this is where smut lives

I'm looking for an old hannigram fanfic. All I can remember is that there was a scene where Hannibal coaxes Will into a four poster bed and draws heavy curtains around him. I also think there was a scene where Will hides in a park bathroom and Hannibal unalives the man outside that trying to chase Will.

"Fuck!" He mumbled under his breath. Ilya had been reaching for their gym bags; fixed his husband a concerned look:

"What is wrong?" Clearly upset, Shane gestured to his left hand:

"I...forgot my ring." His husband sighed before putting his forehead on the steering wheel.

Ever since they got married, both of them only really took off their rings to wash dishes or fix something. Ilya leaned into Shane's space to comfort him with a kiss:

"Sweetheart, its okay to forget. Should we drive home?"

"No, we're already late." Shane felt out of sorts. Even under his gloves, his ring grounded him. It wasnt about what other people would think but how wearing that ring calmed him down. How could he forget it?

"Shane." Ilya's voiced firmly. Shane snapped his head up and their eyes met. With a gesture to Shane's bare ring finger, his beautiful husband said: "Give me your hand."

Curiously, Shane gave his left hand over and felt his anxiety fade as Ilya kissed his wrist. Then, he sucked in a breath as his bare finger disappeared inside Ilya's warm wet mouth. His husband's tongue wrapped around the knuckle and teased the finger pad. Shane moaned out brokenly as his shifted in the driver's seat. Teeth pressed around the area where his wedding ring usually rested. Ilya gazed directly into Shane; wordlessly asking for permission. Realizing the intent, his pulse jumped and cheeks blushed:

"Please, Ilya." Shane whispered.

As teeth bit down, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to bruise. To declare. To be a reminder. Pain quickly became pleasure as Ilya's tongue lapped at it. Shane felt hot and cold as his finger left that mouth he knew so well. He stared down at the redden bite mark enamored. Ilya gave a satisfactory hum before kissing Shane and hopping out.

"There. Now, we go practice." Ilya grinned mischievously and went get their bags again.

"Yeah.." Shane murmered more to himself, throat dry and his dick hard: "Practice."

Halfway through, Shane reached up to cradle Ilya's face illuminated in the blue glow of the tv. He turned up his face and Ilya leaned down to kiss him. It was a slow heated kiss- bumping noses and soft moans. Shane felt himself get hard and heat rush to the surface of his skin. Ilya rubbed his thumb over his blushing cheeks then pulled back a bit:

"Please ride me, my love. Need to feel you." Ilya's voice was so rough and low. Shane nodded quickly; wanting to fulfill his husband's request.

He wanted that slick fullness and to hear Ilya's groans. Standing up between Ilya's legs, Shane pulled down his briefs quickly then straddled Ilya's lap easily. On instinct, Ilya's huge hands went to his hips; fingers travelling to his thighs leaving white hot heat in their wake.

"Plug is in, yes? Can I take it out?" Ilya asked softly, littering kisses all over Shane's face. Shane nodded then wrapped his arms around Ilya's neck and got rewarded with more kisses. That secret part of him loved when Ilya wanted to open him up. He moaned as Ilya tugged and pushed on the ribbed plug inside him. More precum seeped out of his dick as his husband thrusted the plug in a bit before removing it with a soft 'pop'.

"Ilya... I need-ah! I need you." Shane huffed out, even though he felt three fingers stroking him inside him. Shane was desperate for that full feeling driving into him and fogging his mind with pleasure.

"Shhh..." Ilya gave him a wet kiss before getting his dick out of his sweatpants. He spit in his hand and stroked himself. Before lining up to his husband's loose slick hole; Ilya grabbed Shane's face to see those beautiful brown eyes:

"My dick is yours, my love. Take it." Shane nodded frantically as he reached his hand back to steady Ilya's dick and slowly sank down. The pressure of being filled made his thighs tremble and his blood hot. His own dick rubbed and leaked all over Ilya's happy trail.

"F-fuck, Ilya..." Shane panted as he bounced up and down; chasing pleasure: "Ah ah mmpf-"

Ilya thrusted up into Shane and stroked his husband-giving him filthy kisses. His hands pressed on Shane's stomach and twisted Shane's nipples. All he wanted was to see his Shane's face twisted in pleasure and his husband took what he wanted:

"Love you like this. Taking my dick. Moaning my name. My husband. Mine." Ilya murmured in Russian in Shane's ear after a particular hard thrust: "Cum on my dick. Cum like a good boy."

Shane felt his orgasm building so he gave Ilya a filthy kiss and squeezed around him as he rode. Ilya fucked into him deeper knowing his husband was close:

"Ilyallyafuck!" Shane cried out, cumming all over Ilya's stomach. A few quick thrusts, Ilya filled him up till it started to drip out.

They both stayed there, pressed together in darkness since the movie has ended. But, Ilya knew Shane's face and body so well- he didnt need to see just feel. Ilya kissed his husband and said: "I love you so much" over and over. He worshipped Shane's thighs and ass till his dick grew soft. After they separated, Shane guided Ilya's fingers back inside.

"Sore?" Ilya asked, his two fingers soaked in cum and lube. Shane shook his head 'no'. He just wanted Ilya to feel the mess he made. They kissed and cuddled on the couch till night sunk deeper in.

Thats how Shane finds him every morning. Ilya's strong biceps kneading dough for cinnamonrolls. Ilya making jam to fill doughnuts as the scent of strawberries and melting sugar float around the cabin. Ilya bending over to check that his crossiants are rising in the oven.

"Shane, try please." Ilya smiles at him, full of pride as he hovers a forkful of fluffy ham, cheese and spinach quiche in front of his husband's mouth.

"Ilya...I can't. The calories..." Shane weakly protests before opening his mouth. He moans while Ilya smiles wickedly.

"Off season calories dont count. It has green things you like, yes?" Ilya answers, cutting a thick slice for Shane to have as breakfast. Shane doesnt miss as the plate replaces his green smoothie. He sighs in defeat before going for another bite because hes a supportive husband, goddammit.

After weeks of baking, Ilya realizes an additional benefit for his new hobby. Shane's ass has gotten bigger. His love had always had a beautiful round ass. Ilya knew from hands on, tongue in experience. But, ever since Shane allowed himself to indulge in Ilya's pastries. Those thin gym shorts grew tighter and tighter.

"Ilya, please...please fuck me." Shane's pleas muffled into their mattress. Ilya stroked himself; tip of his dick rubbing lube over Shane's soft pink hole.

"Not yet, kotehok." He bent down to kiss his love's back dimples for smacking those fat cheeks to watch them ripple. Shane moaned loudly- thrusting more and arching back. Ilya's strong hands kneaded and seperated Shane's ass to that furl of muscle slick and begging. With a powerful thrust, he sank inside his husband. Their slick sounds and Shane's begging chorused throughout their bedroom: