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Fuck Hannibal and his leather jacket. Goddammit. Will was doing fine in ignoring the man’s presence. Will was pissed at him, but right now he didn’t even remember why. Something to do with the reckless, arrogant way Hannibal was acting. He kept making his murder tableaus, consciously taunting the FBI when he knew they should be more careful.
Will had threatened to go on a sex strike if he continued to behave that way, forbidding Hannibal the pleasures of his ass. With the libido his cannibal husband had, this would surely wring some results.
But now, Will was about to say “to hell with that” and jump him. Hannibal was in all black leather gear, right down to the combat boots. There was a big, black motorcycle right by his side and the son of a bitch looked like sin itself with his sandy hair all mussed and face sporting days-old stubble.
And if Will was honest with himself, he would admit that he found Hannibal’s confidence and cockyness hot as fuck.
“C’mon, Will. Ride with me. I want to show you something.” Hannibal straddled the bike and looked at him, a smirk on his lips. He looked like the type of guy momma’s would warn their little girls about. Boys like that will only break your heart, sweetheart, don’t go near them. They’ll knock you up and leave you to fend for yourself.
Will laughed. He guessed he was lucky he couldn’t get knocked-up by a cannibal.
Maybe he could convince him to smoke? God, Will was about to drop to his knees at the image.
Will, dressed in slacks and a dark gray cardigan, looked like a boring librarian, the complete opposite of Hannibal. He walked up to him and climbed on the motorcycle, sliding his arms around Hannibal’s waist.
“Whatever it is that you’re planning, you better make it worth my while, old man,” Will teased, putting the helmet on and resting his face on Hannibal’s broad shoulders.
Hannibal squeezed Will’s thighs and drove off, making Will feel like the heroine in a romantic movie, clinging to the handsome, male lead as he took them somewhere only he knew.
The wind ruffled Will’s curls as Hannibal drove competently and fast, weaving through the streets of Paris at three in the morning. It was quite and exhilarating and Will felt as Hannibal always made him feel: Unapologetically free.
Hannibal parked in a dark alley and took off his helmet.
“Here it is,” Hannibal said.
Needless to say, Will was utterly confused.
“Here it is, what? The middle of nowhere? We might get mugged here.”
“Not with me around,” Hannibal got off the bike and extended a hand to Will so he could climb down more easily.
Will rolled his eyes at Hannibal, uncaring if it was rude, but accepted it.
“Did you really just get me out of the house to bring me to a seedy alley? What do you plan to do to me here, huh?
“Such a silly question, Will,” Hannibal backed Will up, crowding his smaller frame against the alley’s brick wall. “I plan to fuck you as hard as I want, of course,” Hannibal whispered against Will’s ear.
Will’s breath hitched and he bit his bottom lip, eyes getting immediately hazy. “You’re such an overconfident asshole. What if I don’t want to be fucked in an alley like a whore? I’m still angry at you,” Will slapped Hannibal’s chest and pouted a little, secretely loving the idea of getting fucked in an alley like a whore.
“Are you saying all the shirtless exercising I’ve been doing hasn’t softened your heart even a little bit?” Hannibal grinded against Will, cock getting thicker and bigger as they spoke. Will’s mouth watered.
“If you wanted me to forgive you, maybe you should’ve thought about buying me some flowers first? A massage where you ended up eating me out for hours until I decided when you could stop? Maybe another romantic murder tableau? You used to be more romantic than this, Hannibal,” Will provoked, tempting the beast to come out and be as rough as he knew Hannibal could be with him.
“But then, I’d just end up angering you more with my ‘careless ways’,” Hannibal’s hands grabbed him by the waist and roughly turned him around, Will’s chest and face against the wall. “Besides,” Hannibal’s erection rubbed against the swell of Will’s ass, making Will feel every delicious inch Hannibal was packing, “Romance isn’t really what you want, is it, Will?” Hannibal growled and bit Will’s ear, slapping his ass with his big hands, roughened by years of hunting.
He was right. God, he was so right. Will was a slut for this man, always had been. The more unhinged and rougher Hannibal was, the more Will could let himself go and just do what he was told, be it by sucking his big cock until he jaw hurt or getting on his hands and knees, ass ready to service the man who’d maimed and claimed him so completely. Hannibal the gentleman was perfect for when they had time to be soft and cheesy and romantic. But when they felt like ripping each other’s throats out? When Will’s body felt so constricting that the only thing that could relax him was Hannibal’s cock ramming his prostate, hand at the back of his neck, spit easing Hannibal’s dick inside his body, fuck, that’s all Will needed.
“You’re right. So, what are you gonna do, big boy? You’re gonna put me in my place for being such an annoying bitch? For mouthing back at you and trying to tell what you do? You’re gonna show me I’m nothing but a fuckhole?” Will moaned, getting up on his tiptoes and pushing back against Hannibal’s big cock. Will felt out of control, he wanted cock and he wanted it now.
Hannibal growled and pulled Will’s pants down, baring him to the cold, dark night. Will spread his legs as far as his pants could accommodate him, and brought both his hands behind him, spreading his asscheeks, hole still loose from their morning fuck. “Get me wet, now,” Will ordered. Hannibal didn’t need to be told twice.
Hannibal knelt on the rough paving stones and got to work, hands kneading Will’s ass and tongue licking at Will’s hole, sucking on his rim, feasting on it. Hannibal slapped one asscheek, and fingered him open as he expertly worked his tongue. Will always made Hannibal rim him, he was simply too good at it for Will not to.
Will grabbed at Hannibal’s hair and pushed him impossibly deeper, unable to get enough of the man’s tongue and fingers, “So good, don’t stop, baby. Make me come just with your tongue and fingers,” Will bit his lip and rolled his hips back on Hannibal’s face, feeling sensual and desired.
