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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:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Underage_Sex, Dubious_Consent, because
      omegaverse, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Knotting, Claiming, Mating_Bond,
      Rimming, Fluff_and_Smut, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Worldbuilding, First
      Time, a_surprising_lack_of_daddy_kink, considering_who_wrote_this, but
      hey, gotta_spice_it_up_sometimes_right?
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-24 Words: 5223
****** Darling Boy ******
by Yggdrastiles_(hauntedsilences)
Summary
     When Will Graham was 10 years old, he became an orphan. Hannibal
     Lecter adopted him, out of the goodness of his heart. Not really, he
     saw that angelic little omega and decided that he'd claim him as soon
     as he had his first heat. This is that story.
     Also, this was meant to be pure birthday smut but somehow there is a
     surprising amount of world-building that crept in...
Notes
     Happy Birthday Kayla!!
     It's kinda late, I know, but I hope you like it ♥
     ~ALSO~
     Let’s say that Hannibal is 34 and Will is like 13 or 14, alright?
     Buuut you’re more than free to imagine them both whatever age you’d
     like. (Like mentally I still see Hannibal as being canon-age, but
     that wouldn’t really work that well for the longevity of their
     relationship...so for all intents and purposes he can be 34. If you
     want to imagine Will as being younger or older, that's cool too lol I
     don't judge...)
     As usual, all mistakes are mine, but please feel free to point them
     out and I'll *hopefully* get to them at some point lol.
When Will Graham was ten years old, he became an orphan. His mother had died in
childbirth, a weak and frail omega, and from what Will understood, his father
had never been the same again. The man he'd known was rarely sober, and always
drowning in either debt or liquor. Will later found out his father had planned
to auction him off in an, admittedly archaic, omega auction house. It was the
kind of thing you could only really still find in the South, a reclic of a time
in which omegas were treated as little more than property. But while some parts
of the country had adopted more progressive views, the South, most notably,
did not .
 
But at age ten, his father had been murdered. Well it had been more complicated
than that, actually, four men his dad owed money to had come to the house when
he wasn't home and had found Will there alone. When his father arrived, he
found that Will had locked himself in the basement, and there were only three
men left. One was bleeding out in the kitchen. The police had attributed that
particular man's death to Will's father, likely in self defence. No one ever
suspected the frail little omega boy hiding beneath the house. Why would they?
 
Later it happened that the men who'd killed his father were wanted in regards
to a larger drug and gun trafficking ring, which is how one Hannibal Lecter
happened to be called down to the boat docks of Louisiana, to consult with the
FBI.
 
And Will, a newly orphaned male omega, still not having had his first heat,
would have been made a ward of the state, and likely auctioned off anyway, had
he remained in Louisiana. When Hannibal, captivated by the paradox of the boy's
angelic face and knowing eyes, had heard of the plans to send him to an
orphanage, he immediately intervened, and as a well-respected and thoroughbred
alpha, he wasn't often told no.
 
Of course, he did not formally adopt Will as a parent, but as a guardian, and
everyone who knew of the situation, knew Hannibal was simply waiting for the
boy's first heat. It wasn't that uncommon, although it was brazen in a way that
usually sent high society into a tizzy with gossip.
 
“Have you seen Dr. Lecter’s child mate?”
 
“Pretty enough for a second or third omega, but not nearly well-bred enough for
an actual mating, surely.”
 
“Maybe Dr. Lecter wants a bit on the side as he's deciding on a real omega to
mate.”
 
“A man like Dr. Lecter? He could have any omega he’d like.”
 
“Maybe he just likes them young...”
 
The rumors only grew more sordid, but despite tales to the contrary, Hannibal
was the perfect picture of propriety where Will was concerned. He did not
deprive Will of touch, of course, that would have been unnecessarily cruel.
Omegas needed physical contact just as much as food or water. No, Hannibal was
sure to gentle him on a regular basis, always using the relatively chaste
pressure point at the base of Will’s skull. Chaste as opposed to, say, the
pressure points of the iliac crests or sacrum. But no, touching was kept to a
minimum and they didn't sleep in the same bed, despite Will’s protests.
 
