Hannigram Oneshots

●Forgiving Part 2 (Smut)●

Will's back was suddenly pressed into a wooden door, a pain shooting through his shoulder at the harsh movement. He wasn't given time to process or react to the pain as a pair of lips met his own. Hannibal had him pressed firmly into the door, hands working to untucked his button up. Will kissed back hungrily, hands lifting to tug at the other's gray-blonde locks.

They pulled away suddenly, both panting for air as they stared into each other's depths. In the dark room, Hannibal's brown eyes seemed black; yet somehow the orbs were ablaze with hunger. Longing. Lust. Will's blue eyes were steely, the irises shrunk and overtaken by pupils. Before Will could tug the other back into a kiss, he was pulled away from the door.

A slight stumble, and he was shoved down onto the mattress. He bounced slightly on the plush, head turning to look at the other man. The latter was now lit up with moonlight, shedding his suit jacket and vest. Will watched carefully, feeling his pants tighten with the sight before him.

Suddenly he was pinned down into the mattress, hands held above his head with a knee between his legs. Their lips met again, Will's hips bucking involuntarily in a chase for friction. He grunted into the kiss, struggling against the hold. The older man's tongue slid into his mouth, exploring the warm cavern and receiving a groan of encouragement.

Will clenched his fists, trying to pry his wrists from the latter's hold. The other man's grip was tight, expectedly with the lethal hobby he partook in. Will's conflict flashed again, the justice seeking side of him telling him to pull himself away and leave without a word. Yet the lustful, desiring side won through once again as the others knee shifted.

His wrists were finally freed and his hands immediately fell to the other's shirt. The kiss was broken, both gasping for air. Hannibal's hand moved to open the top buttons, mouth lowering to the pale skin on the others neck. Will's fingers worked clumsily on the buttons of the older man's shirt, pining for skin on skin contact. Through the multiple layers of fabric and the light teasing of Hannibal's knee, his half-hardness was now straining in his pants.

Will shoved the others shirt over his shoulder, freeing him from the fabric. He let out a kiss at the feeling of teeth in his neck. The pain blossomed from the point, an unexpected pleasure following just after it. He tangled his fingers into the others chest hair, feeling the others sharp canines dig into his skin. Hannibal's warm tongue lapped over the wound, giving a guttural growl at the taste of the others blood.

The older man lifted himself, pulling the others shirt off of him completely and tossing it away. Will wrapped his hands around the back of his lover's neck, pulling him back into a teeth and tongue kiss. Their chest pressed together, both welcoming the contact. A hand trailed down and grabbed onto his belt; Will felt himself twitch.

The belt was undone and followed the shirt. The latter's mouth traveled back to his neck, continuing to paint the pale white canvas with various shades of reds, pinks, and purples. The sound of a zipper filled the room as Hannibal pulled it down excruciatingly slow. Will nearly whimpered as the pants were pushed down and a hand found its way to his boxer covered crotch.

The man's skilled hands worked slow and teasingly, rubbing him through the fabric. Will's hips bucked again, chasing the source of pleasure with a moan. He was vulnerable, giving himself completely to the monster above him and the monster was reciprocating. Will's boxers soon followed the pants, leaving him bare under the cannibal.

Hannibal lifted himself, chest heaving as he stared down at the latter. Will's curls flooded outward around him, damp with sweat that clung to his skin. His hardness had grown to its peak, twitching in desperation against his stomach. The man on the bed was beautiful, and Hannibal could feel his heart swell with pride. With even more longing. With love.