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Prompt: Will tunes out during sex.

They’re in bed, it’s very hot, and the fan hums a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room, calming, soothing. Beyond the gently flowing curtains, sunlight bathes the space in hues of yellow and orange, evoking the ethereal essence of a languid four o'clock golden hour. The sheets are white, soft, silky and perfect on a king-sized canopy bed.

The bed holds them captive each morning, especially on scorching summer days like this, when they linger, reluctant to part from its embrace. They’ll get up to eat sometimes, but usually they’ll pack up the mini fridge to avoid having to leave the bedroom. Today, a plate sits on the night stand, scattered with half-eaten grapes, strawberries, and watermelon cubes, and two glasses of tea, now diluted with melted ice.

CW: 18+

They’ve taken a cold shower a few hours ago to relieve the heat, and their bodies are now all soft, dried, and smell like bergamot, orange, pomegranate and patchouli. Will's hair carries the fragrance of cypress, lemongrass, and geranium.

They’re both delicious and fresh, naked on the Marrakesh sheets, crafted from percale Angel Luxe Egyptian cotton, it’s white and feels otherworldly sensual against their cool skin. Will is laying on his back, draped across the bed, like a lazy cat. Vacant eyes, wet hair almost completely dried by the heated air, head turned to the window, slowly blinking at the golden gleams outside. Hannibal lays beside him, body glued on his, one hand holding Will’s leg by the thigh, as he props himself on his elbows, face buried in Will’s throat, inhaling, kissing, tonguing, nuzzling that sweet spot, as his lower body moves back and forth, in and out of Will’s, rhythmically, sensually, languidly, and it feels like he’s covered in Ambrosia silk, sliding in and out with almost no friction at all, oozing and pouring from inside Will. It’s hypnotic, the sound, the sense of the movement, the heat coming off of their mingled bodies. His hands are already starting to form sweat from where he’s holding Will’s thigh, by the nook of his knee. Hannibal is trying to control himself and keep the pace slow, but he can feel it boiling up inside him. He notices Will is silent, which is rare, almost never occurring, in fact. Will is a screamer, he’s usually so loud, Hannibal wonders if the neighbors can hear them and that must be why they give them dirty looks. He doesn’t mind, of course. When he thinks about dying, he wishes heaven is a musical nothingness and his are Will’s little moans. But he is quiet now, and Hannibal lifts his face from Will’s neck to check on him.

His eyes are vacant, open but blinking slowly as if he’s on the verge of falling asleep. He’s reacting to the movements ever so slightly, with little sighs. He’s staring at the window but isn’t looking at it. The sun casts a golden shadow on half of his face, making his blue eyes appear extravagantly light, almost like the sky. And they’re void of the usual intensity they hold. Hannibal frowns at the sight, but gives him a little kiss on the cheek, to see if that will bring him back. Will just closes his eyes to the touch but continues to wander. Hannibal, with a lot of effort, stops moving and just looks at him. Where is he? Where could be better than here and now? He feels a soft ache in his chest. He though they were sharing something beautiful, but perhaps he was alone.

Will continues in oblivion, batting his lashes leisurely, lips slightly parted, his chest gently rising and falling. Hannibal considers saying his name but opts for a soft “hmmm” in his ear, like a cat purring for attention, followed by a light kiss there. Will doesn’t respond to it, so Hannibal lowers his leg back on the mattress.

“Hey, you” Hannibal whispers, nuzzling his ears and hair. 

Will lets out a small “hmm?”, absentmindedly.

“Where have you gone?” Hannibal smiles and tenderly brushes his hand on Will’s cheeks. Skin golden by the Sun, smooth by the au beurre de Karité he massages onto his face each morning. What a greek god, a mirage. So perfect, so sensual and beautifully crafted. “Is this not good for you?”

Will finally but slowly reawakens, raising his brows and blinking distractedly. “What?” 

Hannibal smiles softly at him and brings his hands to his hair, stroking up and down. “Was it not good?” he asks with genuine concern. “It was so good for me that I failed to check on you. I apologize.” He gives featherly kisses on Will’s eyes.

“What…” Will mumbles inattentively and finally find Hannibal’s eyes.

“Amore mio…” Hannibal gives him a fondly impatient smile. “Where are you?”

“Sorry,” Will swallows and sighs loudly. “It was good.” He parts his lips, tongue sliding out, leaning for a lazy and wet kiss. “Keep going.” He taps Hannibal on the thigh and lifts his leg back up, readjusting himself, shifting his head to the side again and closing his eyes.

Hannibal just looks at him for a moment. Will’s not even hard anymore.

“Tell me where you were.”

Will flutters his eyes open again, “Nowhere, I was here. Just…” he sighs, smiling at Hannibal now, “it’s really hot…and I’m a little lethargic, that’s all.”

