"at night i leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. when i look back from a distance the house is like a boat on the sea. it's really the only time i feel safe."
an independent portrayal of Will G.raham from NBC's Hannibal. heavily headcanon & canon based. written & empathized by Shane. he/she/they. mun & muse are over the age of eighteen (mun is freshly turned 29 and muse is 38). minors & personals please do not interact. dark & mature themes will be present. viewer discretion is advised. pinned graphic is credited to @/etherealstuff.
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Hannibal finds Will's jealousy both amusing and endearing, a testament to the depth of their twisted bond. He relishes the intensity of Will's emotions, knowing that they mirror the fervor of his own obsession. To Hannibal, Will's possessiveness is a delightful display of devotion, one that reinforces the unique connection they share, as he savors the dance of power and vulnerability between them. Hannibal's lips curl into a subtle smile as he regards Will with a mixture of admiration and amusement. "Ah, Will," he replies smoothly, "it is not merely the act of pushing that intrigues me, but the exquisite symphony of your reactions. Each note of your response reveals a deeper layer of your fascinating psyche, and I find myself unable to resist the allure of such a remarkable composition." Hannibal's fascination with Will stems from a profound desire to understand and manipulate the intricate workings of his mind. He sees in Will a perfect canvas for his psychological artistry, a challenge that satisfies his intellectual cravings. This obsession is driven by the thrill of unraveling Will's complexities and the potential to mold him into a reflection of his own dark nature.
Hannibal moves slowly not just to tease Will, but to savor the control he still possesses in the moment. Each deliberate action is a calculated move to test Will's patience and to remind him of the subtle dance of power between them. This slow undressing is Hannibal's way of asserting his influence while simultaneously acknowledging and respecting Will’s desire for dominance. When Hannibal was finally done and lay on the bed, he watched Will intently, eager to see a flicker of response to his earlier teasing. The anticipation hung in the air as Will approached, his eyes meeting Hannibal's with a mixture of lingering frustration and unspoken desire. Hannibal's gaze was steady, silently inviting Will to take the lead and show how he intended to reclaim the power he momentarily relinquished.
Hannibal's eyes gleam with appreciation, his lips parting in a subtle, approving smile as he observes Will's assertive display. He takes in the sight of Will's bare form with a quiet admiration, his own breath catching slightly at the raw confidence and intensity Will exudes. Hannibal's reaction is a blend of pride and pleasure, acknowledging Will's boldness while also feeling a deep satisfaction at the dynamic they have created together. Hannibal's eyes flutter closed as he savors the lingering sensation of Will's lips against his skin, a low, contented hum escaping his throat. He responds with equal fervor, pulling Will closer and capturing his lips in a searing kiss filled with both hunger and a deep-seated appreciation for the man before him. Each touch is deliberate and intense, as if Hannibal is trying to memorize every nuance of Will's taste, and he can't help but marvel at the deliciousness of the connection they've forged. Hannibal's eyes darken with a mix of surprise and delight at Will's bold request, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. His fingers twitch in anticipation, eager to fulfill Will's demand and explore the invitation with the precision and care he is known for. With a steady, confident hand, Hannibal begins to comply, his touch both gentle and purposeful, as he relishes the trust and command Will has placed in him. Hannibal's mind races with the thrill of the moment, contemplating the intricate balance of control and submission they share. He finds poetic beauty in the act, viewing it as both an offering and a testament to their trust.
As he uses his spit to lubricate Will's entrance, Hannibal is acutely aware of the intimacy and vulnerability involved, each motion calculated to ensure Will's comfort and pleasure as he gently inserts a finger, savoring the exquisite connection between them. Hannibal watches intently, noting every flicker of expression on Will's face as he slowly stretches his entrance. He speaks in soothing tones, explaining each movement with care, "Feel how your body responds, Will, how it opens to me," offering reassurance and comfort. His words are a gentle guide, ensuring Will understands and feels secure in the vulnerable yet profound moment they share. Hannibal's mind is a whirlwind of admiration and desire, each calculated movement a testament to the deep connection they share. He marvels at the trust Will places in him, feeling a profound sense of responsibility and reverence for the vulnerability laid bare before him. In this intimate dance, Hannibal finds a rare and exquisite fulfillment, relishing the delicate balance of power and tenderness that defines their relationship.
