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will waited, as always, in hannibal's dim lobby. it's 7:29 pm, and he stares at the same painting as usual, a bluebird perched on a singular branch. as much as he hates to admit it, he's excited to see hannibal, despite driving in the heavy snow to be here. their visits had converted from weekly to daily, and the door always opens at-
"good evening, will. please, come in," hannibal says as the door swings open, stepping aside. a quick glance at his watch tells will that it’s 7:30 on the dot. he lets his eyes trace hannibal's 6'0 figure, tucked into a dark grey suit today, a pumpkin-orange tie trailing down his chest and disappearing under his vest.
he steps into the dimly lit office, only the fireplace and a few small lamps providing little spots of illumination around the grand room. it’s warm and comfortable in contrast to the rough winter just outside, and the smell is different today. it's spicier than normal, cinnamon and something he can't describe.
he tries to place the smell, sniffing the air quietly as he drapes his jacket across the back of his usual leather seat and continues past it. he wanders on towards the framed art that he’s seen nearly every day for the past few months.
"so," hannibal interrupts his thoughts, and he turns back to him, humming in question. "what would you like to talk about today?" hannibal asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he seats himself in the low, dark chair.
"it smells different in here today." will can't help but bring it up, the smell becoming slightly intoxicating the deeper he breathes. hannibal was that way himself, infuriatingly intoxicating.
"yes, i'm trying out a new candle. do you like it? i can burn it during our sessions, if you'd prefer?" the sentence rolls from hannibal's tongue fluidly, his regal accent prominent. he watches will carefully, eyes following him as he paces along the wall slowly.
looking over again, will nods. "yeah, yeah. it's nice." he takes the extra moment to notice the candle flickering on hannibal’s desk, the color deep brown if he had to guess. there’s a fancy logo on the glass that he’s never seen before.
"good, i’ll keep that in mind," hannibal states before redirecting the conversation. “how’s work going? i recall you mentioned a lack of sleep last session. any improvement there?”
will sighs, still distracted, “it’s all the same, you know that.”
with a sharp inhale, hannibal shifts in his seat. "will, if you don’t mind, i'd like to try something out today."
"what's that?" will says, his curiosity officially piqued. he finally wanders over to the chair, sitting down. hannibal's black, polished shoe glints with the reflection of the candlelight flickering on his desk.
"i figured that, seeing we've been spending more time together, we should try a sort of bonding activity," hannibal says, his hands folded gently in his lap. a bit of his hair is messy, straying away from the neat combover he typically kept.
"bonding?" will questions. "patient to psychiatrist, or just a conversation?"
"a silent conversation. that is, if you want it to be," there's a suggestive edge in hannibal's voice that is unfamiliar to will, intriguing.
"i'm listening," will says, adjusting his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
hannibal gives a small smile, an audible breath of amusement. "very well," he says, standing up and motioning for will to join him. "now, i must warn you that it is a bit..." he trails off for a moment, searching for the right word. "unorthodox."
will hums, standing and waiting for instructions. "what is it?" he asks curiously. for the first time in his months of knowing the man, hannibal looks hesitant, which makes him nervous.
"i'm not quite sure how to describe it. would you trust me to simply demonstrate, instead?" hannibal walks in the direction of the chaise, seeming pleased that will follows him without question.
"i trust you," will says automatically, unsure if his words were true. hannibal nods, approaching him. he takes a step back, quirking an eyebrow at hannibal. the taller man lightly places two fingertips on will's chest, leading him backwards, backwards, until his back is pressed against the familiar rungs of the wooden sliding ladder.
hannibal crowds his space, leaving him generally trapped against the ladder. "um," he chuckles nervously, "i'm a little lost here."
“for this exercise you must give yourself over to me, allow yourself to relax. take a few deep breaths.” will obeys without knowing why, taking a shuddering breath. he’d been dealing with a persistent headache since the morning, and he felt it lessen magically. the cinnamon, perhaps? either way, he doesn’t respond to hannibal, only gives him a short nod.
"if you’re feeling okay, let’s continue," hannibal says, and reaches to place a hand on will's jaw. he slides it down along the column of his neck and to his chest, leaving flames in their path along will's clothed skin. he’d never had physical contact with hannibal like this before, so it left him speechless.
hannibal leans forward, sniffing the crook of will’s neck, and leans back. "have you ever experienced a sexual attraction to men?"