Even as Will grew older and discovered masturbation, flaunting the smell of his
pre-heat slick, a milder scent than what he'd start to produce after his first
heat, Hannibal managed to keep his hands to himself. Instead channeling his
efforts into courting the young thing with gifts and food and platonic
intimacies, to which Will was always receptive.
 
“Thank you, Hannibal...” Will said, climbing into Hannibal's lap at the end of
a busy day celebrating his thirteenth birthday.
 
“You're welcome, darling boy.” Hannibal murmured, cradling him close to his
chest and nuzzling into his messy curls. He'd bought Will the animal books he'd
been wanting for a while, books on fish and insects and dogs, as well as a new
set of omegan blankets which were heavy and soft, designed to give omegas a
feeling of safety.
 
Will pressed his face to Hannibal's neck, breathing in his scent at his pulse
point where it was strongest, mating glands not far beneath the surface.  He'd
never expected this from the alpha he'd met all those years ago. Back then,
Hannibal had seemed cold, closed off, but Will knew better now.
 
“Can I sleep with you, tonight?” He asked, wide blue eyes staring up at
Hannibal hopefully.
 
“No, sweet Will. Not until your heat, and we have a very busy day tomorrow. You
need your rest.” He said, not unkindly. Upon seeing Will's pout, Hannibal was
quick to amend, “But I will hold you until you call fall asleep.” Which had
been what Will had actually been after, and so he eagerly agreed.
 
Hannibal waited for him to finish his nightly routine, sitting on the edge of
Will’s bed as the omega changed into his pajamas and brushed his teeth. Once he
came back into the room, Will got in bed and curled up under the sheets,
turning his back to Hannibal in invitation. Hannibal, staying above the covers,
curled his own body around Will’s, pulling him tight against him and making
sure that he felt safe and comfortable.
 
Will sighed happily, Hannibal’s hand smoothing down his side over the blankets.
It wasn’t as intimate as Will wanted; he wanted Hannibal’s hands to touch his
skin, they were always so warm and smooth. Will wondered what it would be like
to feel all his bare skin pressed up against Hannibal’s equally bared skin. He
shivered slightly at the thought, and relaxed as Hannibal pressed his body over
more of Will’s, thinking he was cold.
 
True to his word, Hannibal waited until Will was fast asleep, without chance of
waking up accidentally, before slipping out of bed. It was getting harder for
both of them to keep their distance as biology started to make itself known.
Will probably couldn’t tell, but Hannibal had already detected the change in
his scent. It wouldn’t be for some time yet, the scent was still very faint,
but Hannibal would hazard to guess that within the next year or so, Will would
go into his first heat.
 
He’d been increasingly tactile, seeking out Hannibal and his reassurances more
often that he had before. It was a good sign. It meant that Will’s body had
recognized that Hannibal would be a good mate, an ideal mate, and his instincts
were encouraging him to make sure Hannibal was also agreeable to the match.
There wasn’t ever a question of that, of course, Hannibal had known that to be
true from the moment he’d scented Will. Still, the fact that he increasingly
was less and less pleased with the need to maintain a certain level of
propriety between them and more often than not wanted to indulge Will anything
he asked of him was a very telling sign that Hannibal’s body had already
started to view Will as his mate anyway.
 
How he’d be able to survive until Will’s first heat was truly a mystery.
 
--------
 
The scent was stronger. So much stronger. Hannibal felt like it grew more
potent every day, and even Will seemed to have become aware of it, sniffing at
his wrists and armpits curiously. Will’s scent was everywhere. Every surface he
came into contact with bore his scent and it was maddening. Delicious, but
maddening.  
 
But even more distracting than the scent of slick and heat-scent was the weak
smell of omega semen that seemed to follow Will around like a cloud. It was
only natural at his age, of course, and Hannibal would never do anything to
make him feel ashamed or embarrassed about it, but it tested Hannibal’s control
in a very visceral way. The fact that his omega, his future mate, was finding
pleasure at hands other than his own made Hannibal feel like he was lacking,
like he was failing in his role as alpha.
 