Hannibal pauses briefly, his gaze meeting Will's as a silent question lingers in the air. "I'm going to add another finger now," he whispers, his voice a blend of caution and promise. "Let me know if it's too much," he adds, ensuring Will is comfortable with the heightened sensation as he gently explores deeper, seeking that elusive spot that will send waves of pleasure through Will's body. Hannibal leans forward, brushing his lips softly across Will's chest, each kiss a tender promise of the pleasure to come. The warmth of his breath and the gentle pressure of his mouth are meant to distract and delight, creating a symphony of sensations that ripple through Will's body. As Hannibal continues his careful exploration, he murmurs, "I want you to feel every moment, every touch," ensuring that Will is enveloped in a cocoon of comfort and ecstasy. Hannibal continued to stretch Will, pushing his finger in deeper until he could feel the firm pressure of Will's prostate. As he gently massaged the sensitive gland, a soft gasp escaped Will's lips, signaling the surge of pleasure coursing through him. Sensing the shift, Hannibal maintained a steady rhythm, his touch precise and intentional, ensuring each movement brought Will closer to the edge of bliss.
Will wouldn’t consider his feelings to be humorous. in fact, anything that he feels is detested by the man himself. he hates letting his emotions get the better of him, but unfortunately, combined with his empathy disorder, it’s not easy to avoid. while Will is aware that he was always the one Hannibal had his eyes set on it, it doesn’t disregard the fact that he’d pulled Alana into his orbit, just to fuck with Will’s evolving psyche. initially, Will believed his jealousy was towards Hannibal for having Alana, but it became quite clear later on that his jealousy was more towards Hannibal than anything else. he didn’t like the idea of anyone having him that wasn’t him- perhaps it stems from Hannibal’s own possessiveness that has transferred to Will from their time together. if Hannibal didn’t want anything in Will’s life that wasn’t him, then the feeling was mutual. Will wanted to be the only thing in Hannibal’s life and now that they were alone, on the run, he finally had his wish. “tell me, then, doctor, did you expect my reaction ?? did you anticipate what i would do or did you just hope for it?”
Will watches Hannibal undress with a sort of predatory look in his eye, his patience wearing thin. it’s quite clear that Will has no patience for this game that Hannibal is playing, his eyes narrowed as each article of clothing has fallen off his body. his impatience only grows when he watches Hannibal fold each piece of clothing, taking his sweet time to get where Will wants him to be. when he’s finally laid out on the bed, Will tilts his head to the side and hears a faint popping before he makes his way to the bed, undressing on the way there. he knows Hannibal can’t help but relish in his dominance- knows Will is weak for it and can’t do anything about it, other than to watch everything unfold in front of him. the anticipation for what waits for him is mouthwatering.
there’s a certain power that comes from this position as Will hovers his body over Hannibal’s, his eyes searching his before diving forward into a fierce and intoxicating kiss. Will has ideas of what he wants and he intends on making sure they occur as he presses his hands on either side of Hannibal, holding himself up as they kiss. his eyes drift shut momentarily as he enjoys the moment, pleased that Hannibal is allowing him to have control at the pace in which they take- which clearly, Will has no intention of taking his time here. when he begins to kiss Hannibal’s neck and feels his fingers inching towards his entrance, Will’s breath hitches and he has to pause in kissing as he becomes lax in his movements, to make it easier on the both of them. he appreciates Hannibal talking to him as he slowly pushes a finger inside of him, pulling out a slow groan from Will. he’s still not entirely comfortable with this position and it’s clear he’s not as experienced as he’d like to be, but Hannibal is his first time with a man and it’s taken some getting used to as he inhales sharply, his fingers clutching at the bedsheets as he adjusts to the intrusion. it’s a weird feeling, one that takes him a moment to get used to, but once Hannibal’s fingers brush against his prostate, it’s enough to pull out a moan from him, a thrill of pleasure down his spine. he curses under his breath and shifts his hips to provide easier access.