"wh-what?" will stumbles over the word breathily, violently aware of the warmth of hannibal's flat hand seeping through the flannel button-up he wore.
"it's quite a simple question, will." the constant use of his name makes will's stomach drop, again and again, as hannibal's long fingers pull the first button of his shirt open.
will shakes his head no, but isn't sure of the truth in that, either. such simple actions from hannibal were making his body overheat, his heart pounding, the cinnamon only adding to the stuffiness of intimacy.
"i must admit, i find you quite beautiful," hannibal says, not giving will time to react before he continues. "that's why i'd like to do this activity, to get to know you better, all of you. we should anyways, right? seeing as how often we are together."
his second button comes undone, and he feels his pants tighten with pressure, the blood pumping delightfully down, down, down. he felt so weird, being so excited by the simplest of actions, and questions. hannibal’s forwardness is what really gets him there, breath quickening.
will continues to sputter, his knuckles white as he grips the edges of the ladder pressing into his body. "h-how exactly is this a bonding experience?" he questions, angry with his body as his back involuntarily arches into hannibal's touch. everything was progressing so quickly, making him dizzy.
"i've seen most of you, will. most of your mind, that is," hannibal works on the third button, finally pulling the fabric aside to touch his chest, light yet burning him alive. "they say, in the few seconds before an orgasm, and during, your true self comes out… due to the vulnerability of it all."
"an orgasm?" will practically gasps, his heart skipping a beat while hannibal's hands seem to search for it. his large hand splays across his chest, fingers pressing into the skin, trying to get closer to his heartbeat. will almost wishes he could let hannibal in, let him run his expert fingers over the organ.
"yes, i would like to see that part of you," hannibal says, pulling his hands away from will to reach into his own jacket, retrieving a small packet of lube from the inner pocket. "do you still trust me, will? i won't proceed if you're feeling doubtful," he dips to look into will's downcast eyes, guiding his gaze back up to him with a finger under his chin.
will feels like he should refuse, and still doesn't want somebody to see all of him, but the pulsing between his hips steers him to say otherwise. he's trembling, nostrils flared, and glasses slipping, but he nods. "i-i still trust you," he huffs, hands still frozen on the ladder. there's no denying how much he wants this, has wanted this.
"take off your shoes, first. then, undo your belt and unbutton your pants for me," hannibal orders with a short nod, and will has to get himself to let go of the ladder before anything. this moment feels so fragile, like any sudden movement would break him from the one trance he didn't want to escape.
he's slow to get his hands to move, but shakily pulls at the laces of his boots in the limited space between he and hannibal, having to lean on the older man for balance. hannibal welcomes it with a stable hand, watching him step out if his boots and kick them to the side.
whenever he stands again, he unbluckles the dark belt around his waist as it jingles pleasantly, and unbuttons his jeans, unzipping them as well.
"very good," hannibal whispers under his breath, so quietly will almost misses it. but he doesn't, and it elicits something near a whimper from the back of his throat, the quiet praise clouding his brain. hannibal reaches down and greedily tugs at the bottom half of will's flannel, pulling it from where it was messily tucked into his pants.
"t-this..." will starts, hands moving back to their place on the ladder. "this is a wildly inappropriate thing for us to be doing, patient and therapist." still, he lets hannibal unbutton his shirt fully, leaving it hanging open on his body.
"i mentioned that it was unorthodox, yes?" hannibal says, glancing at will as he studies his torso. "i'm not sure if i'm officially your therapist, either. we never specified. what do you think?" the words slip in such a casual manner that it frustrates will.
will's breathing at his point is heavy, warm. "i don't know," he says. "if we were patient... and therapist... is this legal? ethical?"
"i think you know very well that i'm not affected by the means of legality, will. nor ethics, at that," hannibal suggests, running his fingers over will’s body, making his stomach tense.
he does know, and so he just lets his eyes close, resting his head back on one of the rungs. "suddenly, i feel a bit shy,” he mentions, swallowing thickly as hannibal’s warm fingertips press against the veins lining his lower abdomen.
