Day 4: pseudo-necrophilia (Will Graham x Hannibal Lecter)
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Will was laying on the bed he had been sharing with Hannibal for the past few months. They had been switching places for a while trying to keep the FBI away, but now they had found a place where maybe they could stay for longer.
It was quite late and he was tired. His brain didn’t agree though it kept overthinking about every step they had taken, their lives before and after, who Hannibal was, and what he had done.
Hannibal then entered the room, supposedly to get into bed with Will, but he saw his expression through the darkness.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked in a soft voice.
“Nothing. You, mostly”
Hannibal took a deep breath, “if you’re having doubts, Will-”
“That’s not what I was thinking about,” he said in an angry tone as if the mention of not being completely devoted to the man had offended him. “You just- you wanted to kill me at some point and I can’t get it out of my mind”
“Yeah, I guess I did. What are you getting at?”
Will looked directly at him, an awkward smile escaping his mouth. “I guess I was just wondering what you would’ve done. How you would’ve killed me and what I would’ve become”
Hannibal wasn’t sure what to say. He had thought of that, obviously, but he had never landed on a definitive answer. Will deserved everything and Hannibal wasn’t sure he could give him that, at least not to mundane standards.
“I would make your death the most meaningful and wonderful this world has ever seen” Hannibal got on the bed and sat right next to Will. He placed a soft hand on his face, looking at his eyes, his lips, his nose.
Will grabbed Hannibal’s hand and observed it for a minute. Hannibal could only look back at the man in confusion and tenderness. Will guided his fingers into a fist position as if Hannibal was holding the knife that would’ve killed him.
Their eyes met and Will tried to make him understand what he was doing.
He continued to move Hannibal’s hand with his, now to his stomach. Hannibal then understood what he was doing. Will was acting out his murder and he was definitely getting off on it.
As if he was truly burring a knife in Will’s stomach, Hannibal pushed him down slowly with his closed fist.
When Will reached the pillow, he took a deep breath, taking it all in. He was looking at Hannibal’s face who was concentrated on the position of his hand and Will’s growing erection.
Will was about to reach to the back of the other man’s neck to pull him closer when he got interrupted.
“Don’t move” he commanded.
Will stopped everything he was thinking about doing and let his body be guided by its weight. He knew what he was pretending this was and he would be ashamed to admit he was into it, so he just closed his eyes. Hannibal had become aroused by the idea of having killed him, or at least, he was aroused by the idea of Will’s body lying completely still as if he were dead.
Hannibal then moved his hand across his chest and made his way to his face. He touched his lips with his thumb and then moved forward.
“We don’t have to do this if you aren’t into it” Hannibal’s voice was soft.
Will could feel his presence all around him. The smell of the shampoo they use, his faint aftershave which just made him want to kiss him hard and passionately like they usually did but he resisted.
Invaded by lust, he was careful to stay still as to give Hannibal his consent.
His lips almost touching Will’s, he let out a small breath filled with lust.
Hannibal placed a kiss on his jaw, then made a trail down his neck, chest, all the way until he reached Will’s pants. He took them off carefully, Will not making any move.
He observed the scene from his new position, standing in front of Will’s laying body. He was flushed, his dick hard and all Hannibal wanted to do was to get his mouth all over him.
Would Hannibal do this if he were to actually kill Will? Would he use the opportunity of his warm dead body before turning him in a piece of art?
Will wondered if he would be okay with that or not.
He placed his hands on Will’s thighs and kissed his inner thigh, leaving small marks where he stayed for more than a couple of seconds.
Will’s breath quickened but he tried to keep it in control, after all, dead bodies don’t breathe. His dick was growing impatient, though.
Finally, Hannibal grabbed his hard dick and licked the tip, making circles with his tongue around it. Will was about to burst with only that, which was a bit shameful to admit, but the inability to move any parts of his body enhanced every touch and every change of pressure.
Hannibal took the entire thing in his mouth and started sucking on it. He was also aroused to the point of precum leaking from his untouched erection.
Will’s toes curled involuntarily when Hannibal started to pick up a rhythm that made his dick throb in excitement every time he came back down. He was moaning around his dick, most likely to see what would be Will’s reaction but truly, he was enjoying the scene to the fullest.
His body started to feel as if he was no longer his own for a second. He didn’t move though, that would’ve ruined everything. He was so close it was unbelievable. Shivers were going through his entire body, he can hear Hannibal’s muffled moans which do nothing but bring him closer.
He feels it build up at the bottom of his stomach and before he knows it, he comes inside Hannibal’s mouth. He fights every instinct he had ever had not to moan to the freeing sensation and push his hips up. He knows Hannibal is swallowing his cum. Had he had the stamina to come a second time he would’ve just from that image on his head.
Will slowly opened his eyes and everything is quiet other than Hannibal breathing hard, satisfied.
Their eyes met and Will knows Hannibal is feeling conflicted about the situation.
Will sat up, still panting a little, and kissed him.
“You taste like cum” he complained making a face that earned him a small grin from the other man.
“I wouldn’t kill you” Hannibal tried to keep a calm tone but the sensations of what had happened still lingered ”Maybe before I would’ve but I wouldn’t be able, not without a reason”
Will knew that. He would need a good reason to get rid of Will and even then if one goes, the other does too.