PLease write all the soft hannigram forEVER
Nothing says ‘soft hannigram’ like… fisting?
Stuck halfway between a laugh and a belly low groan, Will chokes. He inhales through his nose.
“More.” He says.
“I only have my thumb left.” Hannibal says. His thumb pressing against the fleshy part of Will’s inner thigh. A little reminder. A little hello. His four fingers and his knuckles rubbing and stretching the inside of Will open.
It’s not like last time.
Will is not hesitant now. He had a solid month of obsessing over the what if of last time. What if he had said yes. What if Hannibal had pushed him regardless of what he had said. What if Will had let Hannibal crawl and shove his way inside of his body. No cut. No knife. Split him open with his bare hands.