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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Hannibal_Lecter, Will_Graham, Will's_Dad, Will's_Mom
  Additional Tags:
      Pedophilia, Underage_Drug_Use, Masturbation, Come_Marking, Somnophilia,
      Alternate_Universe, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Cannibalism, Hand_Jobs, Anal
      Fingering, Age_Difference, Blow_Jobs, Semi-Public_Sex, Possessive
      Hannibal, Underage_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements
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      Published: 2014-01-21 Updated: 2014-07-01 Chapters: 6/? Words: 10085
****** My little William ******
by Hyx_Sydin
Summary
     A newly qualified Doctor, Hannibal buys his first house. On meeting
     his new neighbours for the first time, the Graham's, Hannibal becomes
     enamoured by their young son William and is determined to make the
     boy his.
Notes
     This fandom has corrupted me! Before it, I would never have written
     something like this but I've been plagued with plot bunnies and gave
     in, like the weakling I am.
     Besides this fic, I have other stories planned for Hannigram which I
     might work on eventually.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hannibal marks William as his.
Will hardly weighed a thing as Hannibal lifted him up off the sofa and up into
his arms. He snuggled the little one to his chest before heading up to his
bedroom and placed the boy in the already turned down bed. He took a moment to
brush some of the unruly curls away from the angelic face before heading back
downstairs and locking the house up for the night; remembering to clean up
after their late night snack of cookies and milk. Once the first floor was
secured, he returned to his bedroom to remove the young boy’s gown and
slippers, which he then placed in the guest bedroom. Hannibal took a moment to
turn down the covers of the bed, so that he would not have to later, before
turning on the room’s adjacent bathroom’s light, door fully open and switching
off the bedroom’s light before securing the second floor. The excitement of
finally having young William to himself like this, had been building throughout
his execution of these tasks and his heart was beating faster in his chest, and
a thrum of arousal was settling in his loins. Returning to his room once more,
he sat on the edge of his bed and checked the boy’s vitals, relieved to find
that everything was normal for someone in a deep sleep.
“I am so glad to see I did not use too much sleeping draught on you darling
William.” He murmured, once again carding his fingers through curly hair.
Standing, Hannibal quickly undressed; first folding then placing his nightwear
on his dresser. Now fully naked, he crawled onto the bed to kneel over the
sleeping boy and gently undressed him, folding his pajamas and underwear and
placing them on the nightstand. Hannibal moved to sit at the boy’s feet,
admiring the view of the flawless skin before him and the innocence of Will.
Taking a foot in his hands, he made a close-up inspection of the boy’s toes,
feet and up until his leg joined his hip before moving to the other leg where
he repeated the procedure. Once his examination of Will’s legs was done, he
started at his hands and made his way up Will’s arms to his shoulders.
“You truly are beautiful William.” He whispered into a shoulder before placing
soft kisses on the palms of Will’s hands and then the soles of his feet.
Turning the boy onto his stomach, Hannibal started his inspection at the nape
of Will’s neck and worked his way down his body until he reached the boy’s
delicate behind. Cupping each cheek, he massaged them gently before he parted
them to have a look at his boy’s hole.
“So young and sweet and innocent.” He crooned as he lowered his face to nuzzle
William’s butt, sniffing gently at his pucker before kissing it.
By this time, Hannibal’s penis was fully erect but he ignored its throbbing to
finish his inspection. Turning the boy over once more, he started under Will’s
chin and moved down his chest, stopping before he reached the boy’s groin.
“All this unmarred, porcelain skin just begging to be tasted.” He murmured as
he leaned forward to dart his tongue into the little belly button before moving
up to lick at Will’s nipples.
He continued his examination, this time of the little one’s face as he ran his
fingers through the curls while placing kisses on Will’s forehead, eyelids,
adorable little nose, cheeks, chin and finally his lips; where he ran his
tongue over them before forcing the boy’s mouth open in order to lick inside.
“Hmm,” he hummed, “you taste so good.”
Unable to ignore his throbbing erection, Hannibal brought his groin flush with
Will’s, groaning at the sensation, lazily circling his hips. Not wanting to
orgasm yet, he sat up and moved downwards to do the final inspection. The boy
was circumcised and had the cutest penis and scrotum he had ever seen. Burying
his face there, he breathed deeply before moving to take the flaccid penis into
his mouth, rolling it over his tongue while his fingers explored the boy’s
balls. Releasing the penis from his mouth slowly, he then took Will’s scrotum
into his mouth and explored his penis with his fingers; the boy was in a too
deep, drugged state of sleep for his body to react to the stimulus but Hannibal
didn’t need that, this was enough for him.
Examination complete, Hannibal brought himself to all fours; hands beside
Will’s head and knees at his hips before balancing on one hand in order to use
his right to stroke himself. He started slow despite the urgent throbbing need
for release, and built himself up to a powerful orgasm, releasing all over
Will’s chest. Once he had milked himself dry, Hannibal lifted up onto his knees
and spread his ejaculate across the boy’s chest, rubbing it in as much as he
could with his right hand. Satisfied, he turned the boy onto his side, grabbed
a sheet to cover them with, and then snuggled up tightly behind his William.
“You are mine now, my darling William. I won’t let any harm come to you, or
allow anyone to ever come between us. That I promise you.”
---
Hannibal did not sleep; instead he revelled in the feeling of the smaller body
in his arms, and formulated plans to get Will’s parents to allow more
sleepovers. Some hours later, the beginnings of arousal settled in his loins
once again, and he rubbed up against Will while fantasizing about all the
things he wished to do to, and with, his boy. Feeling close to orgasm, he
pushed the boy forward onto his front and brought himself to orgasm all over
the little one’s back; he once again rubbed his ejaculate into the boy’s skin.
Sated, and finally tired, he brought the boy to his chest once more and dozed
off.
Hannibal woke an hour or so before sunrise, and took a moment to nuzzle his boy
before throwing the sheet off of them and dressing young Will. Once they were
both dressed, he carried the little one to the guest bedroom and settled him
into the bed, pulling the covers up and tucking him in properly. He sat there a
moment, watching the boy sleep before smoothing his curls back and placing a
gentle kiss on his forehead.
“We will have such fun today, my little William.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hannibal detects a threat against his boy and takes steps to protect
     him.
