For #BottomHannibalDay I am sharing appropriate explicit scenes from my fics. Hope you all enjoy!
Cookies by TigerPrawn
Series: Cookies - A Fluffy Hannigram AU
Explicit // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Fluffy AU // Tags:Â Abigail is Will and Margotâs daughter, Fluff, Awkward Flirting, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Slow Burn, First Dates, Awkward Dates, First Kiss, Light Angst, Misunderstandings, Sleepovers, Past Molly Graham/Will Graham, Domestic Fluff, Getting to Know Each Other, Frottage, Christmas, Hannibalâs red sweater, Bad Puns, Falling In Love, Kids say the darndest things!, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, New Yearâs Eve, Kissing at Midnight, First Fight, Angst(iâm sorry), Stalker, physical assault, Homophobic Language, Reunions, Reconciliation, Getting Back Together, Reunion Sex, Valentineâs Day, Happy Ending, see fic for full tags.
Words: 48,292 Chapters: 12/12Â
âPlease, dear lord, tell me you have lube and condoms.â Will tried to joke, but now aching in both his chest and groin he might just die a little inside if they werenât able to fully consummate their relationship in the extremely near future.
âYes.â Hannibal was breathless as they broke apart and he went to the bedside drawer.
Will stripped out of his boxers and moved behind Hannibal, pressing close against him as he retrieved the items. Hannibal straightened and dropped them on the bed as Will started to kiss along his neck and shoulders whilst his hands eased down the waistband of his underwear until they fell to the floor.
The feel of Will against him made Hannibal shudder. The idea of taking Will inside him wasnât something new to him, it was on occasion something that consumed him. Since the first time he had taken Will into his mouth he had known that he needed to feel that hardness fill him.
But it wasnât something they had previously discussed. On the occasions they might have they had been too occupied with giving each other pleasure.
âWill⊠I⊠How do you want to⊠um, how do you want me?â Hannibal shuddered out the words as his heart raced uncontrollably. He knew Will, pressed against his back, could feel it as his hands snaked up and fingers spread into his chest hair - fingers tweaking a nipple and drawing a hiss from him.
âHmm?â Will hummed against the flesh of his shoulder between open mouthed kisses along his his skin.
âWe never⊠talked aboutâŠâ Hannibal started, cut of each time by a jolt of pleasure radiating from Willâs fingers or mouth. He wanted to ask bluntly for Will to fuck him, but the words stuck in his throat. He didnât want to draw out the hesitant and embarrassed Will, when this Will was already ringing the pleasure from him.
âTalked?â Will questioned between more kisses, one hand grazing down Hannibalâs belly and falling lightly to his cock, stroking it slowly. Hannibal groaned and let his head fall back onto Willâs shoulder.
âAbout⊠preferences⊠I⊠I want⊠do you wantâŠâ Will must have understood in that moment because he paused and Hannibal could practically hear his brain whirring.
Will let out a shaky breath against his shoulder. âYou mean whether I prefer toâŠâ his words trailed into a swallow and Hannibal cringed, waiting for Will to back off, to hesitate and stumble. Despite how far they had come physically, he had always feared that one of the reasons Will held back was because it was too overwhelming. He should have said nothing and let the situation unfold.
âItâs ok, we donât-â
Hannibal was cut off as Will growled his answer against the side of his throat - âHannibal Iâve never wanted to fuck anyone more than I want to fuck you right now.â
His sigh was more shudder and he moaned at the words. Will chuckled then and pulled back, turning Hannibal in his arms. There was a confidence in Willâs expression that Hannibal had rarely glimpsed and it filled him with happiness.
âGenerally, I really donât mind either way, Hannibal.â Willâs voice was rough with emotion and lust and the sound of it vibrated through Hannibalâs bones. âBut right nowâŠâ he kissed down Hannibalâs neck, hand running lightly down his back and then squeezing an ass cheek. âThe things you do to meâŠâ
Hannibal could hardly stop himself panting as his breath constantly caught in his throat and the thud of his heart seemed to come in irregular and heavy beats.
They were kissing again before he knew it and he was immediately caught up in his own passion, backing Will towards the bed as the man chuckled into the kiss. When they got to the bed, they pulled apart and with a grin, Will tried to near wrestle him down. Hannibal found himself resisting for the fun of it, feeling an elation he rarely did when it made Will grin even wider until pain must have sparked through him again..
Hannibal helped him gently down to the bed and then they were kissing again, mouths too busy for hands to even attempt anything other than clutching at each other. The need to catch their breath pulled them apart again. Will grimaced and rolled away from Hannibal in pain but determined, making Hannibal frown and then laugh as Will picked up the tube of lubricant that had apparently been sticking into his back. They laughed together before Willâs died to a soft smile and he gently pulled Hannibal towards him, and then all but whispered -
âLay on your front for me?â
Hannibal nodded and felt his skin prickle as he obliged - easing forward and bunching a pillow in his arms, keeping his hips raised.