"shall i undress as well, then? shall you undress me, will? would that make you more comfortable?" hannibal asks, already shedding his suit jacket due to the sheer heat of the office now. the fireplace crackles on the other side of the room, the only sound apart from will’s heavy breathing and hannibal’s soothing voice.
will sighs, nodding as he wills his hands to move again. they fumble while he attempts to loosen hannibal's tie, and hannibal brings his large hands up and over his, helping him. "th-thank you," will says, smiling weakly. hannibal stays quiet, releasing will's hands, allowing him to pull the warm-colored tie from around his neck.
will works on the three buttons of the dark vest that fit hannibal so perfectly, eventually sliding it off of his shoulders. with each article he releases, hannibal folds it over itself and hangs it on one of the high rungs above will's head. he has will pause and pulls his shiny shoes off, leaving them perfectly side by side, neat in comparison to will’s worn boots tipped over and separated.
will takes a little too long on his button-down, so hannibal takes it upon himself to undo them quickly—keeping his stupid, elegant manner intact—and untuck it from his slacks.
"we are even now, see?" he says, giving will a small smile. will smiles back, but allows his eyes to travel down to his slacks, still buttoned and zipped.
"your pants..." will mentions quietly.
"yes? what about them?" hannibal asks, glancing down.
"they're still buttoned, let me-" he reaches down to undo them himself, but hannibal's hands gently catch his. confused, will looks back up to the man.
he eases will's hands away from his waist. "i don't intend on presenting all of myself in this activity, will."
that doesn't seem fair at all, will thinks. he frowns slightly, making eye contact with hannibal, an uncommon occurrence. "please?" he whispers.
"i don't think you'd particularly like seeing all of me," hannibal suggests warningly, picking a piece of lint from will's shoulder. he smooths his hand over the loose fabric draped over his torso and doesn't miss how will's body leans into the touch.
"please, hannibal?" will pleads again, a bit louder than the last time. he knows hannibal has a soft spot somewhere deep within him, and abuses it as he softens his eyes and raises his eyebrows—something he only did when he really needed something from the man. tonight, he really needed this.
will can almost see it on his face as hannibal's resolve cracks, and he clears his throat, glancing around. "fine," he says, unbuttoning and unzipping his own pants. will can't help but smile, crooked as always.
hannibal reaches down, fingers dipping beneath his jeans, and he looks at will carefully. "do you still trust me?" will's breath hitches, and he nods hurriedly, swallowing thickly.
taking his sweet time, hannibal leans down to smell will again, humming in thought. he speaks whenever he straightens. “lean forward and smell me, will. what do i smell like to you?”
will abides, smelling the collar of hannibal’s shirt. “like you,” he says. hannibal always had a unique, expensive smell. “expensive,” he admits, chuckling breathlessly.
“tell me: do you like it? the way i smell?” hannibal asks, fingers trailing along the hem of his jeans. will doesn’t say anything, just nods as he breathes in more of that cinnamon scent.
mostly satisfied, hannibal tugs will's jeans down to the halfway point of his thighs, and allows will to do the same to him. achingly slow, hannibal reaches for the waistband of will's plaid boxers, snapping the elastic against his skin. a small moan escapes will's lips before he silences himself. the anticipation is killing him just as slowly as hannibal pulls his boxers down, freeing his cock, hard and already leaking.
"just as beautiful as i imagined," hannibal says, reaching to assess will's veiny length by tracing his fingers over the hardness. his dick twitches in response, throbbing eagerly.
will holds in any noises, clinging onto the last few bits of sanity he has in an attempt to sound any less pathetic than he already did. "a-and you?" he asks, stuttering again.
hannibal exhales, long and precise. he retracts his hands from will and pulls down his briefs, black. hannibal is already half-hard which makes will blush. he’s bigger than him, uncut yet similar in girth, and curved delightfully upwards. he wants badly to reach forward and touch him, so close that his leaking tip is almost touching his, but he instead goes to push his glasses up his nose again.
wordlessly, hannibal tears the corner from the lube packet and lets some fall into the palm of his hand. he's about to reach forward, but pauses, which makes will want to scream.
"are you ready to begin, will?" hannibal asks for confirmation, eyes questioning.
