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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter
  Additional Tags:
      Daddy_Kink, Fluff, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Rimming, Biting,
      Possessive_Hannibal
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-04 Words: 3772
****** An Exquisite Meal ******
by kipsi, williamgraham
Summary
     The look Will gives him sends a hot pleasure to his crotch and he
     licks his lips. "Yes," he murmurs, "you are one fine meal, my boy."
He relaxes in the other's touch, leaning back against the broad chest, and
looks up; his wide eyes look too big not to be purposefully opened, though, and
it's obvious that he's doing his best to charm his daddy. ”Rough day, today?”
"Very," Hannibal mutters, taking a hold of his boy's hips and breathes him in,
feeling how he relaxes against him. He smiles into his neck and kisses him
there.
He goes ahead and grinds on down onto the other's lap, his pretty red lips
opening in an 'o' as he leans into those kisses. ”You don't sound so tired now,
daddy.”
"You know that you always brighten my day," he whispers as he watches the plump
lips part as he sneaks his other hand to cup the boy through his jeans, teasing
him with his warm touch.
He throws his head back onto his daddy's broad shoulder, curly locks flopping
powerlessly. He just squirms on his lap, wanting nothing more but his hands to
touch his now-hardening erection, and leans up to latch onto the other's
pronounced, pouty lips.
Hannibal smiles and kisses first his cheek, then the corner of his mouth,
finally allowing his lips to hover over the boy's parted lips. He looks
beautiful with the wanton expression on his face, and when he at last lowers
his lips and kisses his boy hungrily, he works his hand into the other's pants
and takes him into his hand, stroking him now with a slow pace.
Urgh, finally. Will's eyes roll to the back of his head as soon as he feels his
daddy's calloused, warm fingers slide over his needy cock with a talented
little dance, and he swears he drools (just a bit, anyway). ''Mmph, daddy, I
missed you so much,'' he whimpers, his shapely hips bucking along to their own
messy speed as he tries to get the most pressure as possible, ''-why do you
have to work so long?''
He lets his hand speed up for a moment, resting his head on Will's shoulder,
leaving kisses behind as he straightens up and nips at his ear. "You know that
I do it for you, my dear boy," he whispers then, slowing his hand now and
feeling how his boy trembles against him so beautifully. "So that you'll get
the most exquisite meals every day."
"I know that," Will sighs, looking up into his daddy's dark eyes with some sort
of twisted affection, "-but ... can't you come home earlier, daddy? I don't
like being alone. A-and, uh, the toys aren't as big as you." he shivers at the
bite on his ears; he was sensitive there, and he was sure that the other knew,
too. "'Sides, you have me for an exquisite meal, right?"
The look Will gives him sends a hot pleasure to his crotch and he licks his
lips. "Yes," he murmurs, "you are one fine meal, my boy." He withdraws his hand
entirely from Will's pants and smirks at him. "Strip," he commands then, with
an affectionate tone, his eyes dark with hunger and lust.
The command does things to his petite body, and Will swallows once before
scrambling off of the other's lap to do what his daddy wanted him to do. It's
easy removing his flimsy, thin t-shirt; he just lifts his arms and takes that
clean off, but it's a little more difficult taking off his boxers. His legs had
turned basically into spaghetti strands as his dad had been pleasuring his
cock, and he almost trips over his own feet. He reddens with embarrassment and
gets rid of his pants, kicking them away in an ungraceful heap. ''...Do I look
yummy, daddy?''
He lowers his hand on his own crotch and teases his cock, licking his lips as
Will gets rid of his clothes. He watches his every movement with a hunger, and
when there's finally only milky, bare skin in front of him he lets out a growl.
"I could eat you up, my boy. Come back to daddy's lap, let me see you up
closer," he purrs then, patting at his lap.
''What about ...daddy catching me? You can chase me. You like that, right?"
Will can't help but to tease, curving his pretty body so that his back would be
arced, a rude little grin perched on his red lips.
His eyes glint with a mischievous gleam. "Is that what my boy wants? To hide
and let me find you?" he smirks at Will, knows that he can be a tease as well.
But he can never outrun him, and that thought makes him harden even more.
''Maybe. You can keep up, right? I've been waiting all day. ...I went to
school, and I kept on dripping, I had to change boxers twice-" he swallows, his
brash eyes on his daddy's smirk and his lips, "-I've been a really naughty
boy." He pauses for a second, letting that sink in, then turns tail, his white
bottom just begging to be slapped and reprimanded, "but you're gonna have to
catch me first, daddy!"
He can feel the predator in him stir awake, as he watches how Will stumbles
over his own words, admitting everything. He lets out a growl, but doesn't
bugde yet, just watches how those blue eyes glint with shyness. He wants to let
his boy play a bit, see how long he lasts before he has to come back to his
daddy and beg for forgiveness.
