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"Good morning Will, I would like to remind you that you have an appointment tonight at 7:30. Do you wish to still engage with your treatment?"
Will sees the message as he is brushing his teeth while getting ready for work. It's 7 am and he has not slept. Not with the case he's been put on. He tells himself he will respond later.
Next thing he knows its 11:52 and he still hadn't responded. He's currently in Kentucky with Jack where they found a mass grave of bodies in various stages of decomposition. Most of them no older than 5.
It makes him sick just to look at it. His head filled with images of a grieving mother.
"If I can't have my baby. No one can have their baby," she whispers in his mind. But the whisper sounds more like a scream.
I'm only here for another hour. He promises himself. Then I can shut myself in my classroom until my appointment.
He finally responds to Hannibal.
"Yeah, I do. Sorry I've had a shitty day."
It doesn't take long to to get a response.
"It's quite alright." There's a moment before another message is sent. "Do you have any particular wishes for our session tonight?"
"Idc. Anything to get my mind off this case."
"I see."
There is a long pause before the next message. Will almost thinks the conversation was over before he receives the next message.
"Will, have you ever experienced subspace?"
"Never even heard of it."
"Many find it relaxing. Your mind is in an altered, submissive state. While I have never experienced it myself, many describe a 'floating' sensation when in the headspace. Their mind is practically empty except for their pleasure and obedience. At least ideally."
"That... sounds like a lot."
"It can be. It can also be harmful if not properly used. That is why we have set boundaries before a scene and I shall provide sufficient aftercare to avoid what is referred to as 'subdrop', being violently forced out of your headspace causing disorientation and distress. If you wish not to proceed, I would understand."
Will sits and thinks about it.
"Honestly, being mindless would be great. Could we try it?"
"Of course. Is there anything else you would like?"
Will thinks for a moment.
"Could I suck you off? I used to find that relaxing in a way."
"Yes, that is possible. Is there anything else you would like?"
"I'm good with what we have."
"Very well, I shall see you tonight."
Will shuts off his phone with a sigh and stuffs it in his pocket.
"You just have to make it to tonight," he tells himself. He takes a deep breath before stepping back out to the crime scene.
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Will knocks twice on Hannibal's door. He's no longer as nervous as he was the last time. He's too tired to be nervous.
Hannibal opens the door with a small smile. "Come in Will. Have a seat and we may begin."
Will nods and makes his way to his designated chair.
Hannibal doesn't sit but instead stands behind his own chair.
"Are you ready to begin?"
Will nods.
"I would like verbal consent please Will."
"Yes, I'm ready."
"That's my boy." He smiles. "Now, we must go slow and be care, especially considering this is your first time. There is no guarantee that you will hit subspace today, do you understand?"
"Yes."
Hannibal walks up and strokes his cheek. "I need you to listen to me very carefully. Do you think you can do that?" He asks, his voice soft and soothing.
"Yes."
"Very good. For the rest of our session you are only to refer to me as Doctor or Sir, is that understood?"
"Yes sir."
"What a smart boy you are." Hannibal smiles down at him.
Will's brain is already getting fuzzy at the edges. All he focuses on is Hannibal. His face. His words.
"Would you like to do something for me?"
"What would you like me to do Doctor?"
"Come with me," Hannibal lets go of Will's face and walks over to his desk. Will follows calmly.
"Already so obedient," Hannibal praises. "If I didn't know better, I would think you've done with before."
Will's ears get a bit red at the complement but he says nothing.
Hannibal sits in his chair and points to the ground. "Down Will."
Will gets down on his knees right where Hannibal pointed.
"That's it. Such a sweet thing, are you not?" He runs a hand through Will's hair gently.
Will presses into it.
"I will give you three options. First, you may sit here without any sort of stimulation obedient and quiet while I finish my notes for the day. Second, I may retrieve an anal plug and you may have that while I finish. If you are obedient for either of those, you will then be given permission to suck me off. Or third, you may have my cock now, but you are not to give it any more stimulation other than it sitting in your mouth until I am done. Which do you prefer?"
Will's eyes go wide at the third option.
"Please, please may I have your cock Doctor?" He asks, giving Hannibal his biggest puppydog eyes.
Hannibal gives him a warm look. "Only since you asked so nicely." He points under the desk. "Go on."
Will nods and crawls under the desk, sitting with his legs crossed. He places his hands on Hannibal's inner thighs and stops, looking up at him
"You may," he says with a little nod.
Will reaches up, almost reverently unbuttoning Hannibal's pants and slowly trailing the zipper down. He carefully takes out Hannibal's cock, taking only the tip in his mouth for the moment.
"Such a good boy. So pretty for me," Hannibal praises. "Go on, take the rest of it."
Will works his way up, until Hannibal's length sits comfortably in his mouth.
"So perfect for me. Can you stay just like that for a while?"
Will cannot say anything due to his position, but the look in his eyes makes it clear enough.
Hannibal smiles and pats his head before turning to the papers on his table.
Will stays still for a little bit before resting his head on Hannibal's inner thigh. The world non-existent around him except for Hannibal's dick in his mouth.
