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-whistles- "Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?"

@runsonfear said: “Hard to imagine you getting into many fights, Doctor. Just how bad was ‘very bad?’“ 

“I was unable to relieve myself for two weeks without the help of a catheter…if you must know.” 

// i apologize on behalf of myself and my muse for the amount of wreckage on this internet freeway

"Just once? I never pegged you for a quitter, Dr. Lecter."

54, 67, 89. Enthrall me Doctor.

Nsfw asks 

54. What do you do with your pubic hair (shave, trim, wax, nothing, etc.)?“…..Trim. Wax on occasion.” 

67. Have you ever attempted (or succeeded) to give yourself oral?“…………..Once. I did not succeed. I was much younger.” 

89. Do you think you’re “good” at sex, or your performance/skill could use improvement?“I would definitely say I’m quite adept. Certainly I’ve never received any kind of complain from my partners, and I’ve always managed to deliver a fulfilling experience”

“Hard to imagine you getting into many fights, Doctor. Just how bad was 'very bad?'"

56, 57, 84

Nsfw asks

56. Do you tuck your penis a certain way (i.e. left or right) when you get dressed?  “Always to the left.”

57. Do you have or want any genital piercings? Do you like any on other people?  “No, and not generally. Although this one time..”

84. Have you ever had any genital injuries?“Yes. A few times. Generally from fights. It was only ever once a very bad injury.” 

// discussing the safe word, hannigram edition.

@drhanniballecter

Will outright grinned.  There is a certain flavor of satisfaction that comes from being the first to do anything for someone.  Having this would be another link in the gold chain of his mind, tying together the various impressions he had of the man in front of him.

“I think you will,” he said, fingers working to unclasp the belt and slip it out from its loops.  “And I’ll start slow.  Make it last as long as it needs to.”  The leather was tough and smooth in his palm.  Folding it once, he gave one soft smack of it against his palm.  He folded it one more time and did it again, this time satisfied with the sharp, tight sound he got.

Standing up to full height again, he unzipped Hannibal’s pants and slipped his fingers down to palm the hard girth there.  He wanted to feel it before he saw it:

“Well, shit, Dr. Lecter,” he murmured, “not bad at all.”

He continued to stroke, lightly, as he continued:  “I need you to pick a word.  Any word you like, but it’s got to be short and easy to remember.”  Absently, he slid the belt gently up and down Hannibal’s thigh, his back, up under his chin.  “Anytime you want me to stop, use that word.  I’ll stop no matter what, alright?”

He nipped at his new lover’s jaw while his mind whirred over a myriad of possibilities; some included the belt, the counter, the chocolate, and the hours left to them in the night.  “What’s your word, Hannibal?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Tag yourself, yugioh version

“Hey, hey, hey: what's said in bed is like what happens in Vegas.”

// procrastination blogging // [runsonfear]: "What would you have had me do, exactly?"

“For starters you could have put oil on the pan so it wouldn’t stick.

Careless.”

Will hummed as Hannibal bit and sucked, eyes fluttering shut to feel those teeth and that tongue more acutely.  He rolled his hips a little, just to tease the shape of his growing erection against Hannibal’s.  A small hiss when Hannibal nibbled his ear; he grinned:

“Good man.”  He stripped his shirt off and cast it to the side.  One arm snaked around Hannibal’s middle to press him closer ad he reached for the bowl of chocolate with the other.  The feeling of skin on skin, muscles twitching against muscles, Hannibal’s hair against his own hairless chest, saturated his senses and he let his drawl run deep when he spoke:

“Now, close your eyes—,” a wink, “please.”

With two fingers dipped into the chocolate, he started drizzling the sauce on select areas of Hannibal’s neck, his collarbone, his shoulders and such, moving downward along the body.  He lapped and slurped and bit the chocolate off as he went, making obscene noises and leaving little toothy indents like breadcrumbs.  Occasionally, he’d let his fingernails scrape down some patch of skin to see the flesh pink in neat lines.

