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Will had beat Hannibal home by quite a bit today- unfortunately this has become something of a common occurrence recently. Will didn’t like it. He wanted his gorgeous man, his love, Daddy, at home with him.
He sighed as he placed his stuff on the bench in the foyer, maybe a bit petulantly but there was no one here to give him any shit about it. He could be a little pouty in the comfort of their home, if he wanted. He knew he was being ridiculous but he missed Hannibal. He was getting fed up with these horrible hours the doctor had been keeping lately, but Will knew it would pass soon.
He trudges up the stairs to the master bedroom. The bed looks so inviting, crisp sheets made up to perfection with a beautiful plush duvet over all of it. He wants to be in that bed. Preferably with Hannibal, but honestly he was so tired, he didn’t feel too picky about it any more. Shit, he’d share a bed with the Ripper at this point.
Will drags his hands over his face before realizing he should probably take a shower before he climbs into bed. He should probably eat and hydrate as well, but Will was used to running on fumes. He mostly just wanted to get clean and then crawl under those into those tempting covers.
He starts to strip as he heads into their master bath. Every piece of clothes makes it into the hamper. Hannibal might actually kill him if it didn’t. Will laughs to himself as he closes the shower door behind me. Like cool and collected Hannibal would even raise his voice at Will.
Will cranks the water heat to scalding and tilts his head back under the spray. His curls are immediately soaked, quickly followed by the rest of him. The water pours over his toned body-his pecs topped by pink nipples that harden under the relentless pressure, his round ass, and off the tip of his dick. It’s relaxing but also making him remember the last time he shared this shower with Hannibal.
He had placed his hands on the shower wall while Hannibal had lined up behind him. He leaned far over at the waist, Hannibal guiding him into a position where he could have every inch of Will he wanted. He had rubbed his hands all over Will’s body, feeling the softness of Will’s skin- blush pink from the steaming water and Hannibal’s intense inspection.
Hannibal kept gently prying his cheeks apart, just to gaze at Will’s puckered hole. “Darling boy, wars have started over sights like this. You transfix me. Your hole is so beautiful, amore, just lovely. I could stare at you for hours.” The praise makes Will clench involuntarily which pulls a sound from Hannibal Will had never heard before.
Hannibal had spread his cheeks further and dove in with his tongue- licking and sucking at his rim like a starving man. He scraped his teeth over the quickly swelling skin, then used his tongue to soothe any aches he might have caused. Hannibal moaned as he lapped against Wills’s hole, sending vibrations down Will’s taint and making his penis jump from pleasure.
He’d already been on the edge for ages, Hannibal knew exactly how to work him. “Hannibal! Please! Hannibal’s hand came down hard on his ass cheek making him yelp in surprise and his hole contract around Hannibal’s tongue. “Daddy, I’m sorry! Please, please let me cum, fuck!”
Hannibal slapped the other cheek hard in reprimand before leaning back. “Precious, you can’t possibly think I’m done yet.” He slipped the tip of his index finger in Will’s dripping entrance and pulled him opened slightly, watching Will reflexively try to close. “My god, boy, I could keep you here forever. You’re so perfect for me. You are so needy right now, your little hole is just begging me to fill you up.”
Will shivered uncontrollably as he tried to press back against Hannibal and the infuriatingly too little penetration. “Greedy boy, look at you. How could I resist such a wanton little thing? You act like such a cockslut for me, but you’re as tight as a virgin every time.” He leans forward and presses kisses to his handprints on each of Will’s cheeks before diving back in to eat Will out passionately.
He thrust his tongue as deeply as he could inside Will’s tight heat as he reached forward to grab Will’s cock tightly in his large fist. Will gives a strangled scream, trying to hold onto his orgasm with his teeth. Hannibal slides his finger all the way into Will’s channel before expertly finding Will’s prostate. “There we are, my sweet thing. Let Daddy watch you fall apart.”
Fuck, fuck, what an incredible memory. And now he’s hard as a rock with no partner to indulge in. He sighs deeply before wrapping his fist around his cock. Hannibal probably won’t want to make love after such a long day, anyway, and Will just wants to cum and fall asleep. He’d love it to be with Hannibal, but that memory will do the trick.
He rapidly strokes his cock, no finesse at all as he remembers how hard he came that day. How Hannibal had soothed him through it. How he fell to his knees afterwards and blew Hannibal until his lover had cum all over his face. Will shudders as his strokes become erratic and he spills onto the shower floor, leaning against the cool tile wall as he regains his composure.
He gives an exhausted sigh, spent now, his cock rapidly softening as the hot water starts to lose its heat. He gives himself a quick wash with all of Hannibal’s favorite soaps and shampoos, wanting to surround himself in the scent and comforts of Daddy. He turns off the water, gives himself a quick towel dry before sauntering bare assed to the bed.
He shimmies under the covers, enjoying the feel of the sheets against his clean and soft skin. Will stretches his arms out and grabs Hannibal’s pillow before pulling it tightly to his chest. It didn’t substitute for the real thing, but he would take what he could get. With the feel of the cool sheets on his warm, naked body, and his nose filled with Hannibal scents, Will closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He awoke sometime later to a gentle, rumbling chuckle and warm hands caressing his naked body. He had no idea what time it was, and it really didn’t matter. The most important thing now was Hannibal was home. “Hi, daddy.” Will whispered sleepily. Hannibal had at some point gotten into bed with him. He was warm and naked as well.