Hannibal pulled back and stood up, framing Will with his broad chest and saying, “Your slutty hole is going to come on my cock, not my tongue, walls squeezing me tight and hard. I’m going to use you like my cocksleeve and nothing else.” Hannibal pulled Will’s hair back, licking his neck, “That’s all you’re good for, Will. My perfect bitchboy. That’s what everyone thinks when they see us together, and that’s all you are.” WIll whimpered and wound his hand between them to squeeze Hannibal’s cock.
“So fuck me, old man.” Will looked over his shoulder at Hannibal, lifting his hips so Hannibal could fuck his hole better.
“Wait, my rose, not here,” Hannibal grabbed Will at the waist and manhandled him to the bike, bending him over the seat. Will kicked his pants off, arching his back. “Fuck yes.”
Hannibal walked to the other side of the bike, unzipped his pants and pulled his big cock out. Gosh, he was so thick. So veiny. Pure, raw, masculinity. Will was a glutton for Hannibal’s dick.
Will opened his mouth and Hannibal fed him his cock, making Will gag as he pushed inside his wet, hot mouth. Will bobbed his head and sucked on it, pumping his dick with languid strokes, hollowing his cheeks and doing his best to deepthroat the behemoth that was Hannibal’s cock.
Hannibal pulled Will’s curls, controlling his movements, using his mouth as he pleased, transfixed by the image of his cock going in and out of Will’s cocksucking mouth. Will sucked and rolled his hips, trying to get some relief for his cock against the bike seat, but he knew there wasn’t any coming. Will’s cock wasn’t needed here. His ass, mouth and Hannibal’s cock were more than sufficient to make him come. Before Hannibal, he never imagined he could come untouched, but now, Hannibal’s big cock could make Will come by putting in just the tip.
Will slobbered on Hannibal’s meat until Hannibal pulled out of his soft mouth and walked around the bike, standing behind Will's bent over frame.
Hannibal's calloused hands caressed Will's waist and hips, pinning him down on the bike firmly.
The air was cold and it smelled like danger. This late into the night, it was primed for predators, deviants and runaways.
Will shivered as he felt Hannibal spit on his hole, having planned to fuck Will despite not bothering to bring lube, purposefully wanting it to hurt.
Knowing it was exactly what Will wanted.
Hannibal pushed into Will, cock hot, big and throbbing, sliding back to its favorite place.
Hannibal started a brutal rhythm immediately, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the night and part of Will almost wanted them to get caught; a stranger getting lured by the sound of heavy breathing, moans and groans, rounding the corner and seeing Will’s debauched look, with his curls ruffled, ass perked-up for Hannibal’s use, pants pooling around his spread ankles, lips red from cocksucking, taking Hannibal’s huge dick like an experienced whore.
Hannibal, on the other hand, would be completely dressed except for his cock, thrusting possessively into Will, all leather, broad shoulders, long legs and big dick. The son of a bitch would probably fuck him even harder knowing they had an audience, uncaring for Will's pleasure, just fucking him so hard Will's tiny feet would be hoisted off the ground.
"You're so fucking big, I don't know how I'm able to take it every single time," Will panted, sweat dripping down his forehead to his brows, back and ass glistening from exertion.
"Fuck yourself on my cock, show me how much you crave it inside you" Hannibal ordered, voice rough and deeper than usual, completely taken by lust.
Wil could do nothing but obey it, pumping his hips back, mouth open, eyes scrunched closed, fucking himself on Hannibal’s thick cock, faster and harder, moaning loudly, body trembling.
"That's right, my rose, squeeze my cock with your tempting hole, milk it with your beautiful ass," Hannibal growled, gripping at Will, spreading his asscheeks and watching as he took Hannibal inside.
Will looked over his shoulder and whimpered at the savage look Hannibal had on his face. He looked irresistible like this, unhinged by desire, completely bestial. It made Will want to ask him to spit in his mouth, and beg to cockwarm him for hours.
Hannibal pounded him hard and fast, blowing Will's back out in the middle of a dark alley. It was dirty, rough and filthy and God…Will was loving every second of it.
Will came untouched, squeezing Hannibal's cock tight, wrenching a loud moan out of Hannibal. "Come inside me. I want your come spilling down my thighs as you take me back home. Fill me, baby," Will moaned.
Hannibal's big hand circled Will's throat and pulled him up, back to Hannibal's chest, so Hannibal could kiss as he fucked Will deep.
Will received Hannibal's tongue as he received his cock and everything else the man did to him, whimpering as Hannibal's hot seed filled him.
The bike took the brunt of their bodies as Hannibal crashed against Will, cock still lodged deep inside him. They panted and kissed lazily, Hannibal's thumb caressing Will's cheek, Will's teeth biting Hannibal's lower lip.
"You need to wear that jacket more often. I like your bad boy side," Will said against Hannibal's mouth.
Hannibal smiled, and nipped at Will's ear, "Don't threaten me with a sex strike again, or I will go on a killing spree and leave the bodies at Jack's door," Hannibal taunted and Will squeezed Hannibal's cock with his insides as a warning. Hannibal thrust once in retaliation, cock starting to harden again.
"As you see, that didn't work much, Dr. Lecter," Will teased.
"Yes, because you're a cockslut."
Will slapped Hannibal's shoulder hard,"Hey!"
Hannibal laughed and hugged Will around the waist, kissing his cheek and neck.
"You're an asshole, you know that?" Will pouted.
"Yes. Yours," Hannibal kissed him again.
"That's right," Will kissed him back, fingers sliding into his hair and messing it up even more.
"Mine."