He was stopped at a red light when in the distance he recognised his boy; the
sight filled him with happiness and he could feel a grin breaking out on his
face. As he watched, William darted across the road, he frowned at this because
the pedestrian crossing was not too far away and much safer; he would have to
have a word with him. A short distance behind William, another figure darted
across the road as well; the person was wearing a dark cargo pants and black
hoodie with the hood up despite the warm weather. Driving now that the light
was green, he watched as first William and then the stranger turned into one of
the side roads. Feeling worried he turned down into the road as well, driving
slowly as he passed the stranger to see him watching William intently, his
hands clenched into fists at his side. Glancing ahead Hannibal caught sight of
a gas station and quickly pulled into the parking lot, only getting out of his
vehicle when he saw his boy.
“Will?” he called out, a smile on his face and waving his boy over. The younger
one glanced up quickly, his face immediately breaking into a smile when he
noticed his friend.
“Hannibal!” he cried out happily as he jogged over excitedly until he stood
before Hannibal, shyly peeking up at him through his eyelashes. “It is good to
see you.”
“It is good to see you as well William.” He said, always surprised and happy by
his little one’s manners. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked,
indicating the shop as he surreptitiously watched the stranger walk by much
slower than before, eyes darting between Will and himself, lips twisted in a
sneer. ‘So he had been following my boy! I will have to do something about
that.’
”N-no thank you Hannibal.” His little one stammered eyes now fixed on the
ground at his feet, his hands in his pockets.
“Come now William,” Hannibal said happily, dropping a hand to squeeze his
shoulder as he turned towards the store and led the way inside. “I insist!”
                                     -----
The next day, Hannibal donned the disguise of a much older man and waited
outside William’s school as the bell rang to indicate the end of another school
day. He had already caught sight of his target, the other man standing in a
driveway further up the street chain smoking as they waited. He was curious to
see if the stranger was only interested in his boy or if he followed whichever
child caught his fancy. It was ten minutes later when William passed the
bastard, who immediately dropped the cigarette he was smoking and followed,
that the horrible truth was made known to him.
Hannibal stood from the bench he had been seated on and followed as well,
maintaining a suitable distance between himself and the other man while keeping
an eye on the distance between the bastard and Will; any sign that it was
closing and he would take the other out irrespective of it being broad daylight
– his boy’s safety came first.
William seemed in no hurry to be home as he ambled down the various streets; as
he passed the gas station from the day before, Hannibal was pleased to see his
boy check every car in the lot, a smile on his face only for it and his
shoulders to drop in disappointment. The bastard had tensed up when William
checked the lot for his car but had immediately relaxed at his boy’s obvious
disappointment. As they finally approached the Graham residence, Hannibal
slowed down allowing the gap between himself and the bastard to widen, as they
both watched his boy jog the remaining distance shouting for his mother as he
made his way through the small gate onto their property. The front door opened
and Janet Graham stepped out onto the porch, Hannibal’s chest ached as his boy
hugged her tightly before heading off into the house, it was so good to see his
little one happy.
Now that his boy was safe, Hannibal could focus on the bastard who was
following his boy home; the other man had also slowed down as he had watched
William happily enter his home but now he hurried away. Hannibal continued
following until a couple of blocks later when the bastard quickly entered one
of the dilapidated houses which lined the street. Hannibal continued pass,
memorising the address and surveyed the place for when he would return later.
---
Later that night, Hannibal slipped into the bastard’s house through his
unlocked back door and was disgusted at the state in which he found it. Making
his way through the house, he eventually found the other man reclined in front
of his computer masturbating to child pornography. He watched in repugnance as
a young boy was forced to take an obese man’s erection in his mouth and
‘pleasure’ him, a pudgy hand tightened its hold in dirty blonde hair and the
boy clenched his eyes closed tighter as tears leaked from them; Hannibal’s
stomach roiled at the thought that this bastard pictured doing that to his boy.
Quick as ever he jabbed the syringe in his hand into the bastard’s neck and
compressed.
When the man regained consciousness it was to see Hannibal seated at his side,
“The drug in your system renders you unable to move although you can still
feel.” Hannibal informed him conversationally as he picked up his scalpel. “I
wish you to die a slow painful death for what you have undoubtedly been
thinking about my boy; therefore after I have removed of your thigh muscles I
am going to nick several of your veins and watch you slowly bleed to death. Now
let us get started!”
                                     -----
Saturday dawned bright and warm, the perfect weather for his little get
together; the Graham’s had been delighted by his invitation, William most
especially because they would continue his swimming lessons. As such, his boy
came over earlier than his parents as Hannibal was preparing everything for
their lunch and perched himself on one of the bar stools at the counter and
watched him work.
“I am almost done William and then we can get started on your lesson.” He
informed his boy who graced him with a quick smile and a firm nod.
“Thank you Hannibal.” Always so polite and proper, his little William.
It had been some time since their last lesson, and even longer since that night
his boy had slept over; so to be allowed to touch his little one freely once
again was exhilarating. The time passed quickly and soon Will’s parents joined
them insisting that since Hannibal had already prepared everything, they would
see to barbequing the burgers. He activated the pool cover giving William more
space to play in. Excusing himself after ensuring everyone had a drink and
everything they’d need to get started on the food, he made his way upstairs for
some much needed alone time.
The room he entered had windows which opened onto his backyard and the blinds,
when tilted the right way, provided him full view of the yard without letting
anyone see him. Finally alone, Hannibal allowed the arousal which had been
coursing though his veins ever since William had agreed to come early for
swimming lessons to escalate until he was fully erect. Standing at the window
while watching his boy play, he relived the hours before when he had touched
soft, pale flesh freely, when he had felt that little body pressed against his
own, when it had been just the two of them. His erection now throbbing
painfully for attention, he slipped off his swim trunks, ran his hand through
his hair to wet it before finally wrapping his fingers around his erection.
Unbidden, his mind was filled with images of little William: the shy peek
through eyelashes, the quick shy smile, the brow furrowed in concentration
while the tip of his tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth, the wide
grin before he broke into a laugh accompanied by sparkling eyes, how innocent
he looked in his school uniform, the glint of the sun off his still wet skin,
how he’d looked splashed with Hannibal’s ejaculate marking the boy as his own.
