Yearn | Hannigram

finding god in your rib

*warning: pure smut*

They'd slept in, parrots singing them a sweet lullaby late into the afternoon. Their airy bedroom soaked in orange light, Winston napping happily on the floor. Will's eyes fluttered open for a moment and he noticed a few lizards gathered on the tree in front of the window. 

     The sun was low in the sky when the men finally woke, limbs tangled together and Hannibal grinding against Will, still half asleep. Breathing heavily, a soft moan slipping from his lips as his hard on rubbed against the smooth skin of Will's thigh. 

      "G'mornin', darlin'," Will grumbled, sleep lowering his voice to a deep gravelly southern draw he managed to keep tucked in most of the time. "Somethin' I can help ya' with?"

      Hannibal's eyes shot open, and a wicked smile spread across his face. Will's accent was like honey and whiskey, driving over gravelly back roads. It made his knees weak and his heart flutter. "Where has that been hiding?"

      "Deep in the past, along with my chewing tobacco addiction," Will laughed. He honestly always thought Hannibal would find his accent, well, inelegant. Assuming he would prefer something posh over twang. 

     Hannibal growled as he rolled on top of his partner, grabbing his dark curls and pushing them into the pillow. "Never hide anything from me again, clear? Especially something as delicious as your true voice." Oh, Hannibal wanted to dig up every little secret Will had and bring them to the surface. He wanted to dissect him, take him apart piece by piece. Even then, he could never understand everything about his baby.

      "C-crystal." Will had been hard since Hannibal had pinned him down on the beach last night, but after he took a shower he was so exhausted he fell asleep the second he laid down. He felt like he never really could get enough of Hannibal's hands on his bare skin.

      But now, Hannibal was hungry. He crashed their lips together, like the tides meeting the land. Engulfing each other, tearing into the jagged coast of savagery that was their love. Hannibal immediately began sliding off their boxers while kissing down his chest and stomach. 

     "Grazuole," Gorgeous. Summer Will was something else entirely. The water making his curls tighten, sun turning his cheeks and shoulders baby pink. He smelled like sleep, cigarettes, and coconut. Hannibal wanted to eat him alive.

      He wrapped his mouth around Will's cock, enjoying the squeak it elicited out of his lover. Holding the sides of his hips harshly, he bobbed his head and slid his teeth over the sensitive skin ever so gently. How much Will trusted him was evident, a cannibal has teeth pressed against his dick and the boy was moaning and dripping pre cum into his mouth.

      Hannibal pulled off, not wanting this to be over quite yet. He wanted to tease and taunt his little killer, make him beg and cry. Will's sapphire eyes always did look so stunning dotted with tears. 

     Will whined in protest, Hannibal's lips felt far too good, he never wanted it to end. Then, there were large hands wrapped around his neck, tight enough to make his head go fuzzy. He could barely keep his eyes from fluttering back into his head as Hannibal ground into him.