks and stuff him full.
Hannibal groaned and lightly slapped Will's asscheek, "You're a danger".
"I'm going to get on my knees right now, unzip your pants with my teeth and pull out that big dick of yours so that you can fuck my face, do you hear me? I want to choke and gag on your cock and you will control the pace by pulling my hair and forcing me to take every inch, is that alright for you?" Will let out a pornographic moan when Hannibal squeezed his hips roughly to the point of pain but quickly returned to his lighter grip.
"What are you trying to do, Will?" Hannibal inquired, pulling Will's face back to look into his eyes.
"I know you, Hannibal. I know you. I can see that you're holding back. I see it in the strain of your body when you're fucking me, like you're fighting yourself, and I see it in the savage looks you give me when you think I'm not looking," Will cradled Hannibal's face in his palms, caressing one perfect, chiseled cheekbone. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it."
"Have I not been satisfying you?" Hannibal asked and there was a small note of hurt in his voice.
Will rolled his eyes, "Don't be stupid. The way I beg for more and cling to you every time so you don't leave my body doesn't say anything to you?"
Hannibal was about to respond when Will shushed him with a finger to his lips, "But that's not all of you. You crave more, you want to fuck me hard and messy and filthy,' Will closed his eyes and moaned at the jerk of Hannibal's cock against his ass, "You want to claim me, dominate me but you're afraid I can't take it. Or that I'm not ready, and that's so fucking patronizing, Hannibal." Will hit Hannibal's chest lightly. "Why do you hesitate?"
Hannibal swallowed and ran his hands up Will's sides and underneath his shirt to circle his waist. "I don't want to hurt you," Hannibal said and stroked Will's cheekbone with one hand.
Will snorted. "Really? You gaslit me, framed me for your murders, stabbed me and tried to eat my brains, but you draw the line at rough sex?" Hannibal's soft expression turned sour and Will felt a bit guilty at bringing all of that up right now.
"It is very different, and you know it, Will. I would never hurt you this way." Hannibal's expression softened once again.
"You won't hurt me, you fool. And even if you do, I want you to. Doesn't the fact that I'm asking you for this count for anything? I love every part of you, Hannibal. Every part." Will said it with so much intensity and love, and he felt Hannibal's arms tightening harder around him.
"I've been told by...previous lovers that I'm too big...and when I get too rough, I-" Will pinched Hannibal's arm to make him stop talking.
"I don't care about your previous lovers," Will had an unbidden image of Hannibal in bed with Alana and Bedelia and felt like snarling. "You're with me now, and I know you're hung, Hannibal, I'm the one who's been taking it every inch every time we fuck" Will pouted and pressed down harder at Hannibal's erection. "Please, baby, give it to me, I wanna feel you for days, I want every step that I take to remind me that you fucked me so deep and good, I want your killer hands around my neck, pulling my hair, fisting me, holding me open and supporting my weight because I know you can do it, you're strong enough for it. C'mon baby, treat me like a bitch. Like your bitch."
The wanton look in Will's eyes and words must've been enough confirmation for Hannibal, for he grabbed Will underneath the thighs and lifted them both off the couch. Will wrapped his legs around Hannibal's waist and clung to him as he was carried upstairs to their bedroom, Hannibal kissing him deeply and thoroughly all the while.
Once they arrived in their bedroom, Hannibal threw him on the bed, a snarl on his lips and a glint of something in his dark eyes.
Hello, beast.
Hannibal took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, and just that act alone had no right being this hot. Hannibal prowled towards Will on the bed, kneeling over his chest, grabbing him by the hair, and shoving his burgeoning erection in Will's face. Will licked the fabric stretched taut over the delicious cock presented for him, unable to take his eyes off Hannibal as he swirled his tongue obscenely, rubbing his face over the bulge and moaning like he's already been fucked.
Hannibal gripped the back of Will's head with one hand and wrapped the other one around his neck, a powerful, oppressing weight encircling Will's throat,"Open". Will obeyed and two of the fingers around his neck entered his mouth, their long, thick width making Will wrap his lips around them and suck, coating them thoroughly in his saliva, for he knew where it was bound to go.
"Your beauty is unparalleled, Will. Your soft, ivory skin, your slim, delicate neck and wrists that I can engulf with my hand," Will gasped as Hannibal threaded his fingers through Will's hair and pulled, "Your silken locks and how you blush, quiver and spread yourself for me." Hannibal pulled out his fingers and started to unbutton his slacks, "Do you want my cock?"
"I do, please, please, Han." Will was certain he already looked debauched, with his flushed skin and open mouth, begging for Hannibal's cock like it's the only source of nourishment he has.
"Take it all." Hannibal's big hand was in his hair and his big cock in Will's mouth, stretching his jaw wide open and maneuvering his head back and forth over his dick, claiming Will's mouth, indifferent to Will's choking and gagging sounds. Before, at the first sign of discomfort, Hannibal would immediately stop Will and ask him if he was alright in a soothing tone, thumb stroking his cheek. Will would smile and melt inwardly at his care and proceed from where he stopped, Hannibal's touch light and attentive. Now, the more Will choked, the harder Hannibal fucked his mouth, delighting at the pornographic sounds and Will's watery eyes. "Who does that mouth belong to?" Hannibal asked, both hands in a proprietary grip on his face, body glistening, hair falling over his eyes in a beautifully mussed way, looking like a goddamn painting.
Will couldn't do anything but take what he was being given, but he swallowed around it and bobbed his head faster, sucking harder, letting Hannibal know that it would always be him.
