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Hannibal takes his time sliding into Will’s tight heat. He savours every second, allowing himself to feel the way he fits into him. Different from Bedelia, he notes. Different in almost every way, even outside of their physical assets. Bedelia possesses a unique felinity, arching and mewling with careful touches. Will is more doglike. He jerks and grunts, eager to take as much as he can get.
Hannibal is drawn from his pondering as he feels Will clench around him — he groans, reaching to take a fistful of dark curls.
“Nnh—“ Will groans, greedily pushing back against him.
“Ah—“ Hannibal chastises, tightening the grip on his curls. “Patience.”
Will gives a whine of protest, his arms shaking as he steadies himself on the bed. He raises his head when he hears the door click open.
Hannibal, too, turns his attention, but makes no effort to stop what he’s doing.
“I see you managed to keep yourselves busy.”
Bedelia, fresh and flushed from her bath, stalks into the room. She sets her mostly-empty glass of wine on the nightstand, and undoes her robe. Naturally, she gravitates towards Hannibal, and her lips meet his in a slow kiss.
“I apologise for starting without you,” Hannibal says against her lips, still pressed quite firmly inside of Will.
“No need,” Bedelia replies simply. “Some things cannot wait.”
Her cool fingers run up over Hannibal’s arms, and her lips find his shoulder. He’s kneeling quite conveniently at the end of the bed, and it provides her with an excellent viewpoint. She stands behind him, pressing slow, intentional kisses to the freckled skin of his shoulders. She sees what he sees like this — Will, panting and twitching. Desperate.
Hannibal hums appreciatively, but Bedelia soon shifts to rest her chin atop his shoulder.
“Don’t torture the man,” she murmurs, her breath hot against his neck. “You can be a particularly ruthless tease.”
He huffs a laugh, before conceding. It doesn’t take much of an argument to convince him. He draws back his hips agonisingly slowly, before thrusting back into him.
“Hannibal—“
Bedelia smirks slightly at that — she knows too well how that feels. She feels arousal swirling in her stomach as she watches Hannibal’s cock disappear back inside of him.
Hannibal continues painfully slowly, drawing whines out of Will with each thrust. His cock is hard and leaking onto the sheets, but Hannibal won’t even consider touching him for a while yet.
Bedelia continues her assault on his neck, biting down and giving soft kitten-like licks to each bruise. Her nimble fingers reach around to explore the expanse of his chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples between her forefinger and thumb. She’s incredibly aware of her own arousal, the way it burns and trickles down her inner thighs.
“Please,” Will begs, breathless and flushed.
“What is it you want, Will? Use your words,” Hannibal says in response, his thrusts still deep, steady and even.
“I don’t—“ he groans, fists tightening. “I need you to move. Faster.”
“You do not need me to, Will,” he says, clicking his tongue. “You would like me to.”
“Hannibal.”
“Mm,” he hums simply. “What say you, Bedelia?”
She raises an eyebrow in response, before she picks up her wine and takes a sip. She circles to the side of the bed, kneeling and pushing the hair out of Will’s face. He looks positively wrecked, and she’d venture to say that Hannibal has had him worked up for an hour at least. He looks at her, lips parted and eyebrows knitted. Her thumb runs briefly over his bitten lower lip, before she pulls back.
“I’d like him to earn it,” she says decisively.
She looks briefly at Hannibal, and he looks most pleased by her answer. Bedelia shifts to settle on the bed before Will, giving both men a perfect view of her glistening cunt. She’s swollen and pink with desire, and she looks down at Will expectantly.
His eyes lock with hers for a moment, before he moves to lick a tentative stripe up her cunt. She sucks in a breath through her teeth, her hand fisting in his dark curls. While his mouth is not as precise as Hannibal’s, he makes up for it in enthusiasm. His tongue laps at her most sensitive areas, and she can’t help but give a breathy moan. Hannibal drives into Will a little harder this time, and the younger man groans against Bedelia.
She grinds her hips slowly against the heat of his mouth, his stubble grazing her clit. She may have an unpleasant history with Will Graham, but she cannot deny that he’s exceptionally good with his mouth. Both men are more tolerable when their mouths are otherwise occupied.
It doesn’t take long for Will to figure out the system; the more he pleasures Bedelia, the more pleasure he will receive. When his lips wrap around her clit, and a throaty moan is elicited, Hannibal begins to fuck into him faster. The vibration of Will’s moans against her cunt make her entire body tighten, her fist tightened in his hair as she grinds down against him.
She watches as his eyes roll, and then she looks up to meet Hannibal’s eye. He looks like a man starved. His lips are parted, his tongue occasionally darting out to wet his lips as he drives into Will. Her eyes remain trained on him as she fucks against Will’s mouth. There’s a fierce, scalding energy in their shared eye contact.
“Your fingers,” Bedelia rasps, tugging his head away from her briefly. “Two.”
Will can only nod, his chin glistening with her arousal as he scrambles to press two thick digits against her entrance. It evidently takes a great deal of strength for him not to collapse, given that Hannibal has doubled down on his ministrations.
Two fingers slide clumsily into her, and she arches up off the bed. Coupled with the deft heat of his mouth, she knows it won’t take long for her to come. He curls his fingers, and Bedelia lets out a hoarse cry.
Hannibal grips Will’s hips, suddenly slamming into him. A cry similar to her own is pulled from Will, and his free hand grasps at her milky thigh.
“Fuck!” Will whines, the sound obscured by his mouth against her cunt.
“Clever boy,” Hannibal huffs. “Taking care of her like this. You don’t come until she does.”
At this stage, the only thing Will can do is nod clumsily and spur on Bedelia’s imminent orgasm. Bedelia’s thighs clamp around his head, grinding down against his mouth with vigour.
“Mmh—fuck, fuck—“ she gasps, before her body locks up.
She comes hard, the orgasm wracking her body. A gush of fluid soaks Will’s chin and neck, and the way he moans is animalistic. The wind is knocked from her, and all she can do is rock against his mouth until her body begins to loosen.
She releases his hair, and glances to Hannibal, looking positively dazed. Naturally, he watched the entire thing, and there is a dangerous glint in his eye. As Bedelia lies back against the pillows, sweating and flushed, Hannibal doubles down and begins to slam into Will, one foot up for leverage. Her cunt twitches and spasms as she watches them, and she knows neither of the two will last much longer.
Bedelia and Hannibal exchange a knowing look, and in one movement, Hannibal pulls Will up against him by the shoulder, his broad chest pressed to the man’s back. Bedelia moves like clockwork. She shifts to kneel before them, and takes Will’s aching cock in hand.
The brunette gasps sharply, an uncharacteristically high moan echoing as the two of them push him right to the edge of his climax. Bedelia strokes his length, firm and determined.
Will’s eyes are glazed as he looks at her, and her expression is something of approval. Her eyes then shift to Hannibal, and she gives him a subtle nod.
“Let go, Will,” he rasps, and that’s all he needs. His orgasm winds him, spurting ropes of come over Bedelia’s hand and thighs. Hannibal follows soon after, grunting and panting as he empties himself inside of Will.
Bedelia exhales shakily, leaning back against the pillows before Will collapses forward. Hannibal takes a moment to come back to himself, before he instinctively leans in to kiss both of them. Both kisses different in every way, all three of them breathless and dazed.
With the aftermath being cleaned up, Bedelia reaches for the glass of wine on the nightstand and empties it before turning to the two men.
“I really insist the two of you wait for me next time,” she breathes, the ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips.
“Some things can’t wait,” Will echoes.
“But for you, we will,” Hannibal adds, before drawing the sheets up over the three of them.