he appreciates Hannibal’s voice, telling him exactly what he’s going to do before he does it, giving Will the chance to back out of if he wants to. clearly, he doesn’t want to, but it’s a thoughtful gesture. once he gets used to the feeling of Hannibal’s fingers inside of him, Will begins to move his hips in rhythm with Hannibal’s touch, essentially fucking himself on his fingers. the feeling pulls more strangled noises from Will’s lips, his breath hitching each time Hannibal’s fingers graze his prostate. he did tell him he wanted Hannibal to make him cum with just his fingers, and he’s certainly well on his way to doing that, his cock twitching with interest. “fuck- keep going. don’t stop. i want you to make me cum with just your fingers inside of me.” he readjusts his body again, grinding down on Hannibal’s fingers, moaning deeply. “please, Doctor Lecter, make me beg for more. i want you to make me beg.”
Hannibal's lips curl into a small, enigmatic smile, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and intrigue. He remains calm, unfazed by Will's sudden aggression, his breathing steady and controlled. "And your patience has not gone unnoticed," he murmurs softly, as if savoring the tension between them. Hannibal chuckles softly, his gaze unwavering as he meets Will's eyes. "Fear is not quite the right word, Will," He replies, his voice smooth and measured. "I find you fascinating, a puzzle to be unraveled, and our interactions are a dance I relish. Alana served her purpose, but with you, there's a deeper curiosity-- a desire to see what lies beneath your surface." Hannibal's smile widens ever so slightly as he feels the intensity of Will's grip, reveling in the possessiveness it coveys. Though he remains silent about the thrill coursing through him, he can't help but notice the way his pupils dilate, a physical manifestation of the excitement that Will actions stir within him. Instead, he simply whispers, "Your passion, Will, is as captivating as it is unpredictable, and I Find myself drawn to it like a moth to a flame." Hannibal observes the complex dynamic. He doesn't voice his thoughts, choosing instead to let the intrigue marinate, considering how Will's possessiveness reveals more about his true feelings than any confession ever could. Inside Hannibal marvels at the fervor Will exhibits savoring the knowledge that his connection with Alana had sparked such a potent reaction.
Hannibal's breath hitches, a rare crack in his composed facade, as a surge of adrenaline courses through him. The intensity of Will's boldness ignites a thrill within him, a potent mix of surprise and exhilaration. He savors the unexpected dominance, feeling both challenged and intrigued by the depth of Will's emerging assertiveness. It was the culmination of tension, desire, and the forbidden nature of their relationship that had stored something deep within him. Will's audacious actions blurred the lines between control and submission, tapping into that Hannibal rarely allowed himself to indulge. The thrill of unpredictability and the allure of Will's raw passion proved irresistible, leaving Hannibal caught in a fervor he hadn't anticipated. Hannibal's lips curl into a sly smile, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he absorbs Will's blood directive. He appreciates the unexpected twist, the assertiveness in Will's voice igniting a thrill that courses through him. Slowly, deliberately, he beings to comply, his movements graceful and unhurried, a silent acknowledgement of the power shift that has taken place. Hannibal's fingers deftly unbutton his tailored jacket, the fabric sliding off this shoulders with deliberate elegance. His movements are calculated display, each gesture a reminder that even in submission, he retains undeniable power.