"yes, i'm ready, please." will lets go of his pride and allows himself to beg hannibal under his breath, his hips inching forward involuntarily.
hannibal finally takes will's length into his hand, spreading the lube along him. he places his free hand on will’s hip, keeping him pinned against the wood.
will lets out the first real moan, never being able to stay quiet whenever it was only himself. he lets his head drop so he can watch as hannibal's hand works him slowly, but hannibal reaches up and cups the side of his face, picking his head up. with his hips free, he can’t help but gently thrust into hannibal’s gorgeous hands.
"the activity will provide the best results if you maintain eye contact with me, will," he says, an order more than a suggestion. will nods slightly, loving the pressure of hannibal's hand on the side of his neck. "tell me: does this feel good?" hannibal asks, speeding up slightly.
will can't keep the noises in, letting his gasps and moans fall freely from his lips. "yes," he responds softly without giving it a second thought. he glances down and sees hannibal's cock twitch, returning his eyes to hannibal's, which have a small, warm glint in them.
"yes?" hannibal repeats, speeding up more.
"agh- yes, hannibal," the name feels so good to say, tastes amazing in will's mouth. his eyes shut, and he repeats his name like a prayer, quietly.
“your sounds are better than any music i’ve ever heard, will.” hannibal gives him a generous squeeze, hand stilling so that his thumb can rub over will’s slit, more precum rushing to join.
will’s hips jerk, his tip extremely sensitive under hannibal’s hand. “oh, god. hannibal,” will gasps, reaching up for the man’s thick forearm like he needs it for balance.
“do you like it when i speak to you like that?” hannibal’s voice falters, a hint of unfamiliar, strained desperation coating his sentence.
will nods frantically as best he can with hannibal’s hand digging into his neck. it’s as if the room was filling with a deep, black liquid, splashing up to coat the windows and isolate them, giving them all the privacy in the world.
the loss of touch and loss of leverage found by holding hannibal’s arm is what snaps will's eyes open, and he immediately begins to protest, cutting himself off whenever he can see hannibal spreading the leftover lube along his own dick, groaning quietly. "hannibal?"
"shh, i will take care of you, don't worry,” hannibal reassures, taking the extra half-step needed to press their cocks together, taking both of them in his hand.
if he was turned on before, this was another level for will. it was hot, seeing hannibal react so impulsively because of him. the experience was unquestionably heightened by the feeling of hannibal's pulsing, hot length pressed against his.
"oh, fuck," will moans, looking down at the way hannibal was adjusting them so that their cocks both pointed upwards, shafts pressed closely.
"i'll take care of you," hannibal whispers, glancing around for the lube he had just abandoned, a frustrated grunt coming from deep within his chest whenever he can't find it. he resolves to let a glob of spit fall from his lips, dropping warmly where their tips meet. hannibal gathers it quickly and uses it to properly lube himself, his hips thrusting upward in search of more friction.
will can't look anymore, head falling back to rest on another rung as his eyes squeeze shut, hips canting upwards just as hannibal's do. they effortlessly fall into a rhythm of exchanging thrusts, quickening once they get comfortable. the slick noises of their lubed lengths fills the room and makes will lightheaded.
"so beautiful, so good," hannibal whispers, gripping the side of the ladder near will's head for leverage. he groans, head dropping to watch as their bodies move together.
"feels so good," will whimpers pathetically, his hand reaching up to grip the edge of hannibal's open shirt. he repeats himself, over and over. "so good, so, so good. yes."
he feels hannibal’s hand gently tug on his wrist, urging him to release his iron grip of the ladder. he does, and peeks down to notice that hannibal was guiding his hand towards their joined members. it elicits a filthy moan from between his lips when he realizes hannibal wants him to help.
“group effort… yes?” hannibal struggles to get his words out evenly, taking will’s calloused, eager hand and wrapping it around them. he returns his hand to the other side, fingers long enough to envelop part of will’s hand, too.
will’s wrist twitches whenever hannibal spits down again, coating his palm. he automatically goes to spread the spit along his fingers. as hannibal begins to move and stroke, he guides will’s hand with him.
the newfound tightness, the heat, pulsating wetness. it’s heaven on earth. he can tell hannibal is trying to keep his composure, but lets his own dissolve as he moans shamelessly.
“oh my god,” he whines. “fuck- i can’t believe we’re—mmph—doing this,” his eyes gloss over and he forces himself to look towards the fireplace, knowing that if he looks at the man or their hands, he wouldn’t last.
“it’s only because of your cooperation,” hannibal strains. grunting as he speeds their hands up. “you’ve been a good boy for me.”
fuck. will had never been called that, but it was like music to his ears. it made his stomach roll and his body tense, screwing his eyes shut as he nods along.
“very, very good boy. showing up to your appointments on time, waiting patiently for me, being so honest,” hannibal continues the relentless praise, rewarding him with more speed and more spit. more, more.
will was become somewhat unresponsive, babbling and thanking hannibal over and over, feeling that black liquid take over their bodies, attempting to drown them in the cinnamon scent. he hiccups on the deep breaths he’s sucking in through his open mouth.
“such a pretty cock, fitting so perfectly with mine. perfect hands, beautiful boy. good boy, allowing me to do this,” hannibal rambles desperately. the praise is getting to be too much, his eyes rolling due to the heat of it all, the black liquid now threatening to suffocate him, to enter his lungs and take him over.
"are you going to cum this way, will? with my hand wrapped around us, with yours, too?" hannibal asks between grunts, the entire process leaving both of them drenched in sweat.
will nods frantically, feeling himself nearing the edge. "yes, i am, yes," he sounds like a broken record, his brain fried with the electricity of the atmosphere, and of hannibal.
"you must look into my eyes whenever the time comes, will," hannibal says, releasing his grip on the ladder and returning his hand to will's jaw and neck.
"soon," will says, his entire body beginning to tremble. it was as if he was heading towards the edge of a cliff, being led by hannibal, tipping between horrified and thrilled. he can't see over the edge, can't decide whether it's water or rock waiting for him at the bottom.
"me too," hannibal says, clearly holding in sounds of his own.
suddenly, at hearing that the doctor would cum from this, too, will is chasing his orgasm hurriedly, sprinting towards the edge of the cliff. "hannibal, hannibal," he moans, hips jerking wildly. he reaches up and under hannibal’s unbuttoned shirt, digging his fingernails into hannibal's shoulder. he can hear hannibal hiss, but it tumbles into a beautiful moan.
"let go, dear." hannibal urges him, staring into his eyes while he waits to see all of him. "you've done so well, will. cum for me, let me see you," hannibal repeats himself.
hannibal’s words throw will over the edge. no, it’s not water at the bottom— it’s that black liquid, waiting to take over his body. he’s almost scared to reach it, worried he’ll drown in it. his heart pounds and his stomach drops as the first shockwave hits him, moaning hannibal’s name.
his jaw drops and his eyes roll slightly as he cums on hannibal's hand and cock, dripping onto himself as well. his fear was not needed, because the black liquid is warm, welcoming, consuming.
he's making noises he didn’t know were possible as his orgasm keeps going, waves crashing against his body as more cum seeps out from him, and as hannibal continues to stroke the both of them together.
"look, will. look," hannibal says, waiting for the very second will opens his eyes to have his own orgasm, and will finally understands the activity.
it's beautiful, the vulnerability in the way hannibal's eyebrows come together as he finishes, his eyes being the true windows to his soul as they present something terrifyingly raw, but only for a split second, before they flutter shut and he groans gorgeously, the warmth of his cum splattering messily against them.
will can't quite smile yet, but he feels a sick joy bubble up in his chest, reminding himself that hannibal trusted him enough for this, and that he was willing to return that trust and multiply it by 100.
as hannibal recovers with his forehead on will's shoulder, he sighs. "are you alright?" hannibal asks, leaning back to look at him. they're both covered in sweat, their cum mixed in between them. hannibal hasn't let go of their members yet, holding them close as they gradually soften.
"yes," will says, and means it. hannibal finally releases them, as does will, and takes a small step back. he sighs and reaches above will's head, retrieving his handkerchief from his suit jacket. he shakes it so that it unfolds, and cleans will's stomach and hand off first, then his own, pausing before he wipes his hand.
"do you mind? i'm curious as to how you taste," hannibal motions to where their cum is gathered on the back of his hand. the forwardness makes will blush, but he doesn't say no. offering a quick smile, hannibal brings his hand to his mouth and takes a small lick at the mixture.
will groans quietly, both in disgust and in fascination. "it's not bad," hannibal claims, using his clean hand to swipe a bit of it onto his middle finger. "open," he says, lifting his hand to will's lips.
"mm-mm," will denies, shaking his head.
"it'll help with the bonding, i promise you," hannibal says, offering the finger again, closer to his lips. he raises his eyebrows, waiting patiently.
will sighs and opens his mouth, letting hannibal reach in and spread the mixture onto his tongue. "there you are," hannibal says, content. will sucks gently on hannibal's finger, and lets him explore his mouth further, running the pad of his finger over his gums and teeth, beneath his tongue, and as far back as he could take it.
eventually, hannibal pulls his finger back and wipes both of his hands down, giving will a smile.
"that was very effective, thank you for bearing with me," hannibal says, pulling his pants up and tucking his shirt back in.
"you're welcome," will says dryly, copying hannibal's actions. he can already feel heavy sleep pulling at his eyelids.
"take a moment in the bathroom, and we can discuss how that went once you're ready," hannibal says, redressing himself. "i'll use the one upstairs. i won't be long," he promises.
"sure," will nods, still recovering from whatever just happened.
hannibal steps back, but reaches forward again. "i wasn't lying, will. you did very good for me," he says, a small smile on his lips. "perhaps we can do another similar practice sometime."
will managers to smile weakly, and heads towards the bathroom, fighting the wobbling in his knees. anxiety rocks his stomach as he leans against the sink, the realization dawning on him.
he splashes his face with cool water, washing away the sweat that gathered on his forehead. staring blankly at the blurred mirror for 5 minutes does him some good, ears ringing in the absence of noise.
hannibal is waiting patiently for him whenever will emerges from the bathroom. he’s sitting back in the leather chair, one leg cross over the other.
“i was thinking maybe you’d ran off,” hannibal suggests, watching as will makes his way to the seat across from him.
will chuckles, jaw clenching after. “no, no. just needed a few minutes,” he sits down and sinks into the black leather, feeling its coolness fade against the heat of his skin.
“shall we go over how that went?” hannibal’s eyes glimmer with the reflections of the lamplight.
“you go first,” will says.
hannibal nods, so be it. “what i saw in those last few moments was a deep, trembling fear,” he pauses. “but, i also saw something far away, something yet to be explored. do you have any idea what i mean?”
“fear?” hannibal was right, annoyingly. he was scared in the most delicious way. “no, i don’t think i know what you mean, doctor.” he shakes his head, trying to dismiss the buzzing in his hands.
“do you think that maybe this exercise made you come to a realization you hadn’t before?” hannibal asked, the familiar habit of reading people irritatingly well seeping into will’s brain.
“maybe, yeah,” he says, looking away from hannibal and chewing at his bottom lip. “fickle things don't seem as important anymore.”
“no? what does seem important, then?” hannibal questions, tilting his head. will still hasn’t looked at him, so he folds his hands in his lap and waits.
will just shakes his head, dismissing the question. “want to know what i saw?” he says, still avoiding hannibal’s eyes.
“yes, we can talk about that. are you planning on answering my question?”
“no,” he answers honestly. “i saw something raw, truly you,” he explains, looking back to hannibal. “almost violent, dr. lecter.”
“that’s an interesting take,” hannibal nods, adjusting his suit jacket. “did you enjoy it?”
will isn’t sure if he’s asking if he enjoyed the experience, or what he saw in hannibal, but the answer was yes, a thousand times, yes, to both. so, he nods.
“good to know. i’ll think of more things to do, then?” he offers, pleased that will’s eyes were edged with a dark hunger.
“sure.” will checks his watch, the time reading 9:30. he furrows his eyebrows, two hours?
“time flies, doesn’t it?” hannibal interrupts his thoughts, the faint trace of a smile tugging at his lips.
“yeah, i guess that means we had fun, then.” will squints at the man, who seems to swallow and adjust in his seat.
“i guess so,” hannibal says, his constant neutrality washing over his face and body again.
“good night, dr. lecter,” will says, standing from the leather seat and grabbing his coat.
“good night, will.” hannibal stands and makes his way to the door, holding it open for will as he makes his way over, and into the dim lobby.
will hears the door close behind him, and he glances up at the blue bird again, before exiting into the snowstorm.