Masterpiece - Part 10 | Finale!!!
NSFW - oral (m receiving! yippee! no i dont have a thing for oral [it's easiest to write i find] nope no siree why would i ever), praise, topping from the bottom, this will probably snap everyone's heartstrings lol, emotional sex ftw!!!!!!
THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR READING THIS THING! I'M SO HAPPY TO FINALLY HAVE IT COMPLETED!!!!!!!! LOVE YALL
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Will approached the car, shook hands with the chauffeur, and threw his suitcase in the trunk. He crawled into the backseat, and saw Hannibal sitting there, wearing a very lovely dark-red suit. He held a singular rose in his hand.
Will zipped up his suitcase, looked around the dorm, making sure there wasn’t anything else he needed to pack. There wasn’t; all his possessions were with him. He smirked to himself, left a sticky-note on Harry’s bunk that read, “dropping out, see ya around bucko” and left the dorm. He descended the stairs, stepped out of the university, and saw the black Bentley with Maryland plates idling in the parking-lot, waiting for him.
“Hello, sweet Will,” he purred, holding the flower out to him.
“Hi,” Will said, breathless and blushing. He did up his seatbelt, then took the rose from Hannibal. “Thanks.”
“Of course, darling.”
Will squirmed, giggled, kicked his feet. He loved being pampered like this; he loved being called “darling” and “sweet thing” by Hannibal, and he got an extra kick out of the rose. He buried his nose in its petals, took in its scent. It smelled just as a rose should smell.
“A rose by another name,” Hannibal said slowly, “would smell as sweet.”
Will blushed again, then smirked at him. “Et tu, Brute.”
They both smiled, and the Bentley pulled out of the university parking-lot.
“I know,” Hannibal purred, tucking a t-shirt under his chin and folding it in half, “but I want to. I want to fold your laundry.”
Hannibal was folding Will’s laundry and putting his clothes in the dresser in their bedroom when he came in, sat down on the bed. “Jesus, Hannibal,” he said, “you don’t have to fold my fuckin’ laundry.”
“Hm.”
“Would you like me to be doing something else, dear Will?”
“…no.”
“You sound unsure. Is something troubling you?”
“Um. Well, since we’re alone, and since I don’t go to school anymore… and we are in the bedroom…”
“Hush, sweet Will, good things come to those who wait.” Hannibal set the folded t-shirt aside, picked up a pair of Will’s jeans, folded them neatly.
“Don’t be such a tease,” Will pouted.
“Oh, needy, are we?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking knowingly at Will.
“I—no. I’m not being needy.”
“Your tone seems to think otherwise.” He folded the jeans over his forearm, set them on top of the t-shirt.
“And how would you know.”
“I’ve known you long enough to hear the needy tone in your voice.”
Will sighed. “Fine. I am being needy. But… I have hands. I don’t need—”
“Nonsense.” Hannibal stopped what he was doing, turned around to face Will. He thought Hannibal’s tie looked rather inviting and grabbable. He reached out, brushed his fingers over the fabric.
“Real silk, huh?”
“What else?”
“Tch—you’re so pompous.”
“I disagree, Will. Pompiety is rude; I despise the rude.”
“That’s true.” He tugged a little, and Hannibal gave in, leaning closer to him. “Do you like it when I’m needy?”
Hannibal smirked, but didn’t answer.
“Does it… turn you on when I pout? Make you twitch?”
“I do sense a… warmth pooling above my inguinal region, yes.”
“Mr Anatomical Terms. Jesus.”
“That’s Dr Anatomical Terms to you, Mr Graham.”
Will couldn’t hold out any longer. He pulled Hannibal down on top of him, tugging at his tie, his other hand gripping the doctor’s hair. He captured Hannibal’s lips in a feverish, greedy kiss, and felt his skilled surgeon’s hands unzip and unbutton his jeans. His broad, rough fingers slid up under Will’s flannel, tickling his happy trail, circling his belly-button.
Will broke the kiss, bit Hannibal’s ear, making him whimper. He liked drawing needy little sounds from him, and Dr Lecter loved making them for him. He liked pleasing Will; it made Hannibal feel powerful and equally powerless when he praised him for his behavior.
Hannibal’s hands roamed up to Will’s nipples, circling his areolas, making the skin erect. “So sensitive,” he purred, licking his lips.
Will rutted up against Hannibal, making them both gasp. “You want me?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Y-yes,” Will stammered, heart pounding.
“Preferred position?”
Will whimpered, unable to think. “L-like… like last time.”
“Oral?”
“Yes!”
“You go first.”
“Hanni—!”
“Good things come to those who wait, sweet thing.”
Will pushed Hannibal off of him, scowling playfully. He didn’t even bother with his blazer, vest, or untucking his shirt; he went right for the slacks. Button undone, fly unzipped, and faux-sharkskin around his ankles. Will shucked down his silken boxers, then grabbed him by the ass, pulling him forward. He stared greedily at Hannibal’s cock, hard and curving slightly upward, leaking precum. Veins were prominent across the skin, and Will could swear he heard his stomach growl.
