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HANNIBAL SLEEPY HOLLOW AU

We have murders in New York without the aid of ghouls and ghosts.

You’re a long way from New York Constable Graham

He ends up using handcuffs, Hannibal’s hands behind his back as he sits in Will’s lap, ass stretched and eyes dark with desire after the languid pace that was used to stretch him.

"Work for it, doctor." 

He lowers himself onto Will, grunting as he’s impaled. Will tips his head to lick and bite at his neck, hands at his sides and away from Hannibal. He whispers encouragements against his skin, quiet and silky. “That’s it. Is this hard for you? You’re doing so good for me.”

Sweat quickly gathers on his skin, his muscles under his skin flexing to work on Will’s cock with grunts leaving his lips. Finally Will raises a hand, gripping the back of his head and snagging some of his hair. 

Little ficlet I wroted before about Hanni being restrained/tied down + praise!kink :D 

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In the end, he goes for rope. Thick, unyielding, strands that cut into Hannibal’s skin as he arches, head tilting back into the pillows, body desperately trying to escape the tormenting ache of Will’s fingers inside of him. They’ve been like this for hours, Hannibal painfully hard, skirting around the edge, but not falling off, over and over and over again, on Will’s cock and then his mouth, now his fingers, the overly sensitive skin scraped that much more raw. But it’s important, Will hums in his ear, that they break him down like this, push away all those insidious walls, smash them down and watch the stones crumble into the abyss and disappear. Important, that Hannibal let him in, drug himself on pleasure and sensation so intensely that the thinking turns off and all that’s left is the core of him, vulnerable, raw, for Will to sink his teeth into, bloody, and move, mold, to his whims. And he’s doing so well. So close now. A murmur to his ears as finger sink further in, climb out to wrap teasingly around his cock as he writhes. Hannibal’s cheek turning away as Will presses a kiss to it, eyes averting, sweaty strands of hair clinging to his forehead. And he’s so beautiful like this, so strikingly lost. Will steals his breath in a kiss. 

Just a little more.

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Hands are the best, he doesn’t like when Will uses belts or ties or any of that, they lack the warmth and specific pressure that comes with Will’s rough fisherman palms. Will has similar feelings, and only uses other instruments when he specifically wants Hannibal to feel the distance- like for a punishment. Will likes feeling Hannibal’s noises and restricted air in his throat against his palms, likes feeling his pulse hammer under his fingers as he tightens them, likes seeing Hannibal’s eyes roll back and his mouth hang slack as he gasps for air like a fish out of water.

When Hannibal’s been especially good, he lets his throat go right before Hannibal cums. It gives his orgasm a staggering amount of power, the rush of blood to his brain along with the endorphins. He likes seeing Will’s eyes go dark as he chokes him, watching intently as he struggles to stay conscious.

Hannibal cinematography: bird’s eye view 

Reblog if you’re Team Hannibal

I posted also Team Will, so please reblog that one if you’re on Team Will. I am not saying that you have to be either Team Hannibal or Team Will, reblog both if you want them both! :) 

Let’s see if there is going to be more rude meals or saved strays :).

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Mads Mikkelsen : Flaunt Magazine | source