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Will is on the back patio when Hannibal finds him, sprawled out and relaxed in a large wicker chair. He’s watching Bruno - the newest stray to the ever growing pack - chase after frogs by the pond.
He doesn’t look up when Hannibal stands behind him, though he seems unsurprised when Hannibal leans over the back of the chair to nuzzle his neck. Will smiles in response and rubs a stubbled cheek against Hannibal in return. Hannibal tilts Will’s chin so that their lips can meet, and Will happily returns the kiss.
Will’s uncanny ability to read others isn’t something he considers a “gift”, though it tends to be particularly useful in moments like these. Hannibal hasn’t spoken a word so far, but Will can practically feel Hannibal’s pure unabashed need flooding his senses. Will knows just what Hannibal is looking for.
“Someone’s eager,” Will says, amusement coloring his tone. He continues looking out towards the yard but splays his legs further apart, showing off the growing bulge in his jeans. He adjusts himself casually, putting on a show and teasing Hannibal.
Hannibal still says nothing, but Will can feel the weight of his heated gaze.
“Go upstairs and get yourself ready,” Will instructs. “I’ll get the dogs fed and then I’ll join you.”
“Certainly,” Hannibal replies.
The single word somehow betrays the radiating desire underneath his placid demeanor. He walks towards the house and Will bites down on a smile, more than happy to give Hannibal exactly what he’s after.
“Christ, did you get even tighter?” Will asks unsteadily, hands gripping Hannibal’s waist as Hannibal sinks down slowly onto his cock.
There’s so much lubricant that Hannibal’s thighs and ass seem drenched with it. The wet squelching sound is absolutely obscene, and Will is barely even halfway in. Will fucked Hannibal with his fingers already, working his way up to three digits at one point. Still, Will is so massive that Hannibal can barely fit it inside him the way he’s so desperate to.
“Perhaps it’s you that’s grown larger,” Hannibal says, chuckling softly and relaxing his muscles enough to take in another inch. He gnashes his teeth together, hissing out a breath. The ache from Will’s thick cock is equal parts brutal and exquisite.
Will emits a breathless laugh, pulling his knees up and planting his heels into the mattress for more leverage. He rolls his hips upwards, smoothly and slowly, drawing a stuttered groan from Hannibal as he slides the rest of the way down.
“Does it hurt?” Will asks him, though they both know the answer. He stays carefully still so Hannibal can adjust to the stretch. A part of Will is desperate to thrust impatiently, hard enough to jostle Hannibal, but they’ll get there soon enough.
“Yes,” Hannibal breathes out. “Perfect,” he adds, because it truly is - sharp and focused, sparking outwards before settling to a tender, aching thrum of pleasure-pain. Hannibal is so hard from the sensation that his cock jerks against his stomach and drips wetly at the tip. Will wraps a hand around it, giving a slow, tight pull and rubbing his thumb across the head. Hannibal’s entire body jerks in response.
Will’s hands rest on Hannibal’s thighs as Hannibal lifts himself up experimentally, gasping at the sensation of Will’s dick sliding halfway out before he lowers himself down again. Will grunts loudly, canting his hips up involuntarily so that they slam together. Both men emit sounds of raw satisfaction at the intense motion.
“Fuck,” Will grunts deeply, the word vibrating out of his chest. “It’s like you’ve never been fucked before, huh?”
It might as well be true, too, with the way Hannibal needs this so badly. “Not like this,” he says, “not like you.”
“Am - am I the only one?” Will asks, working himself in a steady rhythm as Hannibal rocks down. “The only one to fuck you like this?”
“The only one,” Hannibal agrees, scratching his fingernails down Will’s chest, dragging lightly over his hard nipples and making him writhe deliciously. “It’s as if it’s our first time again.”
Will huffs out a small laugh, and Hannibal smiles fondly, both of their minds drifting briefly to all those months ago. They were both filled to the brim with sexual tension that finally spilled over - Will fucked Hannibal senseless on nearly every surface of their villa that weekend. Hannibal couldn’t walk without limping the next day.
Hannibal sighs, settling onto Will’s lap as far as he can go, circling his hips and feeling Will’s cock jerk hard and hot inside of him. It’s not like Hannibal was a blushing virgin before Will, but it was never like this. The stretch from Will’s size is like a drug to Hannibal; sometimes, he feels utterly insane with how he craves it.
“Think you can take me while on your back now?” Will asks, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Of course, my love,” Hannibal says, not one to turn down a challenge. “As hard as you’d like.”
Will shudders visibly at that, which was precisely Hannibal’s goal. Hannibal’s learned what makes Will tick and has no shame in using the information to his advantage.
Will grabs Hannibal and manages to flip them without his cock slipping out. The momentum of Hannibal’s back hitting the sheets makes Will slide in impossibly deeper, causing Hannibal to whine blissfully. Will positions Hannibal’s legs around his own waist and starts a series of bruising thrusts, burying himself base to tip inside of Hannibal.
Hannibal tugs the hair at the base of Will’s neck to silently spur him on. Will looks absolutely predatory like this - on top of Hannibal, curls falling around his face, and muscles straining with the effort of holding himself up. The sight inspires Hannibal to speak, using the words that are sure to make Will burn with lust.
“So large, so perfect,” Hannibal says, words slightly slurred. “Giving me all that I need.”
He yanks at Will’s hair more roughly, and Will’s hips stutter forward with a fierce moan. Hannibal pulls him down into a messy kiss as Wills works himself faster, thrusting so hard and quick that his balls slap audibly against Hannibal’s ass.
“God, you feel so good,” Will grits out, slamming in so hard that Hannibal cannot muster up a reply. Will is relentless once he gets like this, hooking Hannibal’s knees over his elbows and bending him at the waist while ramming home over and over. Hannibal’s mind practically melts into nothingness at the burning pleasure.
“That’s it,” Hannibal breathes, finally grasping a semi-coherent response. Will repositions his hips just slightly and pulls out far enough that the head of his cock catches on Hannibal’s swollen rim. Both of them grunt as he buries himself deep again, their skin buzzing with it from head to toe.
The pace constantly changes, slow and deep then shallow and fast, and no matter what it’s utter bliss. Sometimes Hannibal thrusts his body back against Will, tightening his muscles around Will’s dick to make him groan. Sometimes he simply lies there and takes it, letting Will use his body as a vessel for his own gratification.
“Hannibal, I’m so close,” Will says, face buried into Hannibal’s neck, muffling sounds of mild desperation. He cants his hips forward and slams into Hannibal’s prostate hard enough that Hannibal cries out against his will. His cock is dribbling wet over his stomach as Will plows forward, hitting the same spot again and again with unerring accuracy.
“I want you to come for me,” Hannibal says, rocking his hips to meet Will’s thrusts. “Where do you want to finish, my love? Inside of me?”
Will whimpers quietly against Hannibal’s neck, panting hot and damp and thrusting long and deep. It feels so incredible that Hannibal shakes from it; he’s eager for Will to come and is overtaken by the image. “Or perhaps on me? I love it when you mark me that way.”
“Fuck, please,” Will breathes, panting and wide-eyed. “Yeah, Hannibal, fuck - yeah.” He gives one final knee-trembling thrust before pulling out and kneeling between Hannibal’s spread legs. His dick is flushed red and pulses hot in his hand.
“Go on,” Hannibal coaxes him. Will kisses him clumsily but passionately as he strokes his cock frantically. He groans into Hannibal’s mouth and splatters hot and wet across Hannibal’s hip and stomach. Hannibal almost feels as if it’s his own release, knocking the breath from Will and drinking in the way his body goes lax.
They lie together for a few moments while Will gets his breathing back to normal. Hannibal resists the urge to press his erection against Will’s torso and grind until he comes. Fortunately, it doesn’t resort to that - as Will comes back to himself, he leers over at Hannibal.
“How do you want me, hm?” Will asks, carding his hand through Hannibal’s damp fringe. He kisses Hannibal and pulls back as Hannibal reaches out, stroking his thumb over Will’s lower lip.
“I’d very much like your mouth on me, if you’re amenable to that.”
“Of course, anything,” Will smiles at him, still looking totally wrecked after his own release. He leans over Hannibal’s stomach and licks his spunk off, his tongue moving in hot, filthy strokes. He reaches down and strokes Hannibal leisurely, sensing that it won’t take much for him to get off.
Once his mess is cleaned up, he takes Hannibal’s hard cock into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the leaking head. Hannibal moans, tossing his head back and canting his hips up lazily, gently fucking into Will’s mouth. He’s incredibly close to the edge from being ravaged so thoroughly. Will takes Hannibal deeper and increases the suction, letting the head of Hannibal’s dick nudge the back of his throat. He pulls off just enough to wrap a hand around the base, stroking Hannibal and pressing his tongue flat to the underside of his dick.
“Will. Will, I’m going to -” is all Hannibal says before his hips stutter frantically. Will pins him down with steady hands as Hannibal comes down his throat. Will takes it all, swallowing and sucking until Hannibal is oversensitive and twitching. Finally, he flops down next to him, grinning so widely that Hannibal almost forgets how to breathe properly.
Eventually, Will stands up and stretches while Hannibal looks on in appreciation.
“I’m going to shower, you want to join?” Will asks.
“You go on ahead, I’ll be there shortly,” Hannibal replies.
"Feeling sore?” Will smirks playfully, eyes roaming across Hannibal’s naked body. His gaze is heavy and hungry, and Hannibal can’t help himself.
“It could be worse,” he says, tone casual as he feigns indifference.
It has the desired effect. Will goes from standing to hovering over Hannibal on the mattress, arms propping his body up. Hannibal can feel Will’s stiffening cock brush against his own growing erection.
“Famous last words,” Will growls before capturing Hannibal’s mouth with his own.