(18+) Hannigram Smut | Hannibal

Le Dîner Fête

Will stood awkwardly in the doorway of a lavish, French mansion while Hannibal shook the hands of the maids at the door, letting them take his jacket. Will leaned over and whispered quietly in Hannibal's ear.

"This suit's scratchy." He said, awkwardly tugging at the fabric around his crotch.

Hannibal noticed the fidgeting and smacked Will's hand, causing him to rub his knuckles, stink-eyeing the older man.

"Remember, we're maintaining our facades. We are an esteemed, sophisticated, married couple with a successful vineyard. We are supposed to be polite and well behaved guests."

Two well dressed individuals approached Hannibal and Will, and Hannibal engaged in some polite conversation.

"Soirée Mademoiselle, La nourriture est divine!" Hannibal muttered to the hostess.

The two of the fawned over Hannibal for a minute before leading the two into a large foyer with dozens of well dressed men and women, all picking horderves from platters and sipping champagne. Will knew he was out of place. Even though Hannibal had bought him a clearly expensive suit, with new shoes and even a shiny tie clip (which Will had pointed out was a stupid and nonsensical expense). Compared to his usual t-shirt and jeans Will definitely felt like the odd man out. Hannibal on the other hand was already happily mingling with all of the highly esteemed guests, gossiping about nothing in particular and laughing at things that Will didn't find funny in the slightest (it didn't really help that Will couldn't speak a lick of French). Hannibal looked so poised and composed in his most expensive suit and his hair slicked back all the way. This left Will ogling over him from afar with very little subtly.

Hannibal glanced up out of the conversation to see the younger man staring over at him, he smiled slyly and wandered over to Will. Hannibal leaned over and whispered into Will's ear.

“The only thought in my head all day has been thinking about you riding me. I love seeing you take my cock like a good boy. I want to feel your tight ass squeezing my cock while you make yourself cum. You can use me anytime you want, baby. Just tell me what you need. Tell me to finish you when you’re losing your pace. We both know you can’t keep a rhythm going to save your life when you’re on your second orgasm. You lose control and I have to give you that next one because there’s not a chance in hell you’ll get to it yourself. Maybe I’ll tease you before I let you cum again. It’s the perfect chance for me to play with your cock because you’re too far gone to chase the orgasm yourself. Your hips buck like crazy and I have to hold you on top of me so you don’t fall off. After the second orgasm, you can be underneath me, okay? What’s that? You think you can only take one before you're all out? Not on the menu, my darling. I’m going to use that sweet body how I want and you’re going to take it until I decide you get to change position. Did I say two orgasms? I meant three. Cry about it. I wanna hear you crying for me. Who makes your cock cum the most?”

He chuckled when Will's words came out as gibberish, too stunned to form anything coherent. “Can’t even answer the question, huh? It’s okay."

Will glanced nervously around, biting his lip. Hannibal saw Will's nervous glances and leaned back into his ear.

“I can’t get a handle on myself when I think about going down on you, my dear. All I can think of is how delicious you taste and I’m as hard as a rock. When you get home, I’m going to pin your legs down with my hands on your thighs. Then I’ll lick your cock, up and down the shaft, fuck you with my tongue, lap at your tip until you’re whining, and then I’ll suck on it. I’m gonna suck until you scream for me to get off you. When you say you can’t take anymore, you can’t cum again, I’m going to slide a finger inside of you. Just one finger. And then, I’ll fuck your prostate while I keep sucking your aching cock. Then I’ll give you two fingers because I know how much you need to be stretched. You’re gonna cum one last time for me. Because I decide when you’re fucked out, not you.”