Will just goes ahead and runs for it, his feet slapping hard on the carpeted
floor (something that he wouldn't normally be allowed to do), and dashes for
the dark, forested area near their property, feeling the wind in his hair and
tasting the night air on his tongue. He feels exhilarated, yes, but the
butterflies that slam in his stomach yearn for release.
He waits, counts for the passing minutes and rises up from his armchair,
closing his eyes for a moment before he starts to make his way to the forest he
knows Will is hiding in. He can feel his boy's scent in the air - sweet and
fevered, and he follows its lead, licking his lips as he imagines Will
chrouching somewhere behind trees, trying to hide from him. The scent of him
gets closer and more intense, and he pauses, taking in the odor of him, eyes
dark with desire.
''Fuck!'' he makes the mistake of vocalizing his pain when he trips over a
particularly gnarly tree root, and he hits the ground with a soft-end thud.
Although the leaves cushion his fall, it's still painful; his knees probably
have a subdermal bruising. His cry had echoed around in the forest, and Will
clamps a hand over his mouth and continues running, trying to confuse his daddy
by rubbing himself over a tree bark and going the other way.
He hears the scream and it doesn't take long for him to makes his way to the
root, giving it a glance. He can't see any blood, but he can smell it, as the
coppery scent still lingers in the air. It's the last thing that sends him over
the edge. He doesn't follow Will's footsteps, but takes a different path and
smirks when Will runs into him and stumbles back.
"You didn't think that you could run that far away, now did you, my dear boy?"
he purrs and pulls Will against him so that his bare back presses on his chest.
He can smell the dried blood on him, and that makes him grip the boy's hips,
caressing them with his thumbs.
He's too focused on running away, that he doesn't see his daddy cornering him
from up ahead; his eyes recognize the shadowy figure too late, and he's soon
flush against the broad, buff figure. A breath escapes his lips, shaky and
tinted with a scent of fear, before he looks up and meets his daddy's dark
eyes.
"I was hoping that I could outrun you," he says, but deviously moves his hips
to grind against the other's groin, "-but you caught me. Like always."
"Oh, you can't ever run from me," he whispers into his ear as he licks his way
to his neck, tasting the sweat and the still lingering fear on him. He hums and
smirks into Will's skin as he earns gasps from him. "Are you satisfied now with
our little game?" he murmurs while tracing his fingertips from his chest down
to his hips.
"It's more for you than for me, daddy," Will whispers, fluttering his long
lashes and allowing them to come to a halt on the apples of his cheeks, "-did
you get hard?"
He throws his head back so that his daddy could have an easier access to his
throat and Adam's apple, wanton little moans escaping his lips with fervor. His
body feels as if it's on fire, hot and needy, and he scoots forward so that he
could feel the pressure of Hannibal's fingers on his flesh just a little more.
He answers with pressing himself against Will harder, feeling how his suit
pants burn on his hard cock. He nips at Will's Adam's apple and lets his teeth
sink into his shoulder with a growl, kissing then the light wound better.
"You're such a good boy," he praises as he presses Will against a tree, licking
his lips at the figure right in front of him, flushed and panting.
He lets out a little mewl when he feels his daddy's sharp, pearly whites sink
into the flesh of his shoulder, bucking his hips in exhilarated anticipation.
"Thank you, daddy," Will whispers, his limp curls falling on his forehead and
curling around his face, giving him the impression of someone younger, and
feels the rough bark of the tree behind him leave scratches on his milky-white
back.
"I'm going to devour you," he purrs as he steps closer to Will and watches at
him with a predatory glint in his dark eyes, unfastening his fly and taking his
already painfully hard cock into his own hand. He sees how Will shudders
against the tree and he smirks as he caresses his cock with a slight pressure.
His eyes stray to his daddy's crotch, and he can't help but to swallow both
visibly and audibly as he sees the girth and length of the impressive cock. His
mouth waters, shamefully, and Will ducks his blushing face. His fingers,
though, have a mind of their own, and they clasp around the hot shaft of
Hannibal's, teasingly brushing against the engorged head.
"...Do I taste better than mommy, daddy?"
Hannibal hums and covers Will's hand with his own, liking the way his boy's
hand shakes a bit. He captures Will's eyes in a long look and he sees the lust
in them, wanting to break free. He lets out a sigh when Will's hand moves with
his own.
"You're exquisite, Will," he answers then at last, whilst looking Will in the
eye.
"Okay," Will giggles, and presses the flat of his palm against the other's
cock, smearing his precome over the surface and feeling the miniscule twitches
under his fingers, "-I love you, daddy. can you take me, now?"
