(18+) Hannigram Smut | Hannibal

Une Nuit Tranquille - (Fluff)

Will sat blindfolded at the kitchen table. Hannibal had convinced him that this was, infact, the best way to taste test each individual course of Hannibal's new banquet menu. So far he had tasted smoked salmon canapes, coq au vin, ratatouille and tartiflette, and those had just been the entrées. Will knew better than to question what, or more accurately who, he had eaten thus far, but didn't mind not knowing.

"Hannibal please, I'm getting full." Will whined.

"My dear, we're only just onto the mains." Hannibal said, rattling with some silverware across the room.

Will heard Hannibal make his way over to the table and place another plate onto it.

"Salmon en papillote." He said, placing a small amount of the ingredients on a fork and bringing it up to Will's lips. "Open."

Will complied quickly, letting Hannibal feed him the salmon. He chewed slowly, letting each flavour linger on his tounge. It never failed to amaze him just how talented Hannibal was in the kitchen, ever subtle taste was elevated to a whole new level. He swallowed eagerly.

"Well?" Hannibal asked nervously.

"Yeah, it's good." Will answered reassuringly.

"You've said that for ever dish so far." Hannibal said impatiently. "Can't you do better than that?"

"Well, what do you want me to say?" Will asked playfully.

"Which of the spices is too overpowering, and which can you hardly taste? Is the salmon tender enough? Do the vegetables compliment the fish or do they create one too many different flavours?"

"I'm going to be entirely honest with you," Will started, taking a deep breath in. "I didn't even realise you had given me vegetables until you pointed it out." He said hastily.

Hannibal sighed into his hand. "God, you're terrible at this." He said after a moment, placing more food onto the fork before tasting it himself.

"Did I catch this salmon?" Will asked.

"Yes," Hannibal started before quickly correcting himself. "Well, technically Bella caught it, but you were there to supervise." He chuckled.

"What?!?" Will exclaimed suddenly. "I caught half a dozen quality fish and you ended up cooking with that pathetic, tiny fry that Bella found flailing around on the bank!?!"

"Oh, but she was so proud to have caught it." Hannibal laughed, teasingly.

"That's just ridiculous." Will huffed.

"Well, it tasted good, didn't it?" Hannibal asked coyly.

As if on cue, Bella bundled up to the men, sitting patiently at Hannibal's feet, tail wagging furiously.

"Hello, my darling." Hannibal said adoringly, staring down at the pup beneath him. "Would you like some?" He said, gently placing a peice of salmon on the floor beside him. Bella remained seated at his feet, staring eagerly at the fish, and then back up at Hannibal. "Aller!" Hannibal instructed, provoking Bella to scramble toward the salmon, gobbling it up happily.

"Didn't even catch it." Will whined, crossing his arms in a huff.

"Are you seriously jealous of a dog?" Hannibal asked, still chuckling at the absurdity of Will's reaction. "Next dish?" Hannibal asked, picking up the plate and taking it back over to the kitchen counter.

"Mhm." Will grunted.

He could hear Hannibal's heavy footsteps as he made his way back over to the dining table. Although, this time, Will didn't hear another plate being presented before him on the table. Before he had time to question the lack of a next dish, he felt a set of soft lips press up against his.

"Oh, Hannibal." He sighed into the kiss.

He could feel Hannibal smile softly before pushing back into the kiss. The two stayed there for a moment, simply relishing the feeling of eachother's lips.

"William, you really have no need to be jealous of a dog." Hannibal said, pulling out slowly from the kiss. "I love you both equally."

"Oh, shut up." Will said, playfully shoving Hannibal's face away from him.

Hannibal reached up towards Will's face, gently grasping the blindfolded around his eyes and pulling it down around his neck. Will blinked abruptly, readjusting to the light before leaning back into the kiss, Hannibal meeting him halfway. Will realised quite quickly that this wasn't the lust-filled, messy makeout that he was used to with Hannibal. This kiss was attentive and caring and had no intention of taking him to the bedroom. Will felt his body soften as Hannibal's body melted further into his. After another minute, Hannibal pulled out again, lazy eyes locked on Will's lips.

"I'm going to check on the fire." Hannibal said nonchalantly, wandering into the lounge room.

Will sat, frozen on the dining room chair. Staring off at the door that Hannibal has just disappeared behind. He bought his fingers up to his lips gently and grazed them tenderly, before standing up suddenly and following Hannibal into the room next door. He turned the corner to see Hannibal crouched down beside the fireplace, stoking the flames. Bella had taken up residence in Will's armchair and was sleeping soundly.

Will wandered into the room and sat carefully beside Hannibal, staring into the flames of the fire place. Hannibal looked over at him, his half-lidded eyes glued back onto Will's lips.

After a moment Will spoke quietly, still staring into the fire.

"Can you kiss me like that again?"

Hannibal smiled teasingly, leaning toward the man sitting beside him.
Their lips met quickly, pushing firmly into eacother, tounges cheekily sliding over eachother once Will had opened his mouth for Hannibal.

Lips still conjoined, Will bought his hands up to Hannibal's face, cupping his cheeks and tracing his jaw with the tips of his fingers. Hannibal bought his hands up aswell. One slid it's way up beneath Will's shirt, caressesing the curves of his back. The other found its way up to Will's hair, it's fingers twisted and teased at his curls. The two sat together silently for what felt like an eternity. The fire beside them raged on, adding to the heat and passion that they felt racing through their bodies.

Will was the one to pull out of the kiss this time, bringing his head down to rest on Hannibal's chest. He could clearly hear Hannibal's heart, beating heavily in his ear.

"I love you."

"I love you too."