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Hannibal pressed his pencil against the paper, lightly sketching. He was currently waiting for his next patient to arrive. His eyes kept looking from his clock to his drawing. Will was running a little bit late this evening. This was typical for Will but it still made Hannibal worrisome.
For the meanwhile, he decided to draw something mainly for himself. Hannibal was beginning to notice how Will was putting more effort into his outfits. Not to mention the pants he wore seemed to enhance a certain part of Will’s body. Hannibal noticed the outline of the younger’s muscles and the form of his sculpted body.
Hannibal would catch himself staring maybe too long sometimes during their sessions. Will would stand up and pace around the room, Hannibal’s eyes focused on every little movement. Will had recently gotten a hair cut, and Hannibal would be lying to himself if he said Will didn’t know how to clean up.
It almost felt deliberate, the way Will was taunting him. He’d protrude his back out just enough for Hannibal’s stomach to start to turn. If anything, Hannibal appreciated the eye candy nonetheless. He wasn’t going to complain or bring it up to Will. He liked complimenting Will on his outfits even if his response was lackluster at most. Hannibal could tell Will liked it, the way he hid his face whenever he began to blush.
Hannibal seemed to be thinking more and more about Will these days. The man was the only thing that occupied his mind. Just then Hannibal decided he wanted to show appreciation towards Will’s body and his mesmerizing backside. He picked up his pencil and began drawing.
Hannibal had to shift himself in his own seat sometimes, daydreaming of being able to experience Will’s beauty with his very own eyes. His dark curly hair, his tightly pursed lips, eyes that beckoned to be wanted and desired. The things Hannibal would love to do to that pretty face of Will’s. He thought back to Ancient Greek statues, and the definition of their toned bodies. Will definitely fit the description in many ways. His hand was now dancing across the page, drawing loosely but using every part of his imagination to envision his loves body, even if it was only something for himself.
Hannibal added the finishing touches, and signed his name proudly across the bottom right of the paper. He stared at his work of art, happy with its outcome. The older even found himself getting lost in the image, wanting it so desperately to be a reality. He knew Will was definitely hiding under all that fabric, how he wanted to explore and love every inch of him.
He was starting to get lost in his own thoughts as suddenly there was a slow knock at the door. Hannibal’s heart began racing and looked at the clock. It was pretty late, surprised Will hadn’t just called to let him cancel at this point. It was way past their normal scheduled time. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
He adjusted his suit and tie, slicking back his hair for a moment making sure he looked presentable. Hannibal strode to the door, turning the knob carefully and opening the door. There stood his belated patient, Will Graham.
Will’s back faced Hannibal as he admired the walls and decor, Hannibal raised an eyebrow. The younger turned around, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned teasing his exposed chest. Hannibal blinked a few times before Will’s voice caught him off guard.
“Am I too late, Doctor?”
There was a hint of smugness to his statement, Hannibal didn’t know if he was dreaming or not. Had he fallen asleep waiting for Will and he was in some twisted fantasy?
Hannibal felt his entire mouth go dry, he was speechless staring at the man in front of him. He was almost like a completely different person.
“Not at all, my office is always open to you Will.”
The order’s eyes shrunk at the surprise of his own words, what was he saying? His face began to grow hot. Will seemed astonished as well, his eyebrow raising in a curiosity. He began to walk closer to Hannibal, he stared at him for a moment before heading past him and into the room.
Hannibal’s chest felt tight, the pace of his breathing quickening. He shut the door and looked at Will as he sauntered around Hannibal’s desk. Delicate fingers tracing the edge of the wood, something about Will seemed almost radiant.
He remained staring at Will’s backside, the way his body curved and his ass looked especially good in the tight fitting jeans he wore. Hannibal bit his lip not even realizing he was ogling until Will turned around with a smirk.
“I could really use a drink, how about you Doctor Lecter?”
Will’s eyes stared into him, dark and beautifully haunting. He swore something flashed in them but Hannibal couldn’t quite make it out. All he knew was Will was definitely up to something, and he was playing right into his trap.
