Summary: Young Hannibal has a wet dream about his colleague, Will Graham. He decides to continue by himself from where the dream ended.
Tags: very nsfw, young hannigram (not underage)
Hannibal woke up drenched in sweat, fragments from his previous dream lingering vividly.
Without wasting any second, he frantically took off his pants and threw them on the floor. His right hand reached underneath his boxers and after giving it another thought, they were soon thrown next to the pants.
He wrapped his hand around his dick and closed his eyes, trying to pick up from where the dream had ended.
Will Graham. Bent over his bed.
Self-consciousness caused his pulse to quicken. Was he really touching himself while actively thinking of his colleague? Having a wet dream was something beyond one's control however masturbation was all about intention. He had never been worried about ethics so he easily disposed of the thought as soon as he gave himself a soft squeeze.
The immorality of his deed turned him on even more.
Will Graham. It would be his first time. It had to be his first time with a man, at least.
He gulped as he envisioned himself penetrating Will's body. Slowly. Carefully. With grace.
His current position was not doing the dream any justice.
He interrupted himself as he rolled onto his stomach and grabbed a pillow. He positioned it right underneath his semi hard-on in such a way that he would be able to thrust his hips comfortably into it.
He pictured himself again entering Will. He imagined his moans and the way his body would tighten right around his dick. He imagined the way he would kiss Will's shoulder and how he would squeeze his hips reassuringly.
The thought of having sex with Will was not as turning on as the thought of making love to him.
He would never rush.
A groan escaped from his throat and he buried his face into the mattress, surprised by his own reaction.
He tried picking up a rhythm, to slowly push in and to slide out, to give Will's body all the time in the world to adjust to him.
And when Will would beg for more he would pick up a rhythm. Their wet bodies would rub against each other. He would bite into Will's shoulder until he would leave a bruise.
He would spread him open and-
He remained still as he almost came.
With a loud gulp he had to compose himself before ruining it. It was his own design. He made the decisions about how the fantasy would go. Their first time wouldn't end so abruptly. He was capable of an impeccable technique and self-control.
Will had to come first and he would come hard.
He continued humping the pillow rhythmically, the friction beautifully tickling his aroused dick.
He realized that the only lubricant they would be able to use would be olive oil. Because it would be something spontaneous for them both. Hannibal would never push Will into doing anything, it would have to be Will who would ask for it.
Beg for it, even. He scolded himself for the unrealistic bit but he could be a bit more self-indulgent. He reminded himself that he was after all, humping a pillow as if it was his first time having a wet dream. He couldn't get more self-indulgent than that.
He quickly ignored those thoughts and returned his attention to the way the olive oil would allow him to effortlessly slide in and out and the way Will's body would jerk and the beautiful moans that would come out.
He would wrap a hand around his neck and he would quicken his pace. Will would choke beautifully because of his grip, because of how Hannibal would know how much pressure to apply on his Adam's apple, just enough for himself to feed his sadistic needs. He would never inflict irreparable damage onto his beloved Will.
Then he would press his whole self against Will's back and he would fuck him continuously, as if they had all the time in the world and no one else existed.
He held onto the pillow with his both hands and humped it like a rabbit as all sorts of noises escaped from his mouth. When the simple thought of creating a family with Will started to contour in his mind palace, he whispered his name in between gasps.
Will had always been in his mind, for some reason, breedable.
He had the most beautiful features he had ever encountered in a person.
Those beautiful blue eyes would tear up when Hannibal would give all of himself to him. Will would be so overwhelmed with all the sensations that any crumb of repression would be gone. He would be a beautiful mess.
The heat coming from Will's body would be the most perfect corner of the world. The sweat uniting their bodies would hold the most wonderful scent.
And when Hannibal would tell Will how beautiful and perfect he was, Will would come. His hips would roll into the mattress, his body would have convulsions. He would grip the sheets and he would-
He would say Hannibal's name.
Hannibal became feral. He grinded into the pillow abandoning any technique and elegance and self-restraint. Will's ass would clench around his dick in spasms and Hannibal would just fuck him. His body would slam into his loudly and they would both come together.
His cum would fill Will. His cum would stay inside Will. He would become part of Will.
Hannibal let out a loud yelp as he came, his dick pressed tightly against the pillow, rubbing against it violently. He took the bedsheets in between his teeth as he kept rocking himself through his orgasm.
When he was done he remained still. He imagined the way they would just lay there, the most intimate and closest they could ever be. He wouldn't pull out. He would cherish the feeling of Will's insides and the way his own sperm felt around his dick.
Will would look so beautiful and he would fall asleep before Hannibal would pull out.
Hannibal didn't want to open his eyes and to allow the reality to creep back in. He wanted to remain trapped in the beautiful fantasy where he and Will would be only his, trapped underneath his body.