Hannibal calmly works through his paperwork. Organizing his schedule, clarifying records, sorting the notes by patient, and finishing some outgoing notes, placing them to the side. Despite the distraction at his feet, he was rather productive.
About halfway through writing a referral, Hannibal feels a slight negative pressure. Will has started mindlessly sucking, slowly. Just enough to get his attention.
"Tsst, tssst," Hannibal made a sharp noise through his teeth to chide Will.
Will stops sucking and looks up with wide eyes.
"Will, did I say you could suck?"
Will very slightly shakes his head, limited by Hannibal's cock in his mouth.
"That's right, I did not. So why were you?"
Will starts to open his mouth before Hannibal interrupts.
"I do not need an answer. Be good now."
Will slightly nodded.
Hannibal pets his hair gently and continued to work.
Once he finishes his work he pulls away gently, taking his dick out of Will's mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the two.
Will whines slightly at the loss.
"That was wonderful my dear boy. Would you like a reward now?"
Will nods excitedly.
"Come here." Hannibal gestures for him to crawl forward.
Will does, now sitting on his knees finally out from under the desk.
"Go ahead. Suck."
Will obeys, latching himself onto Hannibal's cock, but only placing the head in his mouth so far. He circles it with his tongue before licking over the slit. He toys with Hannibal for a few minutes, not noticing his mild shift in demeanor.
Hannibal pulls him off of him by his hair. "Did I say to play or did I say to suck?"
"Suck sir," Will responds, voice a bit hoarse from both disuse and the cock that has been in his mouth.
"That's right. So quit playing and suck," he says, forcing Will back onto his dick.
Will gags a little at the sudden force, but quickly adjusts. He sucks lightly at first, slowly building up the negative pressure. He strokes the shaft with his tongue reverently. Hannibal already steadily leaking pre-cum down his throat.
Hannibal tries to control himself, keeping his hips perfectly still. Yet, he just can't. He bucks his hips into Will's mouth without warning, causing him to choke again.
"Are you alright?" He asks before even registering Will's reaction.
Will's eyes are wide open, pupils dilated, burning with passion. He attempts a small nod.
Hannibal thinks for a moment. "Will, off for a moment."
Will obeys, pulling off and sitting back on his heels.
"I would like a verbal response if you please. May I fuck your throat?"
"Please sir," Will begs slightly.
"Well, if my darling boy is going to ask with such kind manners, I believe I have no choice but to indulge him. Isn't that right?"
Will smiles through the warm fuzziness of his mind. Hannibal is using such fancy words for something so simple and vulgar. But Will doesn't process that. All he knows is that he is doing good is about to do better.
Hannibal grabs Will's hair, causing him to let out a breathy moan. He places his cock in Will's mouth yet again, slowly this time. He wants to let Will adjust, but he looks down and he sees Will's eyes. Will silently begging to be ruined. Hannibal complies.
He starts just with his hips. Rocking them back and forth, forcing himself into Will.
Will sucks like his life depends on it. He curls his tongue around the underside. The tip hitting the back of his throat is enough to make him moan, resulting in more pleasure reverberating through Hannibal.
"Oh Will," he moans. "So close. You're doing so well sweet boy."
Will soaks up the praise as he lets Hannibal continue to use him.
Soon, Hannibal is spilling down his throat as he presses into Will as deep as he can.
Will obediently swallows around him.
Hannibal takes a few breaths in the post-orgasmic haze, before pulling Will away.
"How are you feel—," he begins before he takes in the scene below him. Will had at some point starting humping his leg, which he hadn't noticed through the blur of pleasure. "Dear boy," he grabs Will's chin. "You should have asked."
Will blushes slightly and looks down, "I'm sorry sir. I started doing it on accident and it felt so good and I just couldn't stop."
"Shhh it's alright. I'm not mad, nor am I shaming you. Besides, such a good boy deserves to be rewarded." He smiles. "Continue. You are allowed to finish."
Will nods and continues to hump his leg, holding onto him for better leverage.
"Poor boy, reduced to humping my leg like an untrained dog."
Will whines and lies his head on Hannibal's thigh. It does not take long for his breathing to quicken, accented by light moans.
"So pretty like that, aren't you?" Hannibal smirks.
"D-Doctor," Will says breathily before letting out a high moan, arching backwards. Soon he begins to slow to a stop.
"That's it," Hannibal praises as he pets Will through his orgasm. "How are you feeling?"
Will merely nods with a simple, "Mhm."
Hannibal smiles. "Can you get up Will?"
Will nods stands, showing a darker patch on his already dark jeans.
"Go take a seat, I shall get you some water. Or would you prefer wine?"
"Water, please," his voice still hoarse.
Hannibal nods and grabs a bottle from his cabinet. "I would give you tea if I had any. I would recommend some when you get home."
"It's fine."
"Tell me, how best can I comfort you?"
"Just sit here with me," Will says, looking like he's becoming anxious.
"Do you think physical touch would help to ground you?"
Will sheepishly looks away.
"Will, I would like an answer please."
"You don't have to."
"That is not what I asked. Would it help?"
He nods.
"Then join me on the couch." Hannibal walks over and pats the seat next to him.
Will obeys and sits.
Hannibal pulls him into an embrace. "It's alright. I've got you."
Will smiles.