Hannibal narrowed his eyes and began approaching Will, the younger stepped back until his body slammed into the ladder propped up against the landing.
The two were very close now, practically breathing the same air. All Hannibal could do was stare at Will’s lips as Will did the same, in that moment they both knew what they wanted.
Hannibal grinned devilishly as he further closed the space between them, his mouth close to Will’s ear.
“I know what you’re up to Will, are you sure you want to do this?”
The younger shifted his legs, feeling his pants begin to tighten. Hannibal was way too close for Will’s heart not to start pounding. His expression was going wild as he looked all around the room, trying to play dumb.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Doctor, it’s been such a long day I think we both deserve a drink.”
Will in that moment felt like he shrunk five feet, Hannibal was looking down at him. He gulped loudly. The older man still couldn’t tell if this was real or not, how badly he just wanted to devour Will right there but he kept his composure. He leaned away, noticing Will’s shoulders slump.
“You’re right, Will. I’ll be right back.”
Their eyes lingered on each other for a moment until Hannibal disappeared somewhere in the back. Now Will was alone, he paced around the room.
His thoughts were ablaze and his groins not to mention was on fire, Hannibal was definitely teasing him. He was just happy that his mischievous little plan had worked. As he walked around, he noticed a black book was on Hannibal’s desk. He knows he shouldn’t pry, but a part of him was yelling to look inside.
Will hoped Hannibal wouldn’t be too upset with him and he flipped through the book. Will’s eyes widened by how talented Hannibal truly was. Hannibal could cook, draw, dress, and even play the piano. Was there anything the man couldn’t do? He was also very attractive as well. Will began to feel slightly insecure.
He flipped though the marvelous drawings of scenery and anatomy. Hannibal truly had a great eye. Will skimmed until he saw a drawing that made his heart come to a stop. It was a drawing of a man who shared a similar resemblance of himself. He was naked, his body resembled one of a Greek god. Will couldn’t pull his eyes away.
Was this really a drawing of Will? Did Hannibal really fantasize about what his body looked like. His face was bright red, ears on fire. He looked towards the door, still no Hannibal. The younger mans heart was racing but he quickly thought of an idea. His heart was doing flips, was he really going to do this? He studied the pose for a moment, it was so elegant so beautiful. Could Will really pull it off? His heart beat pounded in his ears as he slowly began to strip.
Hannibal carried out two wine glasses, and a special vintage bottle of wine he was saving for a very special day. He thought this was the perfect occasion. He imagined he’d end up sharing it with Will one of these days. Hannibal kept thinking back to the drawing he made. Regardless, Will was beautiful in his eyes. Nothing could ever change that.
The older man entered the room, his eyes were shut with bliss. He grinned widely, rotating the glasses in his hands.
“Will, I hope you like this bottle I’ve been saving-“
Hannibal’s words were shortly cut off when he opened his eyes, blood immediately rushing to his face. There his beloved Will stood, completely naked. Will leaned his arm up against the latter, keeping his balance. He turned his hips and protruded his ass out, making sure Hannibal could see clear as day. His arm hung loosely in the air, and he raised his left foot slightly upwards. He had to admit, it was difficult keeping this pose for so long, but it was worth seeing Hannibal’s flushed expression. Will looked over his shoulder at him, trying his best to keep his composure.
It took everything in Hannibal not to drop everything in his hands to the ground. He blinked several times, a part of him hoping this wasn’t a dream after all although it felt so unreal. Here was Will Graham, the most beautiful man he’s ever seen standing naked in his office. Hannibal’s eyes lingered back to his desk, seeing that his sketchbook was wide open revealing the scandalous drawing.
“Is it just how you imagined?”
Will said with a soft chuckle, still keeping his pose. That was it, Hannibal couldn’t keep up this facade any longer. He placed down the glasses and wine on the desk, that was the least of Hannibal’s priority now. Losing strength, Will dropped the pose but still decided to prance around the room only showing his back to Hannibal. He pretended to be scanning the bookshelf and kept his hands on his hips. Will on one hand was very embarrassed by his actions, but once he saw the bulge in Hannibal’s pants he was reassured.