Hannibal pulled out his cock and a trail of spit connected Will's lips to it. Will looked up at him with his big wide eyes, and asked coyly, "How do you want me?"
Hannibal let out a growl and Will shivered and squealed inside at knowing that this was it. His man wasn't hiding from him anymore. "Hands and knees, now." Will bit his lower lip and did as he was told, bowing his back and spreading his legs obscenely. Hannibal had fucked him from behind, but that had been in a spooning position. But here, now, like this, presenting for Hannibal, exposing himself in a way that was reminiscent of the female porn stars he used to watch when he was a young boy. He remembered watching a porno where a pele, brunette woman was in the same position as he was now, getting fucked on her hands and knees by two older men - one filled her mouth while the other mounted her from behind -; one of the man had a really broad chest, large, veiny, hands and streaks of silver hair. Will didn't understand at the time why he spent more time focused on the two men than the woman, wondering what it would be like to be treated that way.
Two Hannibals splitting him open with their huge cocks. Will's thoughts were interrupted when he felt two lubed fingers circling his rim and entering him. Will gasped and shook and pushed back, spreading his legs even more.
"You did a good job coating my cock, so you're gonna get it like this, do you understand?" Hannibal's husky, rough voice was driving Will mad. He nodded emphatically and fucked himself faster on Hannibal's fingers, unable to properly formulate a sentence.
Hannibal grabbed his hips and rubbed the tip of his cock in his entrance, fucking him with just the head, teasing.
"Don't do that, Hannibal, please. Please stop teasing, just fuck me. Fuck me the way you want it," Will whimpered. Hannibal slapped his ass roughly once and growled, shoving himself inside Will in one, smooth thrust.
Will yelled in a mix of pain and pleasure. The first few seconds were always the hardest. Even with Hannibal fucking him every night, it still hurt to take the man's girth. Of course, this time around, the prep had been rushed, but Will had wanted that way. He wanted to feel every inch. Hannibal pinned Will's wrists behind his back with one hand, the other grabbing Will's hip in a bruising grip, jackhammering his hips, pounding Will into the mattress with powerful, rough thrusts. Hannibal was handling Will like a ragdoll and Will loved every second of it.
"You are so easy to overpower. Do you like that? Do you like knowing that I could fuck as hard as I want for as long as I want and you wouldn't be able to stop me?" Hannibal's hand on his hips was slipping due to the sweat coating their bodies, so Hannibal changed his pace, fucking Will deep and slow, making him feel every thick inch of the huge cock entering his needy hole.
"Hannibal, fuck, right there, baby," Will mewled, feeling impossibly wide and intensely claimed. Will knew Hannibal would never force himself on him, but the idea, the power play in the fantasy, the notion that Will would give Hannibal total ownership of his body, to do with it as he pleased, that no matter how much Will struggled he wouldn't be stand a chance against Hannibal' strength and skills, almost made Will come right then.
"I could keep you like this for as long as I pleased. Feeding your hole my cock every night, making you swallow my come, my little fucktoy with legs made to be spread and an ass born to take cock, bet you would like it, too" Hannibal sounded hoarse and aroused and so fucking sexy. Here was a man that was all power and controlled strength, an apex predator all others feared, that Will could trust his body, mind, heart and soul with, for he would take care of it and do everything to keep Will happy.
Hannibal quickened his thrusts, setting a brutal pace, fingers digging into Will's ass, the sound of skin against skin sinful. Will could do nothing but moan Hannibal's name and whimper, cock rubbing against the sheets, clenching around Hannibal's cock and feeling incredibly delighted at the man's growl. Will loved when Hannibal growled.
"I'm so deep in you, can you feel it? Can you see it, Will?" Yeah, asshole, I can feel it alright. Hannibal let go of Will's wrists to grab Will's hair and pull him to his body, Will's sweat-drenched back against Hannibal's sweaty, hairy chest. Hannibal's other hand touched Will's belly, stroking the skin over the bulge his cock is making inside him. Will watches the distended skin fascinated and aroused beyond comprehension and comes untouched, moaning like a slut for all to hear. Hannibal let's go of Will and he falls belly down, ass up, Hannibal having fucked all of his energy. Hannibal picks up his pace, fucking Will savagely, and for a moment Will wondered if Hannibal saw him as just a hole to fuck, and that thought made his cock twitch.
Hannibal spread Will's cheeks wide open, whispered something in Lithuanian and watched his big cock going in and out of Will's tight hole. The visual was so erotic that Hannibal pulled out of Will and came on his lower back, coating him in his spent. Will moaned and arched his back at the feeling of the warm spent hitting his skin.
Afterwards, Hannibal lays down carefully over Will, covering his body with his. Hannibal strokes Will's hair and kissed the back of his neck, licking the drops of sweat on his skin. "Are you alright, my rose? Did I hurt you too much?"
Will smiles and turns, which makes Hannibal lie down on his side and pull Will to his arms, mop of lucious curling tucked beneath Hannibal's chin, head on his chest. Will kisses Hannibal's nipple, "You broke me, but I loved it. I'm just gonna need a few days to recover because...wow." Hannibal smiles, pleased with himself and tightens his arms around Will.
Will lifts his head from Hannibal's chest and looks him in the eyes, baby blue staring into hazel, "Thank you for showing me this part of you. It was everything I desired and more," Will kissed Hannibal softly, a direct contrast to the previous fucking that they were engaged a few minutes ago.
Hannibal tucks a stand of hair behind Will's ear and strokes a finger over Will's bottom lip, eyes shining with love and devotion, "Anytime, my rose."