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Lazing in the family nest, Hannibal runs his fingers through Will’s hair, a gentle gesture of affection that he typically reserves for their newborn daughter when she feeds. Tonight, Will is hungry.
Will’s mouth clamps tight on Hannibal’s nipple, his breath huffing out hot and deep through his nose, the wet clicks and heavy swallows of milk so wanton that Hannibal flushes. He's almost embarrassed by how wet he is between the thighs as Will eagerly drinks him in. Will’s been at it for so long now that even the brush of his lips when he switches to the other side is enough to send a zing of overstimulation through Hannibal, forcing his legs to quiver and his belly to clench. His throat locks to prevent any slip of his dignity.
Will accepts that as a challenge, and with a firm, toothy suck, he grunts, dangerously close to a real bite.
Hannibal gasps, his fingers tightening in Will’s hair and squeezing at the root. Stilling him. Will’s whine vibrates through Hannibal’s tender breast, and he wriggles tighter against Hannibal despite having the entire nest to relax in, and the nudging of his cock at Hannibal’s slick pussy lets loose another pitiful Alphan whimper. The engorged head drags along the drenched seam of Hannibal’s cunt with each self soothing rock of Will’s hips, and Hannibal shudders, his naked thighs tightening around Will in defense of the stimulation rendering him even more vulnerable than he already is.
Their daughter sleeps safe and sound in a tiny divot at the edge of the nest. Far enough away from her parents that Will’s rutting doesn’t disturb her.
“Will, gentle,” Hannibal admonishes him, the fresh scrapes of teeth on his nipple forcing an arch to Hannibal’s sore back. “You’re going to drain me dry, you greedy thing. Do you want to starve our daughter?”
Will’s hips twitch, and Hannibal moans behind clenched teeth, the bulb of Will’s cockhead splitting his puffy lips open and grazing over his pliant hole. Hannibal’s stomach swoops in at the sensation. It’s been far too long since they’ve last had sex, and the sensitivity in Hannibal’s body reacts so vivaciously it almost feels like violence every time they touch, no matter how innocent.
A visceral memory spills out of Hannibal’s Mind Palace of Will plundering him from behind as he labored, with his softer, fuller chest hanging and swinging on each thrust along with his rotund belly, while Will’s hands clawed and scratched at his widened hips. Using that for leverage to bounce Hannibal’s dilating cunt over his cock and knot until his water broke.
Hannibal bites his lip, fully present again, and he's filled with terrible, horrible longing. It’s only been weeks, but it feels like years.
“Just taste so good,” Will rumbles, his relentless mouth still completely occupied with suckling, and Hannibal only just barely understands him. He preens, regardless. Flattered that—even after all these years, after giving birth, after his body changed irreversibly—Will so thoroughly desires him, needs him. Wants him beyond all rational thought. Hannibal softens his touch on Will’s head and cups the back of it, rewarding him with a subtle press. Encouraging his deviant behavior.
Will purrs, tonguing the nipple before sucking again, eager for more release. Hannibal gives in and relaxes his legs, spreading them with a chirp. Hannibal bridges his spine higher beneath Will’s hunched body, the drag of his thick length through the mess of Hannibal’s eager cunt a terrific tease that makes him want to claw and mewl. He does neither, though just barely.
“No teeth,” Hannibal says instead and with finality, and Will trembles at his firm tone, at the permission to take his pleasure with his meal. Will lifts his head, licking a firm, flat circle around Hannibal’s painfully stiff nipple before peering up at Hannibal through his lashes. His pink mouth is shiny and swollen, and a drop of milk slips over his bottom lip. Debauched.
“Yes, Mommy,” Will says, voice strained with arousal. Hannibal looks at him with a purposefully blank stare, but his belly aches at the endearment, and his pussy feels so empty.
Shock changes Will’s expression suddenly, and heat floods Will’s already rouge cheeks. Hannibal’s confused for only a moment, but then he hears it. Or rather, himself.
Hannibal’s whining—a primal subvocal plea that only his Alpha can heed.
Will meets the sound with his own distressed whimper, and his cock flinches against Hannibal’s cunt, a sticky sounding thwack rushing a shiver through Hannibal at the filthiness of it. At his own desperation for it.
Hannibal writhes against the nest, his breaths coming out fast and shallow, and Will scents him all over his neck and chest with a deep rumble. Trying to soothe his omega, the mother of his child. Hannibal moans his praise, one hand skating down his own belly to grip Will’s cock and rub the head up and down through the slippery slit of his cunt.
“Knot me,” Hannibal whispers, “Knot Mommy. Now.”
Will’s lip curls, baring his teeth, and he growls. Long, loud, and a little thready—just as needy as Hannibal. Will grabs both of Hannibal’s breasts, his entire body surging forward, a predatory curve to Will’s back as his cock aimlessly stabs at the damp heat between Hannibal’s legs. After a moment, with Hannibal’s guiding touch, Will plunges in with a bitten down howl and shakes viciously atop Hannibal.
Hannibal gasps, sharp and high. The stretch burns, but thankfully, nothing truly hurts. He’s healed, and his body wants, and with the fullness of Will’s throbbing cock finally seated inside of him up to the press of Will’s balls against his ass, Hannibal purrs.
