Porny prompt kinda: Hannibal is NOT into daddykink but Will is. Hannibal will put up with anything for Will. Hannibal has to research daddykink. Hannibal is a missionary vanilla kinda guy, he doesnt even really like binding your wrists in silk, he has no idea what Wills getting out of this but it isnt a turn OFF and he doesnt have to do it ALL the time. I like Hannibal to be long-suffering. tired Potato murder-dad is my kink
Hi! It’s hard for me to imagine Hannibal not into it, at least in the whys and hows of Will’s sexuality, especially from a performance sake. ;) But I gave it my best shot and this is first time writing this particular kink! Hope you like.
The first time it happened was a mistake.
Hannibal was fucking him. Pounding him into their bed rough and hard– just the way Will needed – the way he begged for. He might’ve been crying. He tasted salt, his face was hot and sticky. His dick was trapped underneath him, rubbing against the mattress and he knew he could come like this, without even being touched.
Hannibal breathed warm against the nape of his neck.
“Will,” he said. “Will.”
“Please– fuck– daddy.”
The word slipped out before he could stop it. Hannibal paused, for a fraction of a second. Will tensed but then Hannibal’s hands were sliding over his belly, his scar. He pulled Will close, anchoring him to his own body.
There was no space between them, just an impossible fullness that felt like breaking. Hannibal fucked Will so deep, stars burst behind his eyelids. Will sobbed, choking the word out again and again as he came, “daddy – daddy.”
After they peeled apart, sweaty and out of breath, Will buried his head in the pillow. His skin felt two sizes too small for the shame he carried. Everything in him was straining and tight.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you’d prefer not to,” Hannibal said gently. “We could never talk about it at all if you wish.”
“That wouldn’t be very fair to you,” Will said, muffled into the pillow. Then, he laughed, because he actually cared about being fair to Hannibal, even after all the blood and bodies that had come between them.
There was nothing to be done about that now. The story spilled out of him. He had never told anyone.
“When I was 18, I came home from college to visit my dad. It was Christmas break but he wasn’t there. Turns out he got a call to fix a house boat up north. Big money.”
“I am sorry you were alone,” Hannibal said.
“It was okay. I was used to it. My dad, he sent one of his friends over with a six-pack. We just started drinking. I got really drunk. And Mike–that was his name– he fucked me. First time I had sex. Bent over the old leather couch in our living room.”
Will could still remember the couch creaking with their weight, the faded leather rubbing against his knees. Mike told him he was perfect.
Hannibal traced a foreign shape on Will’s back.
Will peeped up at him from the pillow.
“It was pretty awkward really. I was so shy. And embarrassed. But he was – nice to me. He made me feel good. He – even tucked me into bed after.”
“Did your relationship continue?”
“No,” Will said. “Never happened again. Guess he was embarrassed, too.”
“It’s not unusual to fantasize about this sort of encounter,” Hannibal said. “We can explore it sometime. If you like.”
“Would you like it?”
“I would like to please you.”
Will rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I was asking and you know it.”
“For years I imagined our relationship as platonic. I thought some boundaries would never be breached.”
“And then I asked to fuck you.”
“There is nothing I am not willing to try with you.”
Will buried his head back into the pillow. “I don’t know.”
Yet something in him had given a traitorous lurch at Hannibal’s offer. He knew he wouldn’t deny himself.
Not with Hannibal.
Hannibal made them dinner. Will sat out on the balcony – watching the throngs of people below buying zucchinis and tomatoes across Eleftherias Square.
When Hannibal called him inside to set the table, Will had to rub his eyes. He blinked several times. The pot on the stove was filled with risotto. There was no meat in it.
“A vegetarian meal. Never thought I would see the day.”
Hannibal smiled at him. Will was suddenly struck by how normal he looked, still dapper and refined in his linen suit but less – less intense than Will had ever seen before. Hannibal was comfortable, Will realized.
“There’s lamb broth in the risotto,” Hannibal said, raising one eyebrow. “Maria wouldn’t let me walk away without buying some.”
Will laughed at that. “Of course she wouldn’t.”
They sat down to eat together. The risotto was delicious, it practically melted on Will’s tongue. It didn’t help his distraction.
He had felt better after telling Hannibal about what happened to him when he was 18. He didn’t realize how much it would help him and now he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Will pushed his food around aimlessly with the tips of his fork.
“The thing we talked about the other day,” Will said. He didn’t look up from his plate. “I’d like to try it. For real.”
“We should discuss your limits then,” Hannibal said, frustratingly nonchalant.
“You’ve researched this. Since we’ve talked.”
“I wanted to be prepared.”
“How Boy Scouts of you.”
“If you don’t behave, shall I punish you?”
Will blinked, then swallowed. “Yes.”
“Do you prefer ageplay?” Hannibal continued. “Or to be treated as you are?”
Will looked at Hannibal from under the dark sweep of his lashes, strangely nervous.
“Shall we begin tonight?”
Will’s heart fluttered. “Yes. Please.”
“My beautiful boy,” Hannibal said. The praise made his voice soft, as smooth as a caress on Will’s cheek. “Finish eating. Then I will take you to bed.”
Will closed his eyes for a long moment. “Thank you.”