That wasn’t the case, of course, but that’s how it felt. It felt like
chastisement. Like Will was deliberately flaunting the fact that he didn’t need
Hannibal, didn’t need him to feel good. That was...unacceptable.
 
“Hannibal?” Will asked, breaking Hannibal’s train of thought.
 
“Yes, Darling?”
 
“Um. You’re...you’re a doctor, right?” He asked, all wide blue eyes and bouncy
curls framing his smooth, sweet face.
 
“Yes. Of bodies and minds both.” Hannibal confirmed, wiping his hands and
stepping away from the kitchen island where he’d been begun early dinner
preparations. “Are you injured?” He asked, although he couldn’t see any sign of
malady.
 
“No...” Will said, blushing and looking down at his feet. He looked absolutely
precious.
 
“What’s bothering you, Will?” Hannibal prodded gently.
 
It took a few moments for Will to speak. “It’s um...well, it’s really uh...wet.
Down there.” He said, impossibly managing to blush harder as he shifted from
one foot to another. It was all Hannibal could do not to touch the boy at the
revelation, wishing he could ask to see for himself. Hannibal wanted to touch,
to taste, but it wasn’t time. Not yet.  
 
“Your body is maturing.” Hannibal explained. “Remember when we went over the
books on omegan puberty?” He asked and Will nodded softly. “Your body starts
learning to produce slick in preparation for your heat. It means you’ll likely
be going into heat within the next few months.”
 
Will nodded again, but there was a frown on his face. “I know...but it doesn’t
look right. Not like in the pictures...”
 
Hannibal nodded. “The discharge can vary in color and texture, especially at
first. If it turns a dark color or gains an unpleasant odor, let me know. But
this is entirely natural.” He reassured, not adding that if anything were wrong
with Will, he’d be the first to know about it, able to smell any changes on him
long before they could prove detrimental.
 
Will nodded very seriously, taking the information into stride. “Okay. And um.
How do I...keep it from getting everywhere?”
 
That was...news. Hannibal hadn’t realized his slick had started to leak in
noticeable amounts. In the first stages of heat, it would be only a few drops
at most. Enough to make the omega feel the characteristic wetness, but not
enough to soil underwear.
 
“I believe you are closer to your heat than I anticipated. I shall procure
omegan sanitary napkins for you to prevent the mess from getting on your
clothes. The stains come out, of course, but I am told the rashes from
prolonged wear of wet underthings are unimaginably unpleasant.”
 
Will smiled then, looking a mixture of grateful and relieved. “Thank you!”
 
“Of course, my darling boy.” Hannibal said, wrapping his arms around Will’s
slight shoulders and breathing in his delightful scent. “I will always care for
you, and you will want for nothing.” He promised, nuzzling gently into Will’s
curls, sweet-smelling as always.
 
“You’re so nice to me...you always have been...” Will breathed, snuggling into
Hannibal’s chest.
 
Hannibal said nothing, knowing that Will didn’t expect an answer. They both
knew that Hannibal would continue to treat Will the same way, regardless of how
much time they spent with each other. If anything, Hannibal had gotten more
protective of his omega and doted on him tirelessly.
 
Jack Crawford had had an unhealthy fixation on Will when they’d first met, and
Hannibal had seen the desire on the man’s face to claim Will for his own, which
is why Hannibal had been a little underhanded in the way that he’d requested
custody of the child. He called in favors and had the matter settled in a legal
and efficient manner, so that when Jack went to the registration office to try
and submit his own petition, it was summarily dismissed.
 
Hannibal had, of course, feigned innocence, claiming that it was nothing
personal and that he had no idea Jack had been interested in the bright little
omega. It was likely the only reason Jack continued to allow him to consult,
that and the fact that as much as he hated to admit it, Hannibal was a valuable
asset to him.
 
Still, Hannibal had made very sure that Jack saw very little if any of Will,
despite his attempts otherwise. Of course, he wasn’t isolated, omegas were
allowed to go to public school until their first heat, after which it was safer
for everyone for them to be taught by a hired omega or beta tutor. There were
omega-only schools of course, but since heats were largely unpredictable until
the omega’s 20’s or so, it caused some to fall behind due to too many absences
during the school year.
 