As he got ever lower, closer to Hannibal’s belt he paused to look up at Hannibal, his eyes clear and bright.  “I’m going to remove your belt, but I’d like to use it on you.  Is that alright?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

"Your own fault for insisting on making this a cooking lesson...again. I know I can deal with me, myself, and I alone tonight; your track record isn't so great there."

// procrastination blogging // [runsonfear]: "What would you have had me do, exactly?"

“For starters you could have put oil on the pan so it wouldn’t stick.

Careless.”

"You have too many kinds of oil; how was I supposed to figure that out? Olive oil, extra virgin olive oil, canola oil, coconut oil...this is excessive."

// procrastination blogging // [runsonfear]: "What would you have had me do, exactly?"

“For starters you could have put oil on the pan so it wouldn’t stick.

Careless.”

That’s a lie; Hannibal Lecter is a punk bitch

Heard that Hannibal Lecter has an 8pack

That Hannibal Lecter is shredded.

So sex

@runsonfear this is how Hannibal French kisses

Well, Will thought, it's a helluva 'how do you do,' and a lot more concise.

Swept up in the passion of the moment, Will followed for a few heartbeats. He let his mouth and body be moulded to Hannibal's will, his tongue and hands. With a moan, he began to push back; his grip a little more forceful and his teeth a little more biting. He clutched Hannibal's scalp in his fingers and kissed like he'd damn well die if they stopped.

// lil smth smth for the lulz // [runsonfear]: "I want the K"

Send me I want the K and I’ll generate a number; 21: Then there’s tongue

Hannibal grabbed Will rather forcefully, with one arm wrapped around his back, and pulled him into a kiss. Hannibal parted his lips slightly and let his tongue gently outline Will’s lip. Not even waiting to see if Will would reciprocate in the lip parting, he pushed his tongue past Will’s lips and into his mouth, finding the younger man’s tongue and running his across it. 

Will allowed Hannibal to do this; let his hand be guided down and to the undoing of that top button.  He pressed his nail into the skin, feeling the dusting of chest hair there catch as he scratched his way down.  He let himself be guided back to the bowl, hands braced against Hannibal’s shoulders for balance.

“Then I’ll give you me.”  Will said, and felt the warmth of chocolate and Hannibal’s lips against his own.  He licked around and in Hannibal’s mouth, scraping his teeth against lips and tongue.  He brought a hand up to cup Hannibal’s neck and adjust the angle; he wanted to taste as much of this man as possible.  With his free hand, he undid the rest of the shirt buttons and ran his fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, sometimes scratching down to feel that rhythmic catching of hair against nails.

Pulling away, breathing a bit labored, Will wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  His fingers lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal some of his skin.  He paused and his mouth twitched into a smirk:

“What’s the magic word?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Who told u

Head cannon that Will is a secret Backstreet Boys fan.

He also unironically listens to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up

// @drhanniballecter and I have been constructing Will's phone.

Beautiful White Chocolate Sphere, with strawberry & chocolate on the inside. ✅ By Unknown. Let us know who is behind this great dessert ✅

#ChefsOfInstagram @DessertMasters

Letting his finger be sucked into Hannibal’s mouth, it isn’t hard to imagine the same happening to his cock.  He rocks his hand forward, gently, to make Hannibal tilt his head back; his finger crooking to press into the soft muscle of Hannibal’s tongue.  When Hannibal finishes, Will watches the remaining glint on his upper lip.

“Good.”  He says, catching Hannibal’s chin in his hand.  He rubs that glint on Hannibal’s lip with his thumb.  It’s addictive, the way he can manipulate just this small part of Hannibal; the flesh pinking a little as he presses and pushes, feeling the teeth behind the lips.

Will leans in, just close enough that his breath puffs against Hannibal’s skin and he can see the distinct lines of color in Hannibal’s eyes.  His lips brush Hannibal’s slightly when he speaks: “Want some more?”

His hand moves to cup Hannibal’s neck, the base of his palm on the Adam’s apple.  He doesn’t apply any pressure, yet.

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

drhanniballecter:

runsonfear:

drhanniballecter:

“Yo.”

Hannibal swagged his way over to his office door, made agape by one unfortunate visitor.