“Hello, precious darling.” Hannibal purrs in a low voice. “What a pleasure to come home to a naked little nymph in my bed. You look so lovely in the moon glow.” He continues his exploration of Will’s body, enjoying every naked inch. Will can feel Hannibal's hard cock pressing against his hip while he nuzzles Hannibal's chest and neck sleepily.
“What do you say, my dear? Would you like to play?” Will squirms a little guiltily before mumbling, “I’m sorry, daddy I took care of myself in the shower.” Hannibal smiles, softly, “Nor a problem, my love, you get back to sleep.” Will shakes his head as he paws at Hannibal‘s chest with a shake of his sleepy head.
“I don’t need to come daddy, but I want you inside of me.” Hannibal pauses and strokes his hand through Will's beautiful curls. “Are you sure, dearest? I would be fine if I do nothing but hold you, my boy. You need your rest.” Will responds groggily, “Please, daddy, I just want you to use me. Wanna to be close to you and feel you. Take me for your pleasure. I wanna to feel you cum inside of me.”
Hannibal made a shushing sound and gently guided Will to lay on his side next to him, lowering his top leg towards the mattress, leaving his ass up and available for Hannibal’s use. Hannibal sighed at the sight, his boy, giving him absolutely everything and asking for nothing. Laying in his bed, covered in Hannibal’s scent and nothing else. Hannibal gives a silent snarl as he’s overcome with the need to have Will. Use him until he’s finished and then hold him until they fall asleep together.
He leans over the bed to the nightstand to grab the lube. As he’s warming the lube in his fingers, he pets gently over Will’s abundant ass. He spreads him and smears the lube all over Will’s entrance. Will makes a sleepy sound as his hole flutters underneath Hannibal’s ministrations. “Shhhh, dear heart, daddy has you. Lay still and let me take what you’ve offered.”
Will nods and yawns “Thank you, daddy.” He happily buries his face in the pillow while he cants his hips upwards to give Hannibal easier access. Hannibal murmurs unintelligible praise under his breath as he strokes Will’s hole again before gently guiding his index finger into Will's incredibly hot hole, feverishly warm and tight around Hannibal’s digit. Hannibal curses in his mother tongue in his brain.
He pulls his one finger out after opening Will up slowly on it. Hannibal adds another finger to help open Will up further for Hannibal’s big cock. He wanted his darling to feel him- an ache that would remind him of who he belonged to every time the profiler felt it. But he was reluctant to cause his boy any pain in his pliant and sweet state. He thrusts his fingers out slowly, adding lube as needed to make sure his dick will slide in smoothly.
Once he has Will significantly stretched, Hannibal lubes up his rock hard cock, ready to penetrate his love. He stretches Will with his thumbs, just to get a closer look at one of his favorite parts of the profiler's anatomy. He loved his rosebud pink hole, winking at him invitingly. He leans over Will before sliding his girthy length inside of his boy, in one smooth motion.
He noses at Will's nape, overcome for a moment with the tight grip that Wills channel has on his dick. He nearly loses that hold at the soft and satisfied sigh that Will lets out. He hears Will mumble something into the pillow. “What was that my love?” Will raises his head from the pillow without opening his eyes and says “Missed you, daddy. You feel good inside of me.”
Hannibal gives a few good strokes into Will with a gentle groan. “Darling, I’ve never felt any pleasure like this in my entire life. I don’t know what I did in another life to deserve you, my precious, but I am going to treasure and care for you in this one.” He continues fucking Will with long, steady strokes, making sure that he is getting every sensation he can out of it, enjoying Will. His moldable state is rare, as well as being able to use Will's body for his sole pleasure.
That thought makes him even harder as he begins to pick up his pace. It feels like it’s been ages since he’s been inside his boy, and he knows that he probably won’t last very long. He doesn’t think Will will mind at this point, however, but he knows that Will will grumble if he doesn’t feel Hannibal’s seed in his ass in the morning.
Hannibal grunts lowly as he gets close to the edge, Will rhythmically tightening around his cock involuntarily. He tends to be an incredibly invested lover- always putting his partner’s wants and needs before his own. Being able to just take what he wanted, what was freely offered by his gorgeous boy, was an intoxicating feeling. He continues to pump his cock in and out Will’s ass, relishing the pull and grip as he picks up the pace.
Will was somewhere between sleep and consciousness, knowing he was warm, safe, and being completely taken by his Daddy. It made him feel precious and special- his daddy couldn’t wait till he was awake all the way to have him. It felt amazing, without working towards an orgasm he was able to just enjoy the sensation of being owned and marked by Hannibal.
Hannibal’s thrusts begin to lose their perfect rhythm as he spirals closer to the edge. He won’t be able to take much more of this intense pleasure. He gives a few deep strokes before completely burying himself balls deep in his boy, cock spasming as he releases spurt after spurt of hot cum within Will. Will lets out a low pleased moan when he feels himself getting filled with Hannibal’s load.
Hannibal lays himself next to his lovely boy, stroking his side as he gently pulls his softening cock from the warm clutch of Will’s body. He pulls away, looking for a tissue or cloth to clean them up when he hears a plaintive whine from Will’s throat. “What’s wrong, love?” Will turned his head to look over his shoulder blearily. “Don’ leave, cher. Need you close.”
Hannibal smiles at his boy’s neediness. “Of course, my treasure, the devil himself couldn’t force me away from you.”
He abandons his search for something to clean himself up with and instead pulls his boy into his arms. “Amor, thank you.”
“Shh, sleep now, daddy.”
Hannibal remembers giving a gentle rumble of a laugh before being overtaken by sleep, surrounding and protecting his precious boy.