Forcing his eyes open, they immediately found his precious boy, as he
remembered exactly what that little body had smelled and tasted like; his
orgasm when he finally allowed himself to come was powerful as he ejaculated
all over his hand, lazily stroking himself as he came to the decision another
sleepover was definitely needed. After cleaning himself up and changing into
comfortable clothes, he made his way downstairs to his guests.
---
It was in the early hours of the next morning when he entered his neighbour’s
home; his first stop the kitchen where he placed the cuts of meat he had
brought along into the freezer, glad to see the ground beef he had given Janet
in there already. He quickly made his way up to William’s room, placing the
clothes he carried into the boy’s closet before making his way over to the bed
and gazed down at the sleeping boy.
By the time the Graham’s had left his house, Will had been exhausted and was no
doubt sleeping deeply. Seating himself on the edge of the bed, Hannibal
smoothed the boy’s hair back, thumb caressing the skin it came into contact
with. He desperately wanted to climb in and hold his boy through the night but
knew that was not possible; perhaps in time he could convince the little one to
share his bed during sleepovers. For now, he had to take what he could get; so
he leaned forward and nuzzled his boy before covering his face with soft
kisses. Before leaving, and unable to resist the urge any longer, he pulled the
covers off the boy and then pulled his pyjama pants down to his knees before
burying his face in the boy’s groin. After several deep breaths, he covered
William up again and silently left the house with his boy’s scent once again
memorised.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Hannibal's friendship is cast aside, only for his affection to be
     returned.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Will, as he insisted on being called, was thirteen years old when he barged
into Hannibal’s home one Saturday afternoon and stated that they could no
longer be friends. That it was inappropriate for someone Hannibal’s age to
spend so much time with a boy so much younger than himself; especially since
Hannibal touched him more often when it was just the two of them. The teenager,
he once again insisted that he was no longer a boy, then stated that if
Hannibal did not stay away from him, he would tell his parents everything, even
going so far as to embellishing the truth if it resulted in them keeping
Hannibal away from him. They stared at one another then; Will trying his best
to scowl at him, arms crossed while Hannibal stood, for the first time not sure
what to say. After a drawn out silence Will demanded that he promise to stay
away from him, waiting until the older man had repeated the words before
leaving.
Hannibal waited until William had left to visit a friend before he made his way
next door to speak to his boy’s parents. According to Janet, the guidance
counsellor at school had convinced William that his friendship with Hannibal
was wrong and that he had to end it. She and Frank trusted him with their son
though, and they had tried to change his mind but they had been unsuccessful.
They’d both smiled at him sympathetically as Frank told him to be patient;
William would not be able to stay away from one of his oldest friends for very
long.
Hannibal went hunting that night, killing the three most incompetent nurses he
had ever had the displeasure to work with. After harvesting their organs, he
left their naked bodies sprawled across the lawn of William’s guidance
counsellor, open bellies up.
---
William was fourteen when Janet informed Hannibal that her son was dating one
of his classmates, Alana Bloom. She then went on to talk about what a nice girl
she was, what nice parents she had, what a good influence she’s been on
William, how she encouraged him, blah blah blah. Hannibal made the appropriate
noises to keep her talking while his mind was filled with images of his boy
allowing her, the pretty little brunet girl he had met at one of William’s
birthday parties, touch him in ways Hannibal craved to. It was the mention of
William’s ineffectual guidance counsellor that had him tuning back into the
conversation long enough to learn the other man had encouraged William to ask
the girl out.
That night he kidnapped the meddlesome fool and stripped his body of all edible
parts over the next three days, burying his remains on the school grounds.
Knowing Janet would be doing her fortnightly grocery run soon; Hannibal made up
a parcel of some of the meat to last them that long and took it over the next
day.
---
William was almost fifteen when he broke up with Alana; this time it was Frank
who had passed on the information. He and Janet were not sure why though
because their son refused to speak to them, but it could not have been a bad
thing because he and Alana were still friends.
Hannibal spent hours that night searching the internet for the perfect birthday
gift for his boy; he settled on two things. Firstly, a set of encyclopaedias
about animal biology; William had often spoken about becoming a veterinarian.
And secondly, a model of a 19th-century English frigate; William had been in
awe of the ships in Pirates of the Caribbean and had raved about them so much
Hannibal had bought him a book about ships from that time period.
---
The Graham’s went out for dinner to celebrate William’s sixteenth birthday and
then he was meant to spend the weekend after at his friend’s house, so it came
as a surprise when Hannibal opened his front door in answer to violent knocking
to find his boy on his doorstep. William stumbled in smelling of alcohol and
cigarettes and ranting about someone named Beverley who had offered to
‘deflower’ him and how he didn’t want that, didn’t want her. It was then that
he threw himself at Hannibal, clutching at his dressing gown and nuzzled his
face into the older man’s neck rambling on about how Alana had been an
experiment to see if spending so much time with Hannibal had made him gay; that
after he broke up with her because there wasn’t anything there, he started
flirting with one of the boy’s at school that he knew to be gay but there
hadn’t been anything there either; after that he spent a lot of time watching
porn trying to figure out what was wrong with him, until the other morning when
he’d looked out the window to see Hannibal swimming; there was a rush of want
and without knowing it he had started rubbing at his dick, bringing himself off
just to the sight of Hannibal almost naked and wet all over and would Hannibal
just please, please fuck him! Hannibal had to concentrate hard to make out
William’s slurred speech which had gradually gotten softer and softer, after
several moments of quiet he glanced down to find the boy had passed out.
Hannibal scooped the young man up and carried him to the guest bedroom where he
placed him in the bed and proceeded to remove his shoes and jacket, checking
William’s eyes he found that he was wearing his contact lenses which he
carefully removed. After a quick trip downstairs, he placed a bottle of water
and some pain medication on the bedside table as well as a spare pair of
spectacles in William’s prescription. It had been so long since he had been
this close to his boy and he spent several minutes just watching him sleep
before making his way to his own bed. Tomorrow morning should be interesting!
Chapter End Notes
     Chapter 1 was kinda easy to write but the next chapter will be my
     first attempt at sex stuffs . . .