Alphas and betas went to school together, and the diversity was enough for
alphas not to constantly be picking fights with other alphas. Plus, without the
presence of omegas, there wasn’t a lot for alphas to challenge each other over
anyway.
 
By the time an omega reached college-age, their heats were more or less
regular, and many were able to pursue higher education just like anyone else,
except for places like the South where omega discrimination was still very
prevalent and a very large problem. Of course discrimination was illegal, but
there were little policies and procedures that seemed to stack the odds of
success against an omega.
 
Hannibal knew that in the area Will had lived in as a child, the nearest
university required students to live on-campus in co-ed dorms. A detail that
would make most omegas balk with fear at the thought. Additionally, many
schools adopted strict attendance policies, making it very difficult for omegas
to take time away to deal with their heats as their absences had to be very
well-documented and submitted months in advance.
 
Of course, universities further north were more accepting, and it showed in the
percentage of omegas that graduated. A statistic that many alphas refused to
acknowledge was that many omegas outperformed their alpha peers because of how
much of their pre-college education was one-on-one study with their tutor.
 
Some omegas were allowed to have their parents or guardian tutor them, but
whomever would be taking up that task would have to apply for a license to do
so. Hannibal had of course applied for the license the moment he’d smelled
Will’s approaching heat, pleased to have everything so well in order months in
advance.
 
Hannibal also wasn’t bothered by the idea of Will no longer being around
potentially handsy alphas. Will had a couple of friends, to Hannibal’s
knowledge. Omegas or betas from the smell of them, for Hannibal would know
beyond a doubt if Will had been in the presence of another Alpha. Not that
Hannibal had expressly forbidden it, but Will’s instincts were extremely sharp,
even for an omega. He could undoubtedly sense that the smell of another alpha
would anger Hannibal, and so he didn’t even chance it. It was a good thing,
too. Hannibal didn’t want to have to kill a child, even if it was an insolent
alpha who couldn’t tell Will was so obviously spoken for already.
 
Soon.
 
Soon.
 
------
 
Hannibal woke abruptly, unable to tell at first what had woken him up. However,
it didn’t take more than a second before his senses were assaulted by Will’s
scent, heady and syrupy sweet, a cloying scent that heralded the arrival of
Will’s first heat. In an instant, Hannibal’s mouth watered and his cock was
rock hard. He’d waited years for this exact moment and he wanted to savor it,
savor Will to his fullest.
 
Hannibal glanced at the clock on his nightstand. 3am. Will might still be
asleep, too deep to have been woken by his own desperate need. Hannibal slipped
out of bed silently and padded down the hall, pyjama pants tented obscenely in
front of him.
 
He cracked Will’s door open, only to find the omega in a sort of fevered haze.
Awake, but eyes glassy and unfocused. His blankets were on the ground and his
sheets were soaked through with sweat. Worried for him, Hannibal entered the
room with the intention of checking Will’s temperature, but the second his hand
touched Will’s forehead, Will keened, arching his back away from the bed with a
desperate whine.
 
The scent was so much stronger with proximity and Hannibal felt itchy and
impatient, still he wasn’t just any alpha, a slave to his instincts. No, he had
the mental capacity to keep himself in check and tend to his omega first, try
to ease the symptoms and make sure that what Will remembered of his first heat,
he remembered fondly.
 
Hannibal helped strip Will down with gentle, but efficient motions, and Will
sighed gratefully as the constricting fabric was peeled away. Will’s shorts
were soaked through with slick and Hannibal had genuinely never heard of an
omega producing so much before having had their first child, let alone on their
first heat.
 
Not all omegas got fucked and knotted and claimed during their first heat, but
it was a common enough practice that it was generally good form to have a
bottle of lubricant around just in case the omega wasn’t slick enough. Clearly
that was not going to be a problem here.
 
Hannibal lifted Will, carrying him back to his bedroom where Hannibal could lay
him out against clean sheets, and Will immediately nuzzled into Hannibal,
pressing his face against Hannibal’s chest as he was carried, bridal-style. The
scent and presence of his alpha seemed to calm Will, the fog of heat lifting
enough for coherent thought.
 