Hannibal studies him for a moment, isn’t entirely convinced, but opts for a gentle kiss on the forehead instead of more probing. He looks like an angel and very hard to resist like this, all pliant and mellow. So Hannibal just shifts, getting on top of him, taking both hands in his and pressing them above the pillow, with gentle but firm pressure. Will blinks slowly and gives him a lazy smile. He’s still absent, but his body is reawakening, almost instinctively, to Hannibal’s. His legs languidly glide on Hannibal’s, inviting. Hannibal leans in and kisses him open mouthed, tongues slippery and sopping, in a way that always ignites Will and makes him painfully turned on, whimpering in Hannibal’s mouth through glossy kisses.

Just like that Hannibal can feel Will hardening against his core, and he smiles through the kiss. He slides in with no effort, both still sleek from before, and Will reacts with a little quiver, parting his lips. As soon as his eyes fall shut, Hannibal leans closer, nuzzling his face. “Uh-uh, stay with me,” he commands, willing him to keep his eyes open.

He does, and they make love like this until the sun begins to set, and the air begins to cool.

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hi again i am so sorry (not really but i'm polite) about bothering you but someone wrote a one shot for this prompt from your side blog and i have BROKEN AN ACTUAL SWEAT trying to find that piece of writing. ik it's right here on tumblr because i read it here but can you please help me find it i've lucidly dreamt about it and i cannot get it out of my head- it's BEEN MONTHS ;(

will tuning out during sex: how does hannibal notice? what are the tells? what is his reaction? what does he do about it? how does he feel about it?

wait what?? I had no idea someone wrote that prompt, but I'll try to find it right now (my next reblog will be it if I find it)

#prompts #where is it #ask the lamb

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hi i was holding up just fine not freaking out about the reunion till now but now i'm losing my shit jfc i need multiple restraining orders on what i might end up doing in the next few hours send heLP-

no because I thought I was saved but then I saw the panel is at nighttime and I am fuming cause I'll be home by then and I'm gonna have to endure the torture of live reports AAAAA

#I think I'm gonna watch a long movie like Harry Potter or something that eats away the hours otherwise I'll implode #reunion #ask the lamb

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#100% hannigram #Will is morticia of course #nbc hannibal

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“You are my heart, you know that?” Hannibal whispered, and big, blue eyes stared into his, pleading a silent prayer he never knew just how to answer. “My love, my life,” he said with kitten kisses, like the ones they saw on a walk one afternoon, rubbing their noses together. How did they get this way? So tender, so vicious. And it was with this vicious tenderness that Will said: 

“Let’s stay. We can walk later, let’s stay here,” with hands searching bare skin, stripping them away, of clothes, of defenses, of excuses and failed trials.

“Okay,” an answer filled with precarious surrender, one that never ceased to expand, no matter how wounded it got.

Hannibal drowned in Will’s eyes and saw the puddle of thorns there, ready to ensnare him. He could already feel the sting, how it would scratch him delicately first, unintentionally, how it would cut him just on the surface of the skin, drawing blood, he could see himself leaning into it, on that puddle of thorns, how he’d put his hands on it, intentionally grab it, and how it would pierce through, how it would become such a bloody, bloody mess. That he’d be left to clean by himself.

#I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE IT OKAY #but I'm rereading it now 🤍 #I miss my clingy babies #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #fanfic

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Is it wrong to be so mesmerized by a patient's ass during the session about a murder case and asked him if he was feeling paternal (while staring at his beautiful bum)?

Asking for a friend.

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Hannibal S01E08 "Fromage"

Bonus:

Will trying to get a closer look at Hannibal's wounds and pretending he wasn't looking when Hannibal turns to him

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#nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #lambs polls

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#idk what a pretentious tank top is but regular tank top is not something hannibal would own #lambs polls #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter

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#pls Will would do it just to fuck with Jack seeing all of the pics lol #imagine the articles freddie would write lol #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #lambs polls

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#nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen

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trying not to cry in poor whenever I see posts of fans that are going to the reunion

#crying in south america #hope you guys have fun and hope we at least get cute things if we don't get season 4 #nbc hannibal #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen

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I'm foaming at the mouth IT'S TIME!

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pls I need this

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canon

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Get bonked with the murder wand

ouch. thanks 😌

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannigram #fanart

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who do you think would have a MAJOR degradation kink, will or hannibal?

i genuinely think both of them would have it to some extent but i think there would be a limit to what hannibal could bear.

This is actually really hard cause Will seems to have a repressed desire for pain and of course he has a desire for violence and to break free from the cages of normalcy , so that could also include degradation to sort of validate that, look how bad I am. And Hannibal seems to love shocking people so maybe he could also get off on degradation lol

#ask the lamb #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #hannibal lecter #murder husbands