정의로운 윌 아니고 싸이코패스 살인마가 된 윌 그레이엄으로 말칸 채워넣고 싶었는데 졸려서…대사가 안떠올랐음..ㅠ
Time skips—his neck is being suckled upon—he’s being dragged across the dance floor—then, cold air hits his face. He’s outside, pinned against another wall (brick, this time), his chin pulled up to look the man in the eyes. He tries to kiss him again—oh fuck, he kisses so good—but Hannibal moves away, kneels on the ground before him.
"Oh god, oh god," he whispers, because even on whatever the fuck he’s been slipped, he knows what’s about to happen. Hannibal shushes him, tells him to be calm, and "I’m going to make you feel so nice," and Will just whines and grips lightly on Hannibal’s hair, messing it up uncaringly. Hannibal undoes his tight jeans (a female friend made him deplete his savings to get them) and shoves them down with his boxers. Will is already hard, has been since Hannibal first touched him to pull his hips back against him.
Hannibal does not even tease him first before taking the entirety of his cock into his mouth. He swallows around the head, works it over with his tongue, but Will is unable to even focus on any of the real skill Hannibal is exerting because he’s already so far gone. He either takes a long time to orgasm, or cums too quickly. He can’t be sure. But the hungry look Hannibal gives him, when he straights up and stands over Will again is almost frightening.
The next morning, Will wakes up in his bed (he slept on top of the covers), still completely clothed. He digs his phone out of his pocket and finds a business card instead.
cheese? bitch I am a high quality yogurt.
IF I SAY UR CHEESE
THEN UR CHEESE
Caroline you’r so rude omg such a bitch
loook hu’s talkin
u pot of melted cheese
Tristan curses when Galahad bends down once again, the curve of his ass showing slightly, his tunic not long enough. Galahad picks up more wood for the campfire, unaware of the dark eyes staring at him intently.
He gasps and drops the logs when he feels rough hands on his hips, his tunic being rolled up to expose his ass. Galahad turns his head and sees Tristan, watching him like a predator its prey. He swallows thickly, knowing how the scout acts when he is high on adrenaline.
The slap on his ass is unexpected, and it makes Galahad inhale sharply, the sting harsh and burning. He tries to straighten himself, but Tristan pushes him down.
"You’ve been teasing me the whole day, pup," Tristan snarls at him, slapping him again. "I’m not going to tolerate that."
Galahad grunts, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. He suspects that there’s going to be a hand print on his ass for some time. Possibly even bruises, he muses when he feels Tristan’s breath tickling his ear. “It seems that I have to show you some manners, pup. No knight exposes himself like a slut to the others.”
Galahad shudders, Tristan’s rough hands grasping his ass. “Where is your pride, boy?”
shhhUT UR FFACE
He tries different things, trying to determine what makes his darling happy with him again. He tries hugging him, kissing his neck, but Will just shuffles out his his hold. He tries making him his favorite dishes, but when Will is angry he consistently picks up fast food and eats it on the couch.
LETS TALK ABOUT HOW WILL FINALLY SAW HANNIBAL IN HIS DESIGN
AFTER ALL THIS TIME, AFTER SEEING STAGS AND STAGMEN, HE FINALLY SEES THE REAL DEAL
I DONT KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT THATS COMPLETE CLOSURE FOR WILL BECAUSE HE KNOWS HIS MIND DOES NOT PLAY TRICKS. WHILE HE IS SCARED OF IT, HE KNOWS HOW USEFUL IT IS AND HOW IT WONT LET HIM DOWN.
WILL IS ASSURED OF HIMSELF. AND WHEN HE IS SURE OF HIMSELF, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE FOR HIM TO ACHIEVE.