“Hannibal...am I in heat?” He asked, voice breathy and tight with discomfort.
 
“Yes, darling. But I will take care of you.” Hannibal promised and Will nodded
absently as Hannibal made it back to his room and tenderly laid Will on the
bed.
 
Will smiled, finally in Hannibal’s bed like he’d been hoping to be for years.
He stretched out languidly on the sheets, rolling over to press his face into
Hannibal’s pillow where his scent was strongest. Hannibal undressed, letting
Will roll around his bed and suffuse the room with his scent. Here, in a room
that used to smell purely of Hannibal, to smell their scents mingled like this
made Hannibal’s mouth water, and his chest grow tight with an emotion he wasn’t
entirely able to name.
 
Undressed, Hannibal helped Will onto his back, and crawled over him, sliding
their bodies together in a slow grind that left them both gasping. Will had
never had this level of skin to skin contact with anyone, and it felt
delicious. He immediately wrapped his lithe limbs around Hannibal, anchoring
him closely. Of course, as Hannibal’s massive length slid over his own little
omega cock, Will cried out in pleasure, already feeling far too overstimulated.
 
Hannibal pressed soothing little kisses against Will’s collarbones and neck, a
hand cupped behind his head to gentle him with the pressure point at the base
of his skull. As Will settled, Hannibal pressed their mouths together, humming
with contentment at the way he was finally able to lick into the hot, wet
cavern. Will was a fast learner, mirroring Hannibal’s actions and sliding his
own tongue out to tease into Hannibal’s mouth. Hannibal felt like he’d be
content to lay here for an eternity, just feeling Will’s body squirming beneath
him while Hannibal kissed him thoroughly.
 
He lost track of time, not that it mattered, caught up in the press of Will’s
lips and the shy little teasings of his tongue. Will brought him back to
himself, though, his moans turning to discomfited whimpers as the need to be
stretched and filled began to occupy the forefront of his mind. Hannibal smiled
against his lips and pulled back after a moment. “Is there something you would
like, Will?” He asked.
 
Will nodded, open-mouthed and panting. “It aches...I just...I need...” He
struggled to articulate what exactly his body was telling him he craved.
 
“Shhh, it’s alright, sweet boy. I know how to fix it. You feel empty, don’t
you?” Hannibal asked and Will’s eyes lit up.
 
“Yes! Yes, it’s so empty, like I’m hungry but different somehow...” He agreed,
small hands slipping between their bodies to wrap around his own stomach.
 
“Mmm, I have just the thing to fill you up.” Hannibal murmured against Will’s
neck as he dipped his head to lick up a drop of sweat which tasted the same way
Will smelled, but perhaps that was more an illusion due to the potency of
Will’s scent. “Delicious boy...”
 
Hannibal pulled back just far enough to flip Will over and start pressing hot,
sucking kisses down his spine. Will’s thighs were glistening, sticky with slick
and sweat and Hannibal intended to taste every inch of him. When he reached the
base of his spine, Will moved on his own, sliding his knees beneath him to
present for Hannibal.
 
Hannibal hummed his approval, sliding hands down Will’s flanks before sliding
inwards to grip him properly and spread him open. Will’s hole was tight and
pink, and impossibly wet, dripping slick with each little twitch of the muscle.
Hannibal licked him once, just a quick teasing flick to taste and tease Will in
equal measure.
 
Will yelped, jerking at the unexpected sensation and Hannibal did it again. The
burst of flavor on his tongue was unlike anything he’d ever tasted before and
he knew he’d never tire of this taste. He licked at Will like a man starving,
pressing his tongue into that tight little hole as far as it would go as Will
moaned and whimpered, trembling as he let his alpha do what he wanted with him.
 
Will’s patience was truly astounding, and Hannibal felt that he deserved a
reward. After all, he’d be able to taste Will again, repeatedly, whenever the
urge struck. But right now it would be cruel to leave an omega without the
satisfaction of a knot, especially on a first heat.
 