     Let me know what you guys think of the time skip, I just wasn't sure
     if there was something else I could've written in-between . . . I'm
     okay with people leaving suggestions! <3
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Hannibal had been waiting several hours for William to finally wake. He had
already checked on him several times to ensure his boy really was still asleep,
and not just hiding from him. He had even placed a clean set of clothes on the
armchair in the guestroom, after picking up the scattered articles of clothing
William had been wearing the day before. Hannibal had been pleased to see young
William had taken of the pain medication, and finished the bottle of water some
time during the night. All he needed now was for William to wake, so that they
could discuss last night’s drunken ramblings.
It was nearing lunchtime when Hannibal heard the distant sounds of water
running; most probably William was taking a shower. He made his way to the
kitchen to prepare them something to eat and was nearly done when William
joined him, looking good in the black slim boot cut jeans and fitted red check
shirt Hannibal had bought for him a few days before. He and Janet Graham had
come to an understanding regarding the clothing Hannibal bought her son; she
would present the new clothes to William, and whatever the boy did not like she
returned to him. Hannibal was charmed when he discovered that William was not
wearing any shoes; his toes peeking out from under the denim.
Smiling at the young man before him, Hannibal was disappointed to find him
staring at the ground. “Good day Will, I hope you slept well. I have prepared a
light lunch for us, perhaps you would prefer to wait in the dining room while I
finish up, there is juice and tea available.” William merely nodded, eyes still
trained on the tiles at his feet before hurrying from the room; Hannibal sighed
as he contemplated what William’s behavior meant, definitely something not
good.
As they ate the only sounds were that of their cutlery moving on their plates;
the silence between them stifling. Will did not know what to say while Hannibal
was unsure as to how receptive the other male would be to what he wanted to
say. As soon as they were both done, Hannibal started clearing the dishes from
the room, surprised when William stood to assist him.
“I’m sorry Doctor Lecter,” Will mumbled out as Hannibal started to wash the
dirty dishes, a drying cloth in his hand. Before, William had always referred
to him by name when they were alone, something Hannibal had delighted in. “I
know being drunk is not an excuse for my behavior last night; it’s just . . .
the alcohol made me feel like I could do anything and I needed that last
night!”
When the boy said nothing further, Hannibal spoke up, “What was it you wanted
to do last night that you needed to get drunk at the young age of sixteen
Will?” He glanced up to see he was chewing on his lower lip, “Was there any
truth to what you said last night . . . about me?” Hannibal understood that
alcohol lowered the inhibitions; William might not have ever planned on telling
him the things he had said the night before, therefore the answer to his
question would determine how things proceeded further between them.
“Everything I said . . . I meant it all Hannibal!” Once again Hannibal glanced
up, this time making eye contact with his beautiful boy, who was smiling shyly
at him as a blush tinted his cheeks pink.
Dropping his eyes and turning back to the dirty dish in his hand, Hannibal
tried not to show his happiness. “My friendship is not a fickle thing Will; you
tossed me aside rather easily th-”
A pair of arms wrapped tightly around his chest as William pressed himself up
against him, “I am so sorry Hannibal! I was young and scared, and I didn’t
understand what I was feeling for you! My guidance counsellor told me it was
wrong . . . it was wrong to want you to hold me, to want you to kiss me, to
want you to love me and only me! I was so scared; he said it was wrong, that
you could go to jail! I didn’t want that! I didn’t want you to be punished
because of what I felt for you! I’m sorry Hannibal, so sorry, please forgive
me, I’m so sorry...”
Hannibal turned within the embrace and wrapped his own arms around his little
one, hushing him as he kept apologizing, and rubbed soothing circles on his
back. William quieted down easily, turning his face into Hannibal’s neck where
he placed sloppy kisses, his hips gently undulating against Hannibal’s groin.
He tried stilling the other’s movements but William was persistent, already
feeling the effect he was having on the older man as Hannibal’s cock swelled
and his breathing became more labored; it was then that William dropped to his
knees.
The boy nuzzled his face into Hannibal’s groin, hands grasping at his pants
legs as he took several shuddering breathes before reaching forward with
shaking hands to undo Hannibal’s belt and trousers, allowing it to pool at his
feet. He watched as William stilled when he noticed the black lace-up trunks he
was wearing, pleased at the little noise he made before quickly undoing the
laces to partially reveal smooth skin. Wide blue eyes lifted up to stare at
Hannibal as a thumb grazed the bare skin; the older man smirked down at his boy
and moved his hips so that the thumb brushed against the heated flesh of his
erection. William actually keened, his eyes darting down to have a look, as he
slowly moved his thumb. Hannibal’s underwear was swiftly pulled down to join
his trousers and then William’s hot mouth was around his cock, eager to feel/
taste/pleasure him.
Unprepared, Hannibal clung to the counter behind him as his knees weakened
under him, after a moment he managed to gasp out a few words as the boy
continued to suck on him, “Willia- . . . Will! Please . . . let up!”
Immediately the boy pulled away, flushed red and avoiding eye contact, as he
calmed his breathing. “I’m sorry Hannibal . . . I don’t exactly . . . I don’t
know what I’m doing.”
Hannibal buried a hand in dark curls and used that hold to tilt Will’s head
back, “You do not have to do this Will. I will not think any less of you.
Please do not force yourself!”
Scared blue eyes flickered up to meet his gaze before dropping again, “I want
to do this for you Hannibal,” he murmured as he leaned forward to mouth at the
base of his erection, a hand lifting up to trail teasingly along the shaft as
if committing everything he felt to memory.
It aroused him more knowing that his boy was inexperienced, that William wanted
to do this for him! Hannibal held back a moan as he continued to mouth along
his length as his fingers still trailed gently. It was when William started
lapping at the head of his cock that Hannibal groaned, his hips twitching
forward wanting more. William pulled away quickly, his eyes darting up to
Hannibal’s face before lowering to his feet, his unruly curls brushing lightly
against Hannibal’s sensitive flesh. It took all of his restraint but Hannibal
succeeded in not making a sound, not at the loss of William’s pretty mouth or
at the feathery touch of his hair, although his voice did shake when he spoke.
“Will?”
“I’m sorry . . . I I didn’t think you’d watch,” the younger male stammered and
Hannibal had to bite at the inside of his cheek to hold back the growl at his
boy’s innocence. “Knowing you’re watching . . . that you want to see . . .
you’re making me nervous Hannibal…”
Hannibal watched as the blush on his boy’s flawless skin darkened, “You would
prefer that I did not watch?”
William nodded, eyes darting up to meet his, “I’m sorry I’m so bad at this…”
Dropping his eyes, William found himself looking at the leaking tip of
Hannibal’s cock and gasped, eyes immediately darting back up. “I still want to
do this for you though,” he finally managed to mumble out, fingers twisting
together in his lap.
Hannibal brought a hand up to caress his cheek, “I will promise not to watch my
dear but I want you to promise me something.” William merely tilted his head to
the side, more firmly into Hannibal’s hand. “I want you to promise that when
this happens again, you will allow me to watch.” He watched as his boy’s eyes
widened and he chewed on his puffy lower lip, a moment later he was nodding,
Hannibal smiled as he too nodded before closing his eyes and tilting his head
back.
For what felt like ages William did not move and then he could feel breath on
him seconds before his cock was once again engulfed by a hot mouth. William
brought his hands up to grip Hannibal’s hips as he lifted up onto his knees,
taking in more of Hannibal’s flesh as his tongue ran along the veins on the
underside of his erection, occasionally trying to wrap itself around it.
Hannibal gripped the counter harder as he resisted the urge to bury his fingers
in William’s soft curls to keep his head still, wanting to bury more of himself
in his boy’s delicious mouth. Slowly pulling off, William stopped when he had
just the head in his mouth and sucked on it, causing Hannibal’s resolve to
weaken and he fisted a hand in Will’s hair painfully. Letting the head drop
from his mouth William panted, trying to regain his breathe; Hannibal relaxing
his hand and carding his fingers through the curls in apology.
Hannibal moaned as William began to nibble around the slit of his cock, tongue
darting out to lick up the pre-cum that trickled out. His stomach muscles
fluttered as William’s one hand released its grip on his side and caressed his
skin as it moved towards his cock. The boy was once again exploring Hannibal’s
erection with light teasing strokes; using his thumb to trace veins as he
loosely fisted it. It was the feel of William’s teeth light grazing over his
scrotum that pushed Hannibal over the edge he was not even aware of being close
to. Quick as he could, he shoved his boy out of the way as he came, moaning
William’s name.
When he could breathe again, Hannibal opened his eyes to find his boy staring
at his softened cock as cum dripped from the slit. Dropping down to crouch in
front of him, he gripped one of William’s shoulders to steady himself and used
the other to tilt his face towards him, “Are you all right my dear boy?”
“I’m . . . yes,” He nodded, as a smile slowly spread across his beautiful face.
“How about you?”
“I am better than all right; I have not felt this good in a long time.”
Hannibal said as returned the smile, pulling up his underwear and redoing its
laces. “Now, do you need some help?” He asked, indicating William’s groin with
his hand. Immediately the boy’s eyes dropped and he shook his head. For a
moment Hannibal did not understand and then it hit him; his boy had climaxed in
his pants! “There is clean underwear for you upstairs-” Again the boy shook his
head, squeezing his eyes shut as he blushed. “Will?”
“I . . . in the shower earlier . . . it takes me a while . . . after, to . . .”
As he stammered out his response he scooted away from Hannibal, eyes still
downcast and quickly got to his feet. Waving his hand at the ceiling, he darted
a glance at Hannibal, “I’m gonna…” and then fled from the kitchen.
Sighing, Hannibal pulled his trousers up as he stood, resolved to changing his
clothing as soon as he could; his suit was rumpled and stained. Heading up to
the guestroom, he marveled at how loose and sated his body felt after the
orgasm brought on by William; the first he had shared with another person in a
very long while. The door to the bedroom was standing open; an indication
William wasn’t trying to hide from him, and he could see his boy curled up on
the bed. Sitting down next to him, Hannibal carded his fingers through the dark
curls, not sure if he should broach the topic of Will’s refractory period or if
he should just ignore it for now.
“I’m sorry,” his boy mumbled, pushing his head into Hannibal’s hand. “My head
still hurts a bit, I took from the pain medication…”
“That’s good,” he replied, massaging his boy’s scalp as he watched the lithe
body relax. “We’ll talk some more after your nap.”
William pushed up onto an elbow to face him, “Hannibal . . . earlier, was that
. . . okay? That I did that . . . without asking?” He flushed again, refusing
to make eye contact.
He could not help but smile at his boy’s shyness as he tilted William’s head up
and waited for him to make eye contact. “My dear boy, if I did not want you to
do something I would stop you. And I thoroughly enjoyed having your mouth on
me!” Hannibal grinned when a blush spread across William’s cheeks and he
dropped his eyes, leaning in he kissed him on the forehead and then on each of
his heated cheeks, before dropping a light kiss on his lips. “Get some rest
now.”
Hannibal sat with William until he was sleeping peacefully and then headed to
his room for a quick shower and a change of clothes; once done, he returned to
cleaning his kitchen.
Chapter End Notes
     Lemme know what you guys think, this is the first time I'm writing
     something like this which is probably why I'm struggling with the
     next chapter because it's more sex stuffs!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     So . . . this took forever and a day to finish. I had two different
     versions for this chapter, both half written before life got in the
     way, and then I had to decide which one I actually preferred before
     finishing it.
     I am still debating on whether I should write more for this or not :?
     Also, this has not been beta'd, so all mistakes are my own and I
     apologise profusely!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sitting at the head of his dining table, reading through an online medical
article it takes the clearing of his throat for Will to catch Hannibal’s
attention. His boy is standing awkwardly in the doorway, clothes sleep rumpled
and curls in disarray; smiling Hannibal stands and extends a hand to beckon him
closer. “I hope the rest has you feeling better Will?”
Will nods as he hesitantly steps into the room, stopping halfway down the
length of the table to lean against it. “I . . . thank you Hannibal, for
putting up with me.” His hands are fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as he
stares at the floor. “I suppose you want to talk about what I said last night .
. . and what I did, earlier…”
Hannibal moves around to stand before his boy, raising a hand to cup his face,
thumb caressing his cheek as he turns it towards him. “I don’t really want to
talk, do you?” Not waiting for an answer he leans in to brush his lips against
Will’s, who inhales sharply before darting his tongue out to lick at Hannibal’s
lips.
Smiling, Hannibal stepped forward until he had Will pressed up against the
table, right hand still cupping his face while his left settled on the boy’s
hands which were still clutching at his own shirt. “You can touch me, if you’d
like Will.” The hands immediately loosened their grip and moved to clutch at
his clothes; Hannibal’s left hand started undoing buttons as his right pulled
his boy’s face close before sliding upwards into curly hair. “If you want me to
stop, all you have to do is say so Will,” he murmured as he pressed kisses onto
his lips.
Hannibal suckled on his lower lip before latching onto his chin, his boy
panting as he pressed his lithe body up against his, “William . . . want you to
call me William . . . missed it . . . please Hannibal!” Grinding up against
him, Hannibal was thrilled by the pleading; chanting his boy’s name
breathlessly into his ear as he finally managed to undo the last of his shirt’s
buttons. Pushing the shirt off with both hands, Hannibal caressed the revealed
skin as he nibbled and sucked on an earlobe; William stood clutching at him,
head thrown back panting.
“William,” he purred as he circled the boy’s nipples with his thumbs, causing
his breath to stutter. “I want you to lie back onto the table; can you do that
for me?” He pulled away to look into uncertain eyes, “Would you like to stop?”
“No!” his boy gasped as he flushed, the lovely colour spreading down his neck.
The hands holding onto him released and William hopped to sit on the table
before leaning back to fall onto his elbows. Biting his lip, he glanced up at
him through his hair and hesitantly asked, “Is this okay?”
“More than okay my beautiful William,” Hannibal whispered as he leaned forward
to kiss him, deepening it until the boy opened up for him and he licked into
his attractive little mouth. William’s legs came up to wrap around his waist,
hands gripping Hannibal’s shoulders keeping him close, as his hands stroked
down William’s chest until they reached his jeans.
Struggling with the buttons, Hannibal growled in frustration and pulled away to
see what he was doing; William moaned at the loss of his mouth as his chest
heaved. “I apologise love,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on the fluttering
stomach. “As good as these jeans look on you, they’re in the way. Absolutely no
zip, six of the most difficult buttons and they’re too tight to just pull down…
There!”
William giggled as Hannibal triumphantly yanked at the jeans, causing it and
the boxers he wore to slide down, freeing his erection and eliciting a moan
from the boy. Hannibal watched as his William realised he was exposed and
quickly covered his impressive cock with his hands shyly, as he blushed and
averted his eyes. “Please don’t look Hannibal!”
He chuckled as he pulled the jeans and boxers off and took a moment to take in
the breathtaking scene before him; William lay on his dining table, pert butt
at the edge, legs dangling over the side, cheeks and neck and chest flushed,
with his hands clasped over the evidence of his arousal. “I will do more than
just look William,” he murmured as he rested his hands on the smaller pair. “I
plan on touching you, feeling you, smelling you, tasting you,” he took hold of
the hands and pinned them to the table above his boy’s head as he leaned over
him. “Look at me my lovely little William.”
The flush on his cheeks darkened as he turned his head towards Hannibal,
chewing on his lower lip as his eyes flickered from his nose to his eyes and
back. “No more,” the older man reprimanded, taking the abused lower lip into
his mouth, sucking on it gently before running his tongue over it soothingly.
“Would you like me to release you William?” he asked, kissing him on the chin.
“Would you like to put your clothes back on William?” he kissed his right
check. “Would you like to return home to your parents William?” he kissed above
his right eye. “Would you like us to pretend you did not say anything last
night William?” he kissed him on the forehead. “Would you like us to pretend
nothing happened earlier today in my kitchen William?” he kissed above his left
eye. “Would you like to go back to not being friends William?” he kissed him on
his left cheek. “Or would you like me to take you into my mouth and suck,
nibble and lick until you orgasm down my throat me dear sweet, lovely little
William?” he purred as he caught and held eye contact, letting the boy see his
lust before leaning in to kiss him properly, the kiss quickly becoming heated
as William opened up to him and eagerly explored Hannibal’s mouth.
Initially William had tried to escape his hold, and then he had tried to catch
Hannibal’s lips with his own, eventually giving up to mumble No’s! at the
questions posed to him, his legs wrapped tightly around Hannibal as he thrust
his hips up against him rhythmically, moaning at the feel of his erection
dragging against the rough material of Hannibal’s suit.
Releasing William’s mouth, he kissed and licked his way down his neck. “Want
you . . . Hannibal,” William whimpered, still rubbing up against him. “Want you
to . . . to fuck me . . . please Hannibal . . . fuck me.” Hannibal growled
grinding his hips into William who whined at the feel of his coarse trousers
against his tender flesh.
“Do not tempt me William,” Hannibal gasped out against his shoulder, pulling
back to look down at his boy. “When I finally claim you, it will be in my bed.
Understood?”
William nodded fervently, struggling to free himself as he spoke, “Let me up
Hannibal, and we can go now.”
Hannibal chuckled at his boy’s eagerness but shook his head in the negative, as
he transferred William’s left wrist to his left hand, slowly gliding his right
hand down his body to where they were pressed together. “That, dear one is for
another day.”
William narrowed his eyes as he pouted and as he opened his mouth to speak,
Hannibal leaned down to claim his mouth in a kiss, his fingers caressing the
smooth skin beneath his hand. Releasing his boy’s hands, Hannibal buried his
left hand in soft curls as he pinned William’s head to the table as he mouthed
down his throat.
“Hannibal,” the boy whined. “You’re still fully dressed!” He chuckled against
William’s skin as he sucked a mark into it, at the juncture between shoulder
and neck. “Hannibal,” he grumbled unhappily before pouting once again, “I want
to touch –“ he gasped suddenly as he arched off the table when the fingers of
Hannibal’s right hand trailed down the length of his straining cock, his entire
body trembling as he came unexpectedly.
“No…” the boy whined as soon as his orgasm had passed and turned his face away
from where Hannibal was mouthing at his collar bone. Hannibal lifted his head
to see a dark flush sweep up William’s neck and face as he buried it in his
hands, his shoulders were hunched in and he was curling in on himself, well as
much as he could with Hannibal still resting above him. “William?’ he
questioned softly.
“I’m so sorry Hannibal,” he mumbled out through his hands, “I didn’t mean to
come so soon.” The mortification his boy was feeling was evident in his tone
and body language and Hannibal did not want that for his boy. “It’s perfectly
all right my sweet,” William turned to look at him, horrified. Hannibal smiled
gently as he smoothed William’s hair back with his left hand, “It is kind of
flattering actually.” His smile grew into a grin as he rubbed their noses
together while maintaining eye contact, “We will have to do this more often to
help you last longer, practice does make perfect.” William giggled as he
flushed and eagerly returned the kiss Hannibal initiated, turning to lay on his
back and pressing up against him once again.
“What about you?” William asked shyly after they eventually separated for air,
pressing his thigh up against Hannibal’s erection. “I–” Hannibal started to say
as he pulled away from where he had been nuzzling William to look down into his
eyes. “I would like very much to come on you William, may I?” His boy’s eyes
grew impossibly wide as a blush bloomed on his cheeks and he gaped at him. “You
want . . . you want to come . . . ON me?” he stuttered out disbelievingly,
Hannibal nodded decisively as he watched William carefully who scrunched up his
nose and tilted his head to the side as he gazed at the older man. “Why?”
Hannibal’s lips thinned as he cupped William’s face tenderly, ”If we are going
to continue doing this there will be no others, you’re mine now dear William,
and I intend to mark you as such. If that is not what you want, then this goes
no further. So, what is it that you want William?” William closed his eyes,
head tilting to the side once again, a sure sign he was thinking; Hannibal took
the time to memorise his boy like this in case it was not what he wanted. A
smile slowly spread across William’s features as he opened his eyes; love,
affection and trust shining in them, “I am yours Hannibal, whatever you want or
need from me.”
Hannibal smiled in return as he leaned down to kiss him quickly before pulling
away again, taking a step back, “I want you to scoot back William, until you
can rest your feet on the table as well.” William nodded and did as he was
told; distracted when Hannibal pulled his tie off and tossed it somewhere
before undoing first his waistcoat’s, and then his shirt’s, buttons with his
left hand; the right resting at his side, fingers playing with the come that
covered it.
“I could help?” he offered, causing Hannibal to pause what he was doing to look
up at his boy, groaning at the sight as his cock grew impossibly harder.
William was pushed up onto his elbows, feet on the table but legs spread out to
give him full view of the older man, his ejaculate drying on his stomach and
flaccid penis, his tongue peeking out between his lips as he smiled cheekily at
him and his pupils were blown.
Shirt buttons all done, Hannibal climbed up onto the table to kneel over
William, “Be a good boy for me little William and undo my trousers.” His boy’s
eyes lit up at the request and he readily complied, groaning when he realized
that Hannibal was not wearing any underwear. Above him Hannibal chuckled, “I
was hoping things would come to this once you woke my sweet, now rest back.”
Pushing his trousers to below his ass, Hannibal dropped forward to rest on his
left hand as he trailed the fingers of his right down to his straining
erection.
Looking at his boy, he found that his eyes were shut tight, bottom lip caught
between his teeth, his body held stiff and his hands fisted at his side.
“William?” he called gently, blue eyes fluttered open immediately and he looked
up at Hannibal confused. Smiling, Hannibal leaned forward to press a kiss to
his boy’s lips, “I want you to watch,” he said as he pulled away and wrapped
his fingers around his cock. “I want you to see what you do to me,” he purred
as he began stroking his cock. William’s hands grabbed Hannibal’s shirt and
held it out of the way to give him a better view as his eyes snapped downwards.
He kept his eyes on his boy’s face, drinking in the way his eyes never strayed
and the sounds he made as he watched Hannibal pleasure himself. It didn’t take
long before Hannibal felt the stiffening of his scrotum and his orgasm ripped
through him, causing him to growl out William’s name as he came, his eyes
squeezed shut. When he could breathe easily once again, Hannibal opened his
eyes to find William watching him with wide eyes; his chest and stomach were
covered in Hannibal’s ejaculate as well as some in his neck and on his chin.
Hannibal smiled as he dropped his hand to his boy’s stomach, “You okay my
sweet?” William licked his lips as he nodded, his eyes dropping down first to
Hannibal’s softening cock and then to the mess on his chest as he flushed.
Hannibal dropped to his forearm before licking his come off of his boy’s chin,
"I could lick you clean if-” before he could finish his sentence William was
kissing him, his tongue darting into his mouth to coax Hannibal’s tongue into
his mouth before sucking on it. Hannibal smoothed his hand up his boy’s body
and began rubbing his ejaculate into William’s skin.
When oxygen became necessary they parted and Hannibal brought his right hand up
to spread of his come onto William’s face, starting at his forehead and working
his way down. “You’re mine now William, only mine. I do not share!” he murmured
as he made eye contact with his boy. A tentative hand came up to touch his
forehead, before trailing down his face; Hannibal stilled his own movements and
smiled softly as he watched the blue eyes follow the movement. “I won’t share
you either Hannibal,” his boy replied, conviction in his voice. “Fair enough my
sweet,” Hannibal responded before capturing his lips in a gentle kiss.
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Neither of them knew how long they stayed like that; Hannibal rubbing his come
into William’s skin as they shared gentle kisses. But eventually they made
their up to the main bedroom to shower; Hannibal’s third and William’s second
for the day. Afterwards, once they were both dressed, William left for his
friend’s house to fetch his things before heading home, and Hannibal cleaned
and then polished his dining table, his cock stirring in his pants.
Chapter End Notes
     All comments welcome! :) Thanks for the read...
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Just a little something which came to me when reading how much people
     like possessive Hannibal ^_^
     I will hopefully, eventually write about Will's first time (which
     hasn't happened yet - could be because it is also, maybe, Hannibal's
     first time with a male :?)... haven't decided yet.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hannibal was standing in the queue to pay for his purchases when he saw him,
his William, with a group of his friends. He had urged his boy to continue on
with his life as he would normally, with the exception of renewing his
friendship with the good doctor (the excuse he would give to his parents when
he spent Saturday and Sunday mornings next door – Frank and Janet had each, on
separate occasions, told him how happy they were that he and Will had patched
things up), and since William could not spend this Friday night with him, he
had agreed to go out with his friends to the cinema.
The shop he stood in, which sold very good vegetarian meals and was much better
than anything he’d find in the hospital cafeteria (he had been too distracted
by the nubile young man between his lips to think of packing in dinner for
himself), opened up onto the food court. There were eight of them in total,
laughing and talking happily as they picked at their fast food.
William sat at one end of the table, on his right was a young brunette girl he
recognised as Alana and on his left was a tall, lanky young man who had his
hand on his William’s forearm, thumb caressing the skin beneath it. Incensed,
he removed his mobile phone from his jacket’s inside pocket and sent his boy a
message: William?
He looked up in time to see William furrow his brow before digging his own
mobile phone out, and smiling happily at what he saw on its screen. His phone
vibrated in his hand as it received a response: Yes Hannibal?
The tension in his shoulders melted as he watched William lean back in his
chair, eyes glued to the screen of his phone eagerly, the movement removing the
interloper’s hand from him. Are you having a nice time out with your friends?
The smile on his boy’s face grew as he quickly responded: Yes, but I’d rather
be with you *pout*
Hannibal could not help but respond to that smile with one of his own,
especially when he saw how hard his boy fought not to actually pout, but before
he could reply accordingly, it was his turn to pay. One moment.
Hannibal stepped up to the cashier and quickly paid for his purchase wanting to
get back to his boy, his break was only so long. Once done, he stepped out of
the way of anyone and returned his gaze to William; who was blushing faintly as
all of his friends’ attention appeared to be on him. Hannibal had come to
appreciate the many shades which William could flush, and loved teasing his boy
until he was a nice shade of red and hot under his touch. What would you rather
be doing with me?
And after a little thought he sent: Or should I say – what would you rather be
doing TO me?
As expected, the blush darkened and spread once his boy had glanced down at the
phone in his hand, shielding it from the prying eyes of his friends; Hannibal
was pleased to note that the lanky young man seemed to tense up further. A new
message: Hannibaaaaaaaaaaaal :(
Hannibal frowned at the message uncertain of its meaning, and watched as his
boy excused himself and made his way to the restroom typing, and then received
a new message: I’m a teenager who just discovered his dick actually works.
You’re the hot older neighbour who I’d really like to fuck me already. Sending
me something like that gets me all hot and bothered! I’m at the mall which is
not a great place to be sporting wood!
Hannibal felt want pool in his groin as he read the message; a quick glance at
his watch informed him that he might have time for what he had planned. As he
typed out his next message he made his way to the men’s restroom: If it’s free,
go into the furthest stall.
Pausing at the door, he waited for a response which didn't take long: I’m in
the second last one, the other is out of order. Now what?
Hannibal typed out his next message but did not send it until he had stepped
into the restroom, ascertained there was no one standing around and then
knocked on the second last stall door:Please open the door.
He heard a gasp from within the stall and then the door was flung open,
stepping through he placed a finger over his boy’s lips and then locked the
door behind him. Turning to face William again; he found his arms full of a
nubile young man who was determined to cover his face in kisses. Humming
happily, he grabbed the small chin with his free hand to still William’s
movement and then Hannibal proceeded to map the inside of his mouth with his
tongue.
Pulling away he smiled gently at the dazed look on William’s face, placed a
quick kiss on his mouth and then edged around him. “We do not have a lot of
time little William; your friends are waiting outside and I have to get back to
work.”
Hannibal placed his package on the wall behind the toilet, no longer hungry and
unwilling to eat food which was in a public restroom, before removing his
handkerchief from his pocket and placing it on the closed lid of said toilet;
sitting down, he held his hand out to his pouting boy. “Think you can be quiet
for me, my sweet?” he asked mischievously as he pulled William to stand between
his legs, at the nod he smiled.
It was but a moment’s work before Hannibal was savouring the warm weight of
William’s erection on his tongue, and knowing they did not have the time for
the long drawn out teasing they usually indulged in, he used what information
he’d gathered on what his boy liked in order to bring him to orgasm quickly.
William had fisted his hands in the shoulders of Hannibal’s jacket, bitten into
his lower lip to stifle his noises, and tilted his head down to watch – a soft
drawn out moan escaped him as he came down Hannibal’s throat.
After licking his boy clean, Hannibal stood and kissed William and allowed him
to suck the taste of himself from Hannibal’s tongue as the older man pulled his
briefs up. With his boy distracted, Hannibal opened up his own clothes to get
at his erection, which he took in hand and stroked quickly. William pulled away
to gasp for breath and tried to step away, but was stopped by the hold Hannibal
had on his briefs as he pulled it away from his skin. Hannibal allowed himself
to grin at the way his boy’s eyes widened when he saw that Hannibal was
stroking himself; blue eyes darted up to his as a pink tongue swept across a
bite swollen bottom lip. Hannibal was immediately reminded of his little boy
with his brow furrowed in concentration while the tip of his tongue peeked out
at the corner of his mouth. The thought pushing him over the edge, William
gasped as he felt Hannibal come onto him.
Hannibal released the band of William’s boxers and then proceeded to make
himself presentable, all the while watching William; who was standing stock
still, arms held away from his body, eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.
Hannibal gently closed his mouth, rested a hand over the dampness of William’s
boxers and leaned in to whisper, “You are mine my sweet, remember that the next
time you let one of your little friends linger with their touches and caress
you.”
He pulled away and caught William’s eye, his boy blushed as he ducked his head,
peeking at him through his eyelashes as he nodded; Hannibal’s heart swelled
with affection. Hannibal stepped back and gathered his things; the area outside
of the stalls was empty and who knew how long that would last, placed a quick
kiss on his boy’s pouting lips and left.
As he pulled his car into his parking spot at the hospital, his phone vibrated
with a message: My friends think I have a girlfriend I’m hiding from them and
that I had phone sex with her in the men’s room!!!! :(
As long as William’s friends knew he was taken he did not care about much else,
his response was: I will make it up to you in the morning William.
Chuckling he sent a second message: With my fingers!
His phone then proceeded to vibrate multiple times as numerous messages came
through, all of them containing only exclamation marks. Pleased with how his
trip to the local mall had turned out, Hannibal switched his phone off with a
smile on his face as he pictured his boy naked, panting, covered in sweat and
ejaculate, body flushed a lovely pink, squirming as Hannibal’s fingers
relentlessly stroked his prostrate...
Chapter End Notes
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