He was just in the middle of cookin up another crime scene, so whoever it was at the door was in a shitload of trouble.

“You dun goofed, mate.” Hannibal growled dangerously.

“No you.” Will was hip to all the happenings up in here.  He’d figured it out with his empathy or whatever.

“The jig is up, fam, I’m knowin on your game.”

“Listen, Sweaty” Hannibal smiled condescendingly. He wasn’t about to let some basic hoe step in up on his shit. He knew how to handle this tight sitch with some choice shade.

“You may think you’re playing the game, son,” hannibal started, with the heaviest amount of salt

“Butt sweaty pie, you’re actually tripping balls something fierce.” There was enough salt for a batch of Mcdonalds 99c menu fries.

Hannibal may be a salty hoe, but Will was ready for that shit.

“El-oh-el, you actually think I want to play your game?  Finna end the mother fucker.”  If they were in Sassyland living in Sassy City, the Capital of Sassyland, then Will would have been the mayor of Sassy City and he’d live in the sassiest building in Sassy City and, in his spare time, be the captain of the S.S. Sassy.

“Like, why are you so obsessed with me?  Your design isn’t even that great.” He snapped his fingers in a z-formation.  “Hashtag REKT.”

A very quality starter||open to all

Will watches the flex and roll of Hannibal’s muscles for a few moments; the suggestion beneath his shirt, the tightening sinews of his arms.  He removes his own jacket, folding it over one of the kitchen stools.  Instead of rolling up his sleeves, he undoes the buttons of his shirt and discards it the same way; he stretches his arms, now feeling a little freer in just his undershirt.

“You think this’ll be enough, then?”  He stirs the chocolate with a wooden spoon, turning it over to keep the temperature even.  It occurs to him that, at a previous time and place in their lives, Will might have had an issue with Hannibal having an entire bowl of chocolate ready for this.  It also occurs to him that he is no longer the Will that would have that issue.

He dips his finger into the chocolate, about up to the second joint, covering it in thick syrup.  He walks over and brings the chocolate up to Hannibal’s lips.  “Tell me how it is.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

“No you.” Will was hip to all the happenings up in here.  He’d figured it out with his empathy or whatever.

“The jig is up, fam, I’m knowin on your game.”

A very quality starter||open to all

“Yo.”

Hannibal swagged his way over to his office door, made agape by one unfortunate visitor.

He was just in the middle of cookin up another crime scene, so whoever it was at the door was in a shitload of trouble.

“You dun goofed, mate.” Hannibal growled dangerously.

@runsonfear

A low, breathy little laugh escapes just as Hannibal collects his plate, “Don’t need to.”

This close, Will can see even clearer the minute changes in Hannibal’s face as he speaks.  Will could watch that for hours, he thinks.  He leans in just a little, so his nose is nearly bumping Hannibal’s.

He says: “I’ll help you with the chocolate,” then abruptly turns and leaves for the kitchen.

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

He notices his mouth has gone open: just a little breath shaped ‘o.’ Taking the wineglass he finishes it off in one gulp, hissing between his teeth when the bitter front of the wine blooms in his throat.

“Now that,” he stands, letting his eyes run over the shape and fabric of Hannibal’s suit, “does arouse my interest.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

did u bring the chocolate tho

“And you find me interesting…attractive.”  ‘Aroused interest’ definitely describes it.  Will looks up from his silverware and meets Hannibal’s eyes again.

“Then I’m something you want, Dr. Lecter.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

A grin pulls itself across Will’s face.  He refocuses his attention on his silverware, shifting them in his hands and biting his lip to hide a laugh.

“Depends on the amount of alcohol in my system.”  It’s a weak feint, he knows.  “What arouses your interests, Doctor?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

// u kno what’s cool?  messages about threads u like instead of rebloggin those threads bc it messes up my reblog counter

Will’s gaze flicks between Hannibal’s mouth and eyes.  “When it comes to your cooking, I don’t know if what I feel is surprise anymore.  Maybe something closer to ‘aroused interest.’”  Or resigned confusion.

“In any case,” he leans forward, elbows rested on the table, “I don’t mind learning a few new tricks.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”