“Would you like me to fill you up, now? Would you like to feel me inside you,
Will?” Hannibal asked, panting softly as he moved up to kneel behind Will,
rubbing his cock through the slick, pressing it between Will’s thighs before
sliding back up to catch against Will’s hole.
 
“Yesss...oh yes, please...” Will keened, hips twitching invitingly, and
Hannibal couldn’t imagine denying either of them any longer. He slid inside in
one smooth push, sheathing his cock completely inside Will's body, his moan and
Will's cry melding together in a symphony of pleasure.  
 
“That's it, dear Will, so good for me...” Hannibal praised, “Such a good
omega...”
 
Will preened at the praise, and started moving just as Hannibal started
thrusting, rocking backwards to meet each thrust with a broken little cry.
 
Hannibal watched in awe as Will's body yielded to him, opened up to let him
inside. It was as if he was coring out a space for himself within his darling
omega mate. Because as soon as Hannibal knotted him, he'd bite him and claim
him and there'd be no question about it any longer.
 
Around Hannibal's cock, slick gathered around Will's swollen little hole, now
red and puffy with friction. The sounds made with each thrust were obscene in
the most delicious way imaginable, wet slurping and sloshing noises as his cock
drove inside Will with a purpose. No amount of washing these sheets would ever
completely get Will's scent out, so saturated in his slick they were. Hannibal
reveled in the thought. Not that Will wouldn't be sharing his bed every night
from now on.
 
In fact, Hannibal barely wanted to let him out of bed at all. Wouldn't it be
nice to have his omega lounging about all day, being fed delicacies and
entertaining himself however he pleased while Hannibal was away, only to
welcome him to bed with open arms at the end of the day. Distantly, Hannibal
knew it was but the fog of heat and lust that made him feel this way, but it
was an erotic thought, despite impracticalities.
 
“It feels so good...” Will's voice broke through Hannibal's thoughts.
“...more...please...” He begged, and Hannibal didn't hesitate, tugging Will's
arms behind his back, giving Hannibal more leverage to pound into him as he
gripped Will's forearms where they were crossed at the small of his back.
 
Will keened happily, back arching and curving in a way that was wonderfully
obscene as incoherent whines slipped from his throat. Hannibal's knot started
to rise and Will squirmed as if overwhelmed with sensation, but Hannibal just
gripped him tighter.
 
“It's...it’s too big...” Will stammered, nervously shifting as Hannibal pressed
his knot tighter and tighter against him with each thrust.
 
“Shhh, it's alright darling. Lie still.” He directed, punctuating the request
with a sharp slap to Will's rear.
 
“Ah!” Cried Will, his hole contracting tight around Hannibal's cock in a way he
hadn't wholly been prepared for. However, once recovered from the slight shock,
Hannibal knew he had to feel that again, that tight little muscle clamping down
on him so hard it felt it was cutting off the circulation to his cock.
 
Hannibal kept slapping Will's ass, alternating sides as he made his skin rosy
pink with the abuse. Will seemed to like it as his first shocked yelps devolved
into pleasure-filled moans, and it wasn't long before he was rocking back on
his knees to meet the slaps.
 
Hannibal's knot was rising fast, and he needed to shove it past that ring of
muscle. He abandoned his assault on Will's ass, opting instead to reach beneath
him and stroke his omega’s little cock.
 
Omegas and betas technically had the same size cock, but both paled in
comparison to massive alpha cocks. Hannibal, however, was on the far end of the
spectrum, even for an alpha. Thoroughbreds had unusually large cocks, even for
alphas, and they usually produced at least twice the amount of come that
ordinary alphas did, and boasted much shorter refractory periods. In short,
Hannibal was looking forward to drenching his omega in come and fucking him
non-stop until his heat waned. It would be a crime to leave the desperate
little thing empty for more than a few minutes.
 
Will moaned shamelessly, Hannibal’s hand on his cock distracting him long
enough for Hannibal’s knot to slip inside him. He gasped, tensing for a moment,
frozen as Hannibal’s knot settled inside him, pressing against his prostate
with its bulk as his hole closed around the base of Hannibal’s cock, locking
his knot tight inside.
 