“Goddamn you’re a pretty sight,” he rasped, before widening his jaws and accepting the bulk of him into his mouth. He reached a quaking hand up to cup Hannibal’s balls before he pulled his mouth off, swirling his tongue over his weeping tip.
“Oh, Will…” he groaned reverently, “you know how to drive me crazy. It’s perfect.”
Will smirked, then pushed forward again, trying not to gag on him. He cupped his tongue to accommodate Hannibal, and he was rewarded a long, growling moan.
“Yes, Will… oh, that’s perfect…”
He blinked back tears, trying to swallow the saliva and precum that filled his mouth, but to no avail. His uvula and palate wouldn’t oblige him with Hannibal’s cock rammed down his throat. However, he did learn that applying suction elicited the most delightful sounds from the doctor.
Will was greedy, impatient, impulsive. Hannibal was basking in the sensation of the cozy, safe warmth of Will’s oral cavity. Fingers tangled in perfect brown curls, holding Will in place. But Hannibal wasn’t about to fuck Will’s throat; he was simply going to stand there, make Will do all the work.
“Sonofabitch,” Will muttered, swallowing a bit more saliva, “makin’ me work like a dog. And you said I wasn’t your dog.”
“Change in dynamic, sweet Will,” Hannibal managed, groaning out his words, “you said you liked… hnn… variety.”
The word fell salaciously from Hannibal’s lips, making Will work harder and faster. He occasionally grazed the doctor’s length with his teeth, making him squirm and growl. Hannibal murmured something in Lithuanian.
“Hmm?” Will looked up, not taking his mouth from Hannibal.
He shook his head, motioned for him to continue.
“M-hm.” Will nodded as best he could, then nuzzled up against Hannibal’s inguinal region, taking him as far down as he could. One hand still cupped his heavy balls, while the other squeezed Hannibal’s ass in rhythm with his hypnotic throbs.
“I could do this all day,” Will teased, torturously pulling off, “want me to?”
Hannibal shook his head. “N-no, darling… please…”
Will smirked, knowing he had the upper hand—topping from the bottom, as they say—and enveloped Hannibal once again, before hollowing his cheeks and widening his esophagus.
The doctor came with a long, rumbling moan that seemed to shake the room and the floor, and Will’s very bones, but he didn’t pull off—or even stop sucking—until Hannibal was completely limp, and then some. Will loved seeing him overstimulated and unable to take more, yet enduring it because it was too good to stop. He saw this now, as he drew the last of Hannibal’s seed from him, now limp as could be.
“W-Will… stop… darling, please…” Hannibal begged, tugging at his hair.
“Oh, alright,” Will said, releasing him. He wasn’t hard anymore, which disappointed him, but Hannibal dragged him to his feet, propped him up on the bed, and yanked Will’s jeans off, along with his boxers. One brush of his thumb over Will’s tip, and he was a hard, leaking, whimpering mess.
“Hannibal, pleheheheeeaaaase…”
“Anything you say, darling.” His mouth opened, enveloping Will, then clamped down on his base. “Mmm….”
“Fuck… Jesus, do that again.”
Hannibal chuckled, sending sensuous vibrations through Will’s pelvis, to his fingertips and toes. He thrust forward against Hannibal’s mouth, but found his hips pushed back against the bed with dexterous hands, leaving him without the comfort of the doctor’s mouth.
“Let me, sweet thing,” he purred, a trail of saliva and precum on his lips, “you rest now.”
Will’s head leaned back, felt Hannibal’s uneven teeth scrape over him, making him whimper and moan at the same time. “Slow down, Hanni…”
“M-mm,” he tutted, pressing his thumbs into Will’s iliac crests, “m-mm. Mmm. M-hm…”
Discouragement quickly turned to praise, and Will could feel himself already tipping over the edge. He wanted this. He needed this. He’d realized, that morning, that this was all he had ever really wanted, after he’d met Dr Lecter for the first time. He hadn’t known it then, but he’d subconsciously felt that, if he couldn’t have Hannibal, he would be forever incomplete.
Will came undone with a cry, spilling down Hannibal’s throat, tugging at his hair and praising him, thanking him, all of their relationship prior to this moment crashing down on him from on high. He felt cleansed, enlightened, and finally at peace. As he felt the blood leave his cock, he looked down, gazing thankfully and admiringly at Hannibal, whose eyes were brimming with tears.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, cupping his cheek, “you’re beautiful.”
Hannibal pulled off at last, kissed his tip appreciatively, and simply stayed on his knees before Will, gazing at him. Although Will had said himself that he wasn’t fond of eye-contact, he couldn’t help but stare into those perfect maroon eyes, and get lost in them forever.
“I love you, Hannibal,” he crooned, cupping his jaw in both hands now, holding him as if he were something precious. “I’m so glad you came into my life.”
He smiled in return, the wrinkles around his eyes melting Will’s heart and piercing his very soul. “I love you too, Will,” he said tearfully. “I’m so… so so so glad we met. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Will smiled and shook his head, then leaned down and kissed Hannibal’s forehead. “My masterpiece.”
THE END
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