He can't help but to drop to his knees, tongue sneakily escaping his mouth to
lap at the slit at the tip, collecting sticky come and wiping at the angry red.
He shudders when he watches how Will's tongue darts to tease him more and he
grips the boy's hair, yanking at the brown curls. He hovers over him and
presses Will on the ground to lie on the leaves.
"Not yet, my boy," he whispers as he flicks his tongue over Will's hardened
nipple, teasing the other with his thumb and forefinger. He listens with
delightment to the noises Will makes, shivering under his touch.
He lets out a yelp of disappointment when he's pulled off of his daddy's cock,
but he licks his lips and lets the flavor settle there, and he's content for
the time being. The ground is cold, especially because of the wetness of the
leaves (it had rained some odd hours ago); but he knows it's his daddy, not the
chilled floor, that has him shivering and whimpering like an emotional wreck.
He gasps, his nipples turning into harder nubs, as he looks up with pleading
eyes. "Daddy!"
He lets his mouth travel from Will's chest to his stomach, leaving kisses
behind. "What is it? What do you want from daddy?" he purrs and strokes Will's
hips with his warm hands, not giving any attention to the boy's hard erection.
"You have to tell daddy what you want," he murmurs to his soft skin, nipping
him with his teeth.
"Daddy!" Will's a helpless heap of nerves, now, as he writhes under his daddy's
ministrative touches, "-please! D-daddy's so mean," and it's unfair, it really
is, how his daddy avoids his cock, "-daddy promised!"
He whimpers, trying to get off with those simple touches alone; but he can't,
and he knows that his daddy knows. He feels the wetness of the other's saliva
spread on his chest and abdomen, and lets out a shaky exhale, arching his back.
"Please, daddy, fuck me!"
"Mm," he kisses Will's stomach for the last time before he straightens up and
looks at him, the want evident in his pleading eyes.
"That's my good boy," he whispers as he spreads Will's legs and crouches over
him, seeing how Will's legs tremble with want. Hannibal takes a hold of Will's
hips and licks his way to his hole, teasing with his tongue before pressing in.
"Guh, daddy, I can't hold it for much longer!" Will's voice echoes throughout
the forest like it did before, but he finds it to be quieter; before, he had
been working through pain, and now, he was being soothed by pleasure. He hooks
his arms around his knees, pulling them upwards so that his daddy could have a
better access to his puckered hole, letting out a broken whimper.
"D-daddy, your tongue feels so good -" and he's this image of a sinful little
thing, splayed on the ground like that, being licked open.
Hannibal feels Will's inner walls give way as he works him open with his
tongue, teasing him with every press he gives. He withdraws with a pleased hum
when Will can't stay put anymore and gazes at him with the same hungry look
he's given him already before.
"You look beautiful like this, wanton with lust," he breathes as he takes his
cock into his hand and leads himself to Will's entrance, pushing only the head
in first. He takes a hold of Will's hips and goes then all the way in a quick
thrust, hissing at the sweet warmth.
"I-I know I look beautiful," Will snaps, feeling perspiration trickle down his
forehead, "-please, daddy, don't tease me anymore! I-I can't -" and the rustle
near his bottom and the removal of the slick tongue promises something much
more, and he lets his head fall back onto the leaves with a pounding 'thunk'.
He whimpers, screwing his eyes shut, and feels just the head breach his
entrance; but soon, he feels the whole length, and his half-pain-half-pleasure
scream oscillates the whole forest, his now-open eyes glossy with tears.
"Shhh," he whispers into Will's ear, bringing their bodies closer to each
other. He swipes the escaping tears with his thumb and brings it then to his
mouth, swallowing the salty drops. He lets Will get used to the sensation of
him inside of him before he starts a slow-paced rhythm of thrusts.
"You're doing so well, my dear boy," he murmurs and kisses Will's throat.
He loves his daddy very much; that's all he can think of as the cock inside of
him takes him places. His red lips are open, ringed in a little 'o', and he can
barely think of anything else. Will's eyes trail after his daddy's fingers
that'd picked up his tears, and he makes a small little face when he sees that
he'd swallowed them; didn't they taste bad? He does his best to stand through
the pain, eyes wide and teary, before ramming down onto the other's cock on his
own accord. "I-I wanna make daddy feel good, too."
Hannibal groans as he feels Will starting to push back and squeeze around him.
He kisses Will hungrily, tugging at his lower lip with his teeth earning a gasp
from his boy. He enjoys the sounds he makes, and they go straight to his cock,
making him start a more rapid pace. He heaves one of Will's legs over his
shoulder and kisses his inner thigh, leaving there a purple mark.
He barely has a moment to gather his thoughts before his leg is hoisted up and
over the other's broad shoulder, the position giving better access in such an
angle. Will bites down on his white-end knuckles to silence his cries, feeling
bitten more than ever. He glances down on the purplish-blue bruise that's
forming on his otherwise pallid thighs, and barely suppresses down a shiver.
