Yearn | Hannigram

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Will had been acting a bit different this past week. After they'd slaughtered the fishermen and had a supply of food, there was no real need for them to get out of the house. Now, the younger man was incredibly needy, attached at Hannibal's hip like a lost pup. His eyes constantly locked on Hannibal's like it was the only thing he could see. Surely, Hannibal could also find himself lost in those dark oceans that swirled in Will's irises. But it was usually uncommon to find him staring back, given his usual affliction towards eye contact. Now, he was always dreamily gazing at him. He had been for months now, but this look was unwavering. Untouched with those bashful bats of his lashes, or his blushing cheeks. 

    In his gaze lied heroin, addiction, this yearning as if he didn't have all of Hannibal already. Like soon he'd begin to itch his wrists and a cold sweat would grace his brow. At first, Hannibal thought Will was starved for sex, so Hannibal cornered him in their room. Will smiled when he saw the change in Hannibal's demeanor. The younger man always got so desperate, surely anyone who'd been so touch deprived for so long would. But Will was not just anyone. He licked and swallowed Hannibal's length down like he was cleaning a gun with his mouth. Looked up at him like if Hannibal fucked into the wet heat it would blast his skull like a bullet. He soon began to whimper, his hips twitching and rolling in desire. This always made Hannibal feral. Made his mask slip, even fall completely off when Will's calloused hands wrapped around his neck and drained the blood from his brain. Dizzy and hungry, moaning while Will rode him.

      Hannibal only wished to hold onto him, to let him rut, bite and cut as he pleased. How gorgeous this combination of yearning masochism and bursts of sadism that knocked the breath out of his lungs. When Will's normal sweet and gentle kisses would begin to harden, pressing against him with fever. His teeth sinking into Hannibal's lip and sucking the blood out of him like the last sip of an expensive gold flaked wine. So sweet you suck it even from the cork, hollowing your cheeks to pull it in. You may even break the bottle open and cut your tongue lapping up whatever drops collected on the inside.

      Will's sugary ferocity had gotten more and more intense. Not even being fucked into the bed until he cried and whimpered and his stomach was painted in layers of cum, seemed to sate Hannibal's famished lover. No amount of Hannibal's glorious meals decorated with chrysanthemums and clovers, dripping with a blood wine sauce of Hannibal's creation- could fulfill him. It was Will's favorite. Still, even groaning about how full he was and how delicious the food was, that hunger was still burning in his eyes as bright as ever. 

     Hannibal spent an ungodly amount of time perplexed as to what more Will could want. How holy, how vicious is fire when it burns this hot. Will was feverish and boiling whenever Hannibal's hands slid over his sweaty skin. Kissing his salty neck and licking over its heat. Paying dedicated attention to the scar on Will's neck where Hannibal tore out a piece of his flesh the day they'd fallen into each other's arms the first time. How he'd press at the mark on Will's thigh where he'd allowed Hannibal to take a part of him forever. He smiles as he presses his own scar, the dark purple on his bottom lip where Will ripped and drank his blood.

     "Hannibal, please," He begged. Will had been pleading an awful lot. Begging and begging but not truly saying anything. Like the empty prayers of a man who has no faith after a life of unanswered wishes. His eyebrows would twist, and Hannibal wouldn't put it past him to soon fall at his feet and beg for whatever has been haunting him lately. Hannibal just needed to wait. He was usually so good at patience, and at worming into someone's mind to see what they were thinking. He always had an issue guessing what Will thought, he could never predict this feral man. It was frustrating. But it was also so much of why Hannibal had become infatuated in the first place. He thought unlike anyone else in the world. There may be others with his afflictions, but there was not another Will Graham like his. How lucky Hannibal was to own this beautiful beast.