Hannibal seemed to be mimicking Will’s movements, keeping his distance as he took in every curve and every shape of the younger’s body. He was actually quite close, he really was quite defined. He wanted to reach and touch him so badly. But this was a game between predator and prey, but which one was he?
Will finally faced Hannibal when he was covered by the desk hiding his lower abdomen. Will just wanted to tease Hannibal a little bit longer. Hannibal gulped, he could feel sweat pooling on his forehead. Will slowly picked up the bottle of wine and tightly gripped the cork, popping it loose. He had now opened many bottles in his life since Hannibal entered, he has became an avid wine drinker. Will carefully poured the dark liquid into the glasses, filling his up slightly more than Hannibal’s. He’d be very surprised if Hannibal had it in him to share a drink with him in this state.
Will continued staring at Hannibal as he drank the cool wine, it chilled his bones as he felt it run down his throat and into his stomach. He looked up at Hannibal impressed, licking his lips to savor the sweet taste a little longer.
“Not bad.”
He stated, a grin appearing on his face. Will examined the bottle further. Hannibal could only stand in awe as he began to move closer. He approached Will and looked him up and down. All Hannibal could do was smile, as he lifted the glass to his lips and sipped slowly. He was much more interested in what Will might taste like, he licked his lips. They both finished their wine, as Will tranced the rim of the glass with his finger. Hannibal watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked the remaining wine on his skin. The older man couldn’t take it anymore, he was growing very impatient.
Will sat down on Hannibal’s desk, setting down his glass right beside him. The younger man crossed his legs, tangling his feet flirtatiously. Will caught Hannibal’s gaze right above his shoulder, he slowly batted his eyelashes.
“You never answered my question, Doctor.”
Hot heavy breath escaped from Hannibal’s mouth, his mouth perking into a devilish grin. He didn’t plan on wasting anymore time with his beloved Will like this, so open and exposed. Hannibal undid his tie, Will gulped. He dropped the fabric to the ground, as he slowly walked his way in front of Will.
In one swift motion, Hannibal grabbed Will’s legs and spread them apart. Will had no time to react, all he could do was gaps when Hannibal slotted himself between him. Hannibal leaned in close, staring down at Will’s neck.
“You’re more beautiful than I could ever even fathom, Will.”
Will could feel himself falling right there as soon as Hannibal connected his lips with his own. His hands were still on his thighs as they made their way up to the back of his neck. Their mouths began to move in unison with each other. Hannibal explored every inch of Will’s mouth, humming slightly. Will’s mind was blank, the only thing that his head was Hannibal. His scent filled his vision, the way he touched and caressed his body. Almost like he was this fragile delicate thing. He figured Hannibal would grab him by his wrist and fuck him hard, but he was definitely savoring every second not wanting to rush anything.
Will tasted of wine, so sweet and warm. Hannibal could drown in the sea that was Will’s body not to mention his soft lips. Their tongues danced, both starting to get more needy. Hannibal thought about just taking Will right here but he wanted his love to be comfortable. He scattered kisses across Will’s neck and collarbone, as he lifted him up.
He carried Will over to the lounge chair, setting him down gently. He hovered above Will, removing his vest and shirt. Will couldn’t resist from biting his lip, he had front row seats to Hannibal’s gun show. The younger man was practically drooling at just the sight of Hannibal above him, his toned chest and pecs glistening.
Hannibal lifted up Will’s legs, slightly curious how flexible the man beneath him was. He traced his entrance with a finger, this caused Will to gasp once again. He tightly shut his eyes and shook his head.
“N-no need, I-I already prepared.”
Will’s face was beet red, Hannibal’s heart fluttered. Will always found a way to surprise the older man. Hannibal only smirked widely, eyes turning dark and full of lust. He decided to push a finger in, it slip in no problem. Will gritted his teeth, breath quickening with every movement Hannibal made.
“So this is what you were doing all that time? You could’ve gave me a heads up, Will. I was starting to worry about you.”