"D-daddy, that feels so good ... I-I'm really glad I waited for this, daddy."
He gives a shimmering smile, one full of wet eyes and wet lips, before clinging
closer to his father figure, never letting go.
He gives his boy a bruising kiss, capturing his lips into his own and lets his
tongue slip into Will's mouth when the boy opens it for him, exploring it with
his tongue and caressing Will's own, earning a mewl from him. Hannibal thrusts
into Will with his hands gripping his hips now, and he pulls away from the
kiss, letting Will gasp for air. He loves to see him like this – laid open and
vulnerable, arching for his touch.
”You're making daddy feel very good, my dear boy,” he praises and represses a
shudder when Will clenches around him from his words.
It's not a secret; Will loves hearing that he's a good boy. Another shiver
dances down the length of his spine the moment he hears his favorite words
leave his daddy's lips, pink tongue seeking out the other's in an entanglement
of saliva and passion. The little amount of air he manages to suck into his
lungs is welcome, but he'd rather drown and suffocate on his daddy's taste and
scent alone, if he could.
"Daddy, I-I'mma come soon," he hiccups, and grasps Hannibal's broad shoulders,
his bitten knuckles turning white with exertion.
Hannibal licks his lips and lowers his hand onto Will's cock, smearing the pre-
come there and starting to speed up his hand with his thrusts. "Good boy," he
whispers into Will's ear, "come for daddy." He gives Will's ear a lick and
watches how his eyes shine with love for him, and him only.
His eyes are wet with tears and feverish with half-said lust, but his boyish
affection for his daddy shines right through; with a whimper, Will clenches
tighter around Hannibal's thick shaft, piercing the air around them both with a
shrill cry as he comes all over his flat tummy and the other's hand, eyes
rolling to the back of his head as he feels his euphoria skyrocket. He
unconsciously continues a mantra of 'daddy' over and over again like a prayer
as he comes down from his release, loose and sleepy.
He can feel that Will is close to coming, his inner walls clenching around him
with such a force he grunts and lets his thumb work over Will's slit, earning
moans now with every motion he makes. Will's pleas are like music to Hannibal's
ears, and when the boy starts to come with such a pressure, Hannibal shudders,
drowns into the mantra of Will's mewls.
Hannibal is just as close himself, and Will squeezing around him doesn't help
with his already throbbing cock. He thrusts a few more times into his boy,
already spent and shivering when he comes inside of him with a hot pulse,
giving Will a wet kiss over his swollen lips.
He smoothes Will's stray curls away from his eyes and pulls out of him, taking
him then into an affectionate cuddle. "That's my boy," he murmurs and kisses
his sweaty neck, licking away the salt from there.
Will groans when he feels his daddy's hot, sticky come spurt inside his ass,
allowing his heavy eyelids to fall. His heart is still pounding and his blood
thrums eccentrically in his veins, but they all sidles down the moment he lets
it all go. He licks his lips, pink tongue peeking to lap at his chapped flesh,
before opening his eyes once more and cuddling close to his daddy. He
appreciates the gentleness and the affection Hannibal offers as a post-coital
system, giving a small mewl at the rough tongue lapping at his pulsepoint and
suckling away the sweat. "Don't, daddy, I-I probably taste really bad ..."
He lets his tongue travel all the way from Will's neck down to his collarbone,
savoring the taste of him. "Don't be silly," he murmurs against his skin, "you
taste exquisite." Hannibal lets his fingers splay on his back, tracing circles
into his skin, loving the warmth that surges from him.
He tilts his head back so that his daddy could have a better access to his
throat, almost as if he's barring it for a type of sacrifice, "Really, daddy?
Would you eat me up, if you really could?" and it's obvious that he doesn't
know what that truly means, but his innocence colors him crimson, and he looks
like a small druid boy covered with leaves and clear, sticky bodily fluids, "-
you always tell me I'm 'exquisite'.
"Oh, I truly would, my boy," Hannibal smiles into his skin and nips him
playfully with his teeth. He lets out a breath over Will's skin and feels how
the boy shivers against him. "We should get back and prepare you a bath."
"Okay," he breathes, eyes trained on those oh-so sharp teeth and reminiscing to
how pleasurable it had been when he had bit into his flesh, "-that sounds good.
Can we have bubbles, daddy?"
Hannibal zips his suit pants up, taking then a hold of Will and getting them
both up from the ground and the damp leaves. "Anything for my boy," he says
then, and takes Will's hand into his own, caressing his bitten knuckles.
He blushes shyly, almost like a brand-new virgin all over again, and buries his
face into the other's broad shoulders, falling right asleep in his arms.
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