Will rocks his hips, rabbit fast, while his labor-roughened hands mercilessly knead at Hannibal’s chest until milk spills out through the cracks of Will’s fingers. The scent of motherhood, creamy and sweet like honey, sticks in Hannibal’s nostrils as Will fondles him. His breast tissue aches and pulses, trying to refill the supply that Will has already drunk, of what he has yet to drink. Insatiable, thirsty thing, Hannibal thinks. Utterly fond.
“Fuck,” Will hisses, the eager clench of Hannibal’s cunt constricting his cock almost painful for them both. Neither relent. “I’ve missed your sweet, slutty pussy so much…”
Will’s thighs widen through the nest pile, and his belly lowers until almost flat. Completely flushed with and snug against Hannibal. Each swift thrust of hips is a wet clap, a little deeper now, but more blessedly, Will’s happy trail scrubs over Hannibal’s swollen, protruding clit. Hannibal breaks out into a mewl, finally, and his body draws up like a plucked bow string.
“Goddamn, how are you still so fucking tight?” Will groans, then slurps at the swollen peak of Hannibal’s tightly grasped tit for each tiny spray of milk. Hannibal wants to entertain his offense at the blatant misconception, but he resists, more enthralled by the singular desire Will lavishes him with to spare any ire on a biology lesson. His hands flail out at the sides, clawing at the sheets, fists shaking as Will sucks at his opposite breast hard.
“Be nice,” Hannibal pants, “Papa, be gentle—”
Will snarls, his hips losing their rhythm, and he shoves himself deep. Hannibal sobs at the penetration reaching him where he’s empty and lifeless. His legs scramble around Will, cinching him in tight. With a wobbly moan, Hannibal feels the burn in his cunt melt into something pleasant, the friction of his arousal and Will’s knot bumping against his oversensitive hole too much after so long without. Hannibal whimpers and seizes, his hands finding Will’s hair again, keeping him close, wanting to feel that gorgeous rumble reverberate into his ribcage.
Will’s whining mouth slips over his chest, and his strong, milk-wet hands slide down instead to grab Hannibal’s ass, spread his cheeks open, and rut into him with reckless abandon.
“Papa… C-close,” Hannibal shudders out, breathless, his eyes rolling back. Will’s teeth find his nipple and his knot slams in with a jarring snap of his hips, eager for Hannibal to crumble on his cock. Hannibal's vision goes white. Will’s bite is a dull ache throughout his breast as his body surrenders to orgasm. Tears spill from Hannibal’s eyes, his throat tight with moans he wants to release, but can’t. Not yet. He’s frozen with pleasure, stiffer than a corpse, his toes and fingers curled up. In absolute bliss.
Will doesn’t stop fucking him. His sudden, powerful growl startles Hannibal’s clenched body into a fit of convulsions. With Will’s knot scrubbing over his tortured g-spot, a rush of wetness explodes inside of Hannibal, Will’s seed scorching his spasming insides. Will chokes out a moan, and he trembles, desperate to please despite being in the throes of his own climax.
Shaking and snarling and suckling, Will milks himself long after orgasm has passed with his knot still plugged tight in Hannibal’s cunt. A mess of paternal and feral instincts that demand he mate and breed despite Hannibal giving birth less than a couple months ago. Hannibal’s orgasms melt into one another, unending, at Will’s persistence. At his dedication to Hannibal’s satisfaction. By the end, Will has reduced him to a frail thing, to sobs and broken whimpers.
Hannibal’s belly is full—whole, once more. Hannibal feels so rapturous that when Will stops thrusting and spending in his swollen, beat up cunt, Hannibal doesn’t hiss or growl. Not like usual. Instead, Hannibal purrs, and doesn’t stop purring even when he speaks. “So eager to make me a mommy again?”
Hannibal’s fingers card through Will’s sweaty hair, and Will’s softened cock twitches inside him, another tinier rush of seed splashing his womb. Hannibal’s purr grows louder.
“Pregnancy suits you,” Will rumbles, kneading Hannibal’s plump ass and kitten licking Hannibal’s pinkened, tender breast for any stray drops of milk. Humming at the flavor, Will’s hips nestle closer. Deeper inside. “I miss it already. That glow. How needy you are. How big you get. So vulnerable, for me… Because of me.”
Will kisses up his chest, to his throat, and with a shiver, their mouths meet in a wet, slow kiss. Hannibal moans quietly into Will’s mouth, his pussy swallowing over Will’s knot repeatedly without his control, instinctively wanting to make his Alpha happy.
Will gasps, circling his hips tight. His knot tugs at Hannibal’s hole, and they both flinch, too tender, but unwilling to stop chasing their pleasure.
“Keep me heavy, Papa,” Hannibal whispers, their lips slotting together on every other syllable. “Breed me… Make me catch. I want it… Want your knot again, your cum—”
Will moans, loud and unfettered, and Hannibal feels desperate again. Before Will can dive back down to his breasts, which Hannibal thinks might be running dry now, he hears a quiet, snuffly whine to their right.
Duty calls—knotted or not.
“Careful, darling,” Hannibal says when they finally stop kissing, though not without Hannibal’s hands roaming Will’s chest and shoulders, unwilling to part their touch completely despite his maternal instincts kicking in. Will rumbles a soothing purr, and without causing too much distress to either his omega or daughter, manages to bring over their tiny bundle to hold between them.
So close to both of her overprotective parents, who are still tied together, their daughter quiets down between them with a whimper and relaxes with all their residual pheromones surrounding her. A pungent blanket of safety and warmth and pleasantness that lulls all three to sleep in the family nest.