Hannibal slipped in another finger, Will moaned loudly curling his toes.
“Instead, you were fucking your hole like a slut.”
Will opened his eyes, face flushed and wet. His cock throbbed at the sound of Hannibal calling him a slut, he wasn’t anticipating on him using such language but damn did Will really like it. He wanted so badly to feel Hannibal’s large hands around his cock, pumping him slowly. However, Hannibal had other plans.
He squeezed Will’s ass firmly, giving it a few slaps. The pale skin turning a pretty pink, how Hannibal wanted to see him red and begging for more. Hair matted and sweaty, Hannibal place his face right between Will’s gaping entrance. What Will would do to frame this image of Hannibal Lecter eating him out.
Will’s back arched as Hannibal slipped his thick tongue inside of him. He began to move in and out, making obscene slurping noises. It was so dirty and nasty, but it felt so damn good. He put his hands into Hannibal’s hair, forcing his tongue further inside of the younger.
“Hannibal- f-fuck just like that- don’t s-stop.”
Hannibal’s gaze never left Will’s eyes, he watched him the whole time his body was writhing in pleasure. The older man began unzipping his pants, letting his hefty cock spring free. Will gulped at how big Hannibal was. A part of him wasn’t surprised, he always felt like Hannibal was packing but god Will never wanted to suck a dick more in his life.
He removed his tongue from Will and immediately reached up and stuck two fingers in his mouth. Will closed one eye, as he sucked away on Hannibal’s digits.
“Make sure to get them nice and wet, darling.”
Hannibal cooed roughly, his cock growing even more. Will started to feel worried for himself for a second. He made sure to coat every inch, even gagging at some point. Hannibal took them out and covered his cock with Will’s saliva. He stroked himself a few times before lightly touching Will’s neglected cock. Hannibal almost felt bad but, he pushed the tip inside of Will making him scream.
Will felt so damn good, it was like he was made to take his cock. He tightly shut his eyes and moved in further, Will only cried out more. Hannibal grabbed Will’s wrist and put them above his head. For a moment Will couldn’t even control his breathing. The fire inside of his stomach was like nothing he had ever felt before.
Hannibal kept moving in and out, explicit sounds echoing throughout the office. He leaned down and took one of Will’s nipples in his mouth and sucked, picking at it gently with his sharp teeth. Will wanted to buck his hips so badly but Hannibal kept him still, his strength was incredible.
Will’s prostate was hit exactly each time Hannibal thrusted deeper inside him, his tongue rolled out of his mouth. His eyes going into the back of his head, he never wanted to be fucked by anyone else. He could feel his body reaching closer to the edge, he whined louder.
Hannibal looked down at Will for a moment and was captured by his lovers aching expression, he leaned down and kissed him hard. He slipped his tongue inside as his hips hit Will faster each time.
“I-I’m c-close f-fuck Hannibal!”
Will needed to be touched so badly, he wanted to cum with Hannibal. Hannibal was thinking the same as well, he decided to finally let the man have his release. He deserves it after all he had done for Hannibal. The older man fucked him hard the last few thrusts as he grabbed his leaking cock and began pumping him until climax.
The younger man dug his own nails into his palms, almost drawing blood. He screamed and moaned Hannibal’s name, hoping to god his neighbors wouldn’t hear them.
Hannibal felt himself drawing near, as he jerked Will faster his orgasm reaching the brink. He watched as Will came hard and fast, his body tightening as Hannibal watched his cum spray onto his damp abdomen.
He pulled out, Will already missing the feeling. Will felt empty, laying there a sweaty sticky mess. He ran his hand across his forehead. Will looked up at Hannibal and they both locked into another passionate kiss.
“Do you think I can use your shower? I’m a bit of a mess.”
Hannibal only grinned, placing kisses along Will’s face. He nodded his head, eyes still blurry with lust.
“Of course dear, we can shower together.”
Will hummed, enjoying the sound of that. The two both sat their for a moment, breathing in unison. Hannibal never had imagined Will would stumble upon his drawings of him, but he was glad he did.