“Oh...oh god...” Will whined, his rim tentatively fluttering around the
intrusion, but Hannibal wasn’t about to move, not when he was so close to
coming, nestled in his omega’s heat. Hannibal slapped his ass once more, a
devious smirk on his face as he did so. Predictably, it made Will tense, and
his hole contracted around Hannibal’s knot, pressing it into his prostate.
 
They both moaned at the same time, and Hannibal couldn’t hold back any longer,
burying his teeth in the juncture of Will’s shoulder and neck and biting down
hard enough to taste blood before coming in thick pulses inside of Will,
painting his inner walls with his come and flooding him entirely. “That’s it,
darling...” He panted. “Let me fill you up, breed you right...” He murmured.
 
The combination of his words and the pressure against his prostate, as well as
Hannibal’s hand on his cock which hadn’t stopped it’s stroking, had Will
shaking and trembling as he came all over Hannibal’s hand and sheets. Hannibal
stroked him through it, milking his smaller cock in time with the way Will’s
hole was milking Hannibal’s knot.
 
Hannibal could already feel the bond forming as his saliva mixed with Will’s
blood and the bonding hormones that the glands beneath his skin secreted.
Within the next 24 hours, Will’s scent would begin to smell like a combination
of the two of them, declaring him mated. Will of course, had the option of
returning the mating bite and could claim Hannibal as his own, as well. This
would finalize the bond, tying them together in a way that was irreversible.
Not everyone did this, and not just out of some kind of notions about alpha
supremacy. No, complete bonds came with other side effects, like enhanced
empathy between a bonded couple and enhanced healing. However, it also meant
that if one died, the other would follow not long after. This was the main
reason not everyone completed bonds, especially couples with young children.
But it also wasn’t unusual for a couple to bond later in life when that was no
longer a worry.
 
Hannibal could see that the young omega’s limbs would likely not hold him up
much longer, so he carefully tilted them onto their sides so he could spoon
Will while continuing to pump him full of his come, his balls emptying into
Will. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that it would catch, and the thought of
Will carrying his children was beyond arousing, and Hannibal ran a possessive
hand over Will’s abdomen, distended slightly with the sheer volume of ejaculate
that filled him up.
 
“Are you alright?” He asked, mouthing at the bite mark on Will’s neck and
licking the blood away, savoring the heady, tangy taste in his mouth. It tasted
delectable in the way that the rude never did.
 
“Mmm...feels good...floaty...” Will mumbled, pulling Hannibal’s arm tighter
around himself. It wasn’t uncommon for omegas to experience a euphoric-like
state when knotted, and Hannibal chuckled softly to himself, letting his omega
enjoy the experience. His omega. His mate. His.
 
“Mine...” He growled softly and Will hummed in agreement, snuggling back into
Hannibal’s chest, soft hair tickling his back. Hannibal’s body covered his
almost completely enveloping him and Will had never felt safer in his life.
 
Hannibal’s cock continued to pulse inside of Will, albeit at a slower pace,
tapering off gradually. Each aftershock made them both shudder with the
sensation, and Hannibal knew that by the time his knot went down, Will would
likely be ready for another round. It was a mechanism that thoroughbreds had
evolved to ensure successful breeding. The less time between one knotting and
the next, the less likely that a rival alpha would be able to knot the omega in
their stead. So they had developed much longer knotting times, to coincide with
the omega’s next wave of heat.
 
In the meantime, though, Hannibal was more than happy to hold his omega in his
arms like this. Connected so intimately, and snuggled together comfortably,
Hannibal drew a soft fleece blanket around them. Thin enough not to overheat
Will, but just warm enough to cover the parts of him that Hannibal couldn’t.
Will appeared to have passed out, body no doubt exhausted and Hannibal glanced
at the clock, noting that it was nearly dawn. He yawned and buried his nose in
Will’s curls, inhaling his sweet scent and letting it lull him to sleep.
 
He drifted off with a last, lingering thought about how now that he was finally
allowed to hold his omega, he had no intention of ever leaving him bereft of
touch.
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