Thread by @outofthecavern, “Think about it,” Will breathes, nuzzling into the crook of Hannibal’s neck [...]

“Think about it,” Will breathes, nuzzling into the crook of Hannibal’s neck as he stretches him loose. He moves his hands to grip Hannibal’s shoulders for support. “The thrill of the chase. The hunt.” Will’s hips twitch when Hannibal finds his prostate.-

-He moans, the tip of Hannibal’s finger rubbing over the bundle of nerves.

“You already had me at ‘chase,’ darling,” Hannibal purrs into Will’s ear, giving his lobe a quick nip. Will shivers, hand feeling weak as he moves to push at Hannibal’s hand to stop fingering him.-

-Hannibal pulls out and holds onto the base of his cock to keep steady. He can already feel the growth of his knot.

Will lifts, glancing down to make sure he’s in the right position before he sinks onto Hannibal’s cock with a moan, bottoming out in one smooth descent.-

-Hannibal lets out a breath through his nose as Will’s wet heat engulfs him. He growls low and runs his hands up and down Will’s back. “You’re breathtaking, Will,” he says in that baritone voice. It runs over Will’s skin as if he was breathing fire and Will blushes, the red-

- rising against his skin. Hannibal takes in his scent, smelling the iron in his blood and the heat of his arousal.

Will lifts and falls, setting a brutal and fast pace, leaving them both panting. With Will’s back to the fire, his skin shines with sweat, and Hannibal’s clothes-

- darken, his thin hair sticking to his forehead. Will ignores himself, for