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Will was uncomfortable.
He had been, for about the last ten and a half minutes.
How could he not be? He was in his psychiatrist’s office—that being the office of Dr. Lecter—and felt the prickles of a heat invading his omega gut. A drop of sweat shot down from his hairline to his cheek, the movement fast and unbearable. He hoped that Hannibal would miss the clear signs of arousal beginning to bloom on his person, but he doubted that the alpha could miss such a thing.
Hannibal was saying something, likely explaining the deeper parts of Will’s head with a metaphor that he would never be able to understand, but stopped suddenly. Sitting in a chair opposite from the omega, he stood up and crossed the room to loom over the younger man.
“You look distracted dear Will. Do not take this as an invasion of the comfort we've made for ourselves here, but I am sensing that you may be about to fall into your monthly heat. Is there anything I can do to help you as your psychiatrist, or perhaps as your friend?”
Will swallowed, knowing he’d been caught. He shifted in his seat, feeling the slickness of himself grow sticky and tact against his clothes. “I…I didn’t think you’d notice. Should I leave or—?” He stopped as Hannibal placed an inquisitive finger on his cheek, looking at him carefully.
“I did not say you should go, or that you need to apologize. I asked if there is any way I can help you, whether as your psychiatrist, or as something else?” Hannibal asked still, taking a moment to breathe deeply. Will blushed, the thick smell of his heat: pine, dirt, sweat, and pond water nearly fogging in the air.
Will was about to rebuke the question when he felt the warmth of his heat increase tenfold, making him grasp and claw at the fabric of his chair. “Could you—could you—please Dr. Lecter—I need—fuck I really need—”
He spoke no more as Hannibal pounced onto him, nearly knocking the sofa-like chair over as he straddled Will’s lap, biting into skin and neck easily. “Dear boy, you smell particularly delicious today. May I ask, did you change your aftershave?”
Will whined at the sensation, worried that Hannibal may unintentionally claim him with the gnawing. “I…I didn’t wear any today.” He gasped as Hannibal began to undo the buttons of his flanneled shirt with a frightening pace, leaning away from the alpha claws.
In a nauseating blur of movement, Will found himself being stripped of his clothes entirely and laid bare across Hannibal’s desk, knocking papers off and across the floor. It was incredible how quickly the alpha had done it; Will knows he should feel frightened by the strength and easiness that Dr. Lecter had manhandled him with.
He wasn’t.
“Wait, Dr. Lect—fuck!” Will yelped as Hannibal began to dig finger and claw into his entrance, the slick coating his knuckles profusely.
“You do not know how deeply I have craved this from you, I wish to fill and pleasure you in every way I can.” The alpha searched across the omega’s fleshy walls until he stumbled upon a spot, an embarrassing noise sounding the pleasure of Will’s prostate.
Hannibal massaged and grinded at the pleasuring warmth inside Will, clearly intent on satisfying the boy. “I’m going to leave your body remembering me in ways that no one else can.” He removed his fingers with a squelch, the agony of the loss unimaginable to the omega.
Will writhed and whined against the table, vaguely recognizing that the wood would be ruined by the stickiness of his slick, but he was too far-gone to care.
Hannibal quickly began undoing the carefully curated clasps and buttons of his three piece suit, the near unsettling sound of a zipper signaling Will’s rapidly coming fate. Will could smell the arousal of Hannibal in the air too: fresh meat, bone, cashmere and rich wine permeating the air with the alpha’s scent.
Hannibal perched himself over Will, grabbing onto the omega’s spread legs and pulling him closer. “Are you ready for me, dear boy?” He spoke deeply, and had Will not been so blinded by his own heat, he may have thought it sounded like a purr.
Will stared up at Hannibal, grabbing onto the Alpha’s back to pull him closer. “Yes, yes, just—AH, mmhmmm.” He moaned, feeling Hannibal begin to push into him. The omega scratched and tore at the alpha’s back, his slick aiding Hannibal’s cock as it made itself at home inside Will.
“You take me so well dear Will; I can’t help but think that God has made you for this.” Neither moved for a moment as they both adjusted to the sensations, though a needy groan from Will urged Hannibal to begin fucking into the tightness of Will.
“Jesus fuck Hannibal—how did I not notice you were this big?” Will all but growled out, how he hadn’t previously noticed the size of the other man was a wonder, but the monstrous length and girth of the alpha’s dick was making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
Hannibal chuckled, beginning to resume his nibbling on Will’s neck. “Perhaps you were preoccupied with your body’s unfortunate situation, but I will gladly let you inspect my genitalia once I have filled you so deeply to your core.”
The omega felt a brief annoyance towards the clinical terms of the doctor, but quickly lost the thought as it was fucked out of him by the alpha’s cock. “Han—Hannibal, can you—please—can you put your—” Will babbled, gesturing blindly to his neglected omega cock.
As was typically the case for those of his second gender, the manhood was tiny, useless really, but Will wanted to push and indulge these sensations while he could. Will felt Hannibal smile a cheshire grin into his shoulder, wordlessly going to pump his hand along the erect member as he thrusted into Will.
The movements grew more frenzied and erratic as both men were hurtling towards that inevitable peak, the uncomfortable stickiness of the heat almost—almost—at an end. “Fuck, Hannibal I’m—” Will cried out, arching into Hannibal as he felt the alpha’s knot pressing against him, seeking entry.
“Give yourself in to me, come for me.” Hannibal spoke, and that was all it took for Will’s pleasure to crash over him in hot blinding waves—his body shaking as the power of the orgasm whited his vision out in a symphony of satisfied instincts.
Hannibal bit into his shoulder as he quickly followed after, releasing his spend into Will as he slammed the knot of his pride into Will a final time. Will shivered as the wetness of Hannibal spread into him, reaching the deepest parts of himself. The omega smiled, somehow knowing that seed had taken root in his womb and left him filled.
And now, he was comfortable.