âOh god.â Will groaned, and his hands smoothed along Hannibalâs back and over his rump. âI just.. I just canât believe⊠I honestly started to think weâd never get here.â
Hannibal understood but anticipation kept him from doing more but moaning his response. Willâs hand was gone again then and he heard the cap of the lube and the slick sounds of it being applied to fingers and warmed. His breath was shaking and his heart beating as the anticipation reached near fever pitch.
And then Willâs hand was on him and he groaned as he pushed back on the fingers circling his hole, spreading lube and teasing him. After a minute that felt like the longest of his life, he was about to beg for Will to push into him but the fingers slid to his cheek. He felt himself being parted by Willâs hands a moment before his tongue swiped over him and his whole body shook. It took all his strength to hold himself as still as possible, while every muscle screamed at him as they tensed with the pleasure. It had been a long time since anyone had done this to him and the feeling was better than he remembered. He groaned into his arms as Willâs tongue went from lapping at him, to swirling over and around.
Then Willâs slicked fingers were back, moving instead of and sometimes alongside his tongue until Will started to push into him and open him up. With Hannibal already so relaxed into the sensations, one finger quickly became two. As Will stretched him he slipped his tongue inside as and when he could.
Hannibal could feel the sweat prickling along his skin and pooling at the base of his arched back. He felt it trickle as he shifted and the sweat ran over his skin. He tried to hold still, but his efforts were in vain as he first surged forward and then pushed back as Will added a third finger. Perhaps he was growing impatient, or could sense that Hannibal was, because Will drew back and his tongue was gone, and instead his fingers were working him open in gentle earnest.
Hannibal panted and groaned at the sensation of the stretch and burn, crying out every time Will near grazed his prostate. A ghost of a touch that was enough to send pleasure coursing through him. His cock was heavy and leaking between his legs and he didnât dare put a single finger on it.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as a fourth finger joined and Hannibalâs anticipation became almost unbearable. He was close to begging Will to take him, when the fingers were suddenly withdrawn and he could hear the impatient rip of the condom packet and the shake and squeeze, the slick wet noises of the lube, as Will prepared himself. Hannibal squeezed his eyes tight shut and groaned as Willâs cock pressed against him.
A soothing hand rubbed at the base of his back and he relaxed as much as he could to allow Will in. The push was slow and deep and they both groaned into it. Will moved gently at first, savouring, tentative.
âPlease WillâŠâ Hannibal finally begged and Will began to thrust deeper and harder until Hannibal was completely breathless and almost writhing.
Will was panting heavily as he slowed to a stop, breathing out the words - âI want to see you, Hannibal. I need to see youâŠâ He withdrew slowly, causing Hannibal to wince and shudder. He drew back onto his knees, feeling open and empty. When Willâs hand touched to his shoulder to guide him round, and no doubt onto his back, Hannibal took hold of it and kissed it. Tugging on it so that Will was pulled forward and he could push the man down in front of him.
There was a sharp intake of breath from Will, clearly the movement had pained him. But as soon as Will was on his back he grinned up with the certainty of what was to come.
Hannibal moved over Will, taking hold of his cock to guide it back within him as he straddled him. The look on Willâs face as he closed his eyes and his mouth dropped open, was pure bliss. Will had moved a hand to his ribs but he appeared to be in very little pain. Hannibal felt an ache in his chest at being able to make Will feel better.
Despite the ache in his legs from his previous tensing, Hannibal leaned forward over Will, and began to move, careful to avoid any motion that would jar Willâs ribs. Clenching as he drew off each time, working Willâs cock inside him without the man beneath him having to thrust at all. He began to ride him hard, loving the sounds and expressions that each movement brought out in Will. He felt Will tensing and so changed his angle, finding his own pleasure as he continued to bring Will to his.
âOhmm, uhnnn⊠HannibalâŠâ Willâs hands grabbed at his hips and Hannibal felt short nails dig into him. He took one off and guided it to his own cock, and then Will was stroking him - an irregular rhythm as he was losing himself, but enough with the other stimulation he was receiving.
Hannibal moved for his own end then, knowing Willâs was building and would continue to mount. He felt his own orgasm pooling within him, he refined his angle, and then took Willâs lips. The press of them together resulted in his cock being trapped between them with Willâs hand squeezing tight around it. And that was it.
The sensation ripped through him and he came so hard he had to grip his hands on Willâs shoulders to stop himself toppling. He cried out and groaned as he rode Will through his own orgasm and into Willâs as profanities laced with endearments spilled from Will along with his seed.
They rocked together for a few long moments before Hannibal finally collapsed on top of Will, sweat and cum slick between them.
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