Hannigram smut

not just a physchiatrist and a patient..

It was late at night and hannibal had been doing some paper work in his office, going over the notes from will's therapy session prior today, he closed his eyes for a few moments lost in thought. Hannibal had always thought will was a very intelligent and attractive but awfully troubled man and where this would lead others astray from getting close to will it almost excited hannibal. He was fascinated by his mind and captivated by his actions, always curious to will's next step, especially in investigations, he was appreciative to have will as his patient and friend. That is all he was, until recently, hannibal had found himself thinking of will a lot more frequently, during the day at work and even during the nights at home and definitely in a more then friendly way.
"Dr. Lecter? I hope I'm not interupting, I needed to speak with you" the voice resonated throughout the room and dragged hannibal out of his thoughts as he opened his eyes to see will stood before him sheepishly with arms at his sides and his gaze grazing the room.
"Ah will, my apologies, I didn't hear you knock" he fixed his eyes on will's features, studying him. "What can I help you with?" Will began to approach his desk slowly, Doctor lecters eyes travelled from his face all the way down and back up again. He was not wearing usual attire, dressed in plaited pajama bottoms,a matching button up shirt and no shoes. "Do you know how you got here will? Do you know where you are"
"I'm not having a psychotic episode Dr lecter I just forgot to put shoes on, I needed to come see you right away I couldn't let it wiz around my head any longer" will's tone became slightly agitated and sarcastic but still sincere. "Let what 'wiz' around your head any longer will?" Hannibals curiosity had peaked and he was studying will intently. "Us Dr lecter. What- what are we? Because we are clearly not just patient and physchiatrist, or- or friends so I don't want to hear that word." Will's words poured out in a stream and he shifted about as he spoke. "Well will, what do you think we are"
"I don't know! That's why I had to come here and ask you." He sighs "look all I know is that- you are in my head all the damn time and it's driving me insane" he steps closer, agitated, "and- and I don't know what to do anymore", he steps closer again until he is practically lent over hannibals desk. "I need you to tell me..please.." hannibal pauses for a moment to think before standing up out of his chair and coming around the desk closer to will. He begins to step back as hannibal takes another step forward, this repeats until his back hits the wall behind them. Hannibal leans close his husky but smooth voice humming in Will's ear. "I don't know what we are will. But you are right we are, definitely, more than patient and physchiatrist" both of their breath hitches as hannibal finishes his sentence and leans back to examine will's face. A moment of silence occurs between the two, the tension so thick you could cut it with blunt scissors. Suddenly their bodies fill the gap between them and their lips meet each others in an aggressively passionate kiss, neither of them knew who had initiated it but they didn't care. The hunger they shared for each others touch grew the longer the kiss lasted, they both stumbled back towards the desk. Hannibal broke the kiss and lifted will so he was perched on top of it. He ran one hand through the back of his hair and pulled it back slightly causing wills mouth to open, slipping his tongue inside he released his grip on will's hair and moved his hand to the side of will's face. Meanwhile will's hands were firmly gripping Dr lecters jacket, both were breathing heavily between kisses and will gave out slight soft noises. Hannibals other hand found it's way down to the buttons on will's shirt and slowly started to undo them. Once the first couple buttons had been undone the shirt loosened revealing more of his neck and shoulders. Hannibal trailed kisses across his jaw line and down his neck, causing him to tilt his head back, hannibal began kissing his neck passionately leaving small bruises here and there earning a few moans from will. Something about hearing him like that, having him like this, drove hannibal wild, he began to bite at his neck, softly at first to gauge his reaction.
"Ah- mm fuck- what're you doing-" he said in-between heavy breathing. "Would you like me to stop?" Hannibal didn't want to stop. He wanted more. He bit his neck again, harder this time making will wince slightly "ah- no keep going-" and with that he happily continued biting at will's neck creating darker bruises across his soft skin. Will let out small whines and groans each time hannibals teeth made contact with his skin. This just made hannibal want even more. Not just to bring him pleasure but to have him the way he knows no one else has had him before, to own his body. Will wanted it to. He craved it. They both did.