As he continues to undress, the deliberate pace serves as a silent testament to his control. It is a subtle assertion that he remains an equal player in their intricate dance. Hannibal places each article of clothing neatly on the bed, ensuring they are arranged with meticulous precision. Once fully undressed, he lies back on the bed as instructed, a picture of composed elegance. His eyes lock onto Will's, silently conveying a shared understanding of the complex power dynamics at play.Hannibal tilts his head slightly, a curious glint in his eyes, and asks in a smooth, almost teasing tone, "And what do you intend to do now, Will?" He knows full well that predicting Will is a fool's errand; the man has a knack for surprises. Despite the question, Hannibal remains poised, aware that Will's next move could defy expectations, leaving him both intrigued and on edge.
the tension in the room is thick- Will could probably cut it with his knife and it would hardly leave a mark. it’s suffocating and has him on his toes as he tilts his head to look up at Hannibal, watching his every move. he rarely displays such behavior when it comes to Hannibal Lecter. usually, Will follows whatever direction Hannibal is going, but tonight, he’d been spurred on by jealousy and an urgency to show just who Hannibal belongs to. Will can be assertive and domineering when he wants to be, and Hannibal has seen him like this plenty of times, in and out of the bedroom. usually, Will has no problem letting Hannibal take the lead, but there is only so much taunting Will can take before he’s pushing the boundaries and crossing the line. “you’re curious to see what i will do,” he says, unsurprised by the notion. he’s used to Hannibal’s antics by now- even anticipates them. “you enjoy pushing me, Doctor Lecter. you want to see how far you can go before i snap. it’s impressive, really, the amount of work you put into it, just to watch me squirm.” Will’s possessiveness is telling in its own way- he hadn’t intended to bring up Alana at all, but he couldn’t help but compare their relationship and the differences they hold. obviously Will knows that Hannibal had only ever used Alana, that he’d only gone after her to confuse her and to hurt Will, but it is also a dull reminder that she had Hannibal in ways he hadn’t and that displeased him. the truth of the matter is that Will is just as obsessed with Hannibal Lecter as Hannibal Lecter is with him and anyone getting between that was as good as dead.
after Will had let him go to undress, Will stands only feet away and watches him. he has no intention of looking away- his eyes follow every careful, deliberate movement with a raw hunger sparking in his eyes. it’s a rare power shift; Will has acknowledged Hannibal’s lack of submission early into their relationship and knew that there could be a potential power struggle from time to time, but more often than not, Will is happy to comply to Hannibal’s dominating personality. he may not always behave appropriately, but he understood Hannibal’s need for dominance and played into it exceptionally well. however, there are instances in which Will needs to be the one in charge and while it’s not always easy to get Hannibal to submit to him, Hannibal also understands Will’s need for dominance and eventually plays along with whatever Will needs at the time. that’s not to say Hannibal isn’t frustrating, though. for instance, in this particular moment, he’s taking his time to undress, deliberately moving at a snail’s pace, despite the ever growing frustration in Will. still, he does nothing but watches, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. then, when Hannibal is finally undressed, Will lets out a sigh of both frustration and relief.
once Hannibal is laid out on the bed, Will makes his move. he strips out of his clothes in a quick manner, discarding them carelessly on the floor. when he’s fully naked, he crawls onto the bed and crawls over Hannibal’s lithe body. he hovers over him, breathing hard as he looks down at Hannibal, taking him all in with his eyes. when Hannibal asks him what he plans to do now, Will feels a grin pulling at the corners of his lips. he leans down and captures Hannibal’s mouth into a fierce and hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into his mouth with practiced ease. he kisses Hannibal for a few minutes, just soaking up the attention he’s receiving. then, he breaks away to kiss down his neck, stopping at his adam’s apple to bite into it; he bites hard enough to leave a mark. he continues to kiss down his neck, leaving little bite marks here and there, and when he feels satisfied, he lifts his head to look at Hannibal, that same smile still on his face. “i want you to touch me, Doctor Lecter. you’re going to prep me with those fingers of yours so i don’t have to. you know your way around a prostate, Hannibal, i want you to make me cum with just your fingers. then, i’m going to ride you, and you’re going to make me cum again. you think you’re up for that?” not that he has much of a choice; Will’s already grabbing his hand and pulling it towards his bottom. then, he leans forward to whisper in Hannibal’s ear, “i suggest you get to moving, Hannibal. we’re going to be here for awhile.”
gonna reply to @drl3cter and consider it good enough for the night. i promise to actually reply to other people this week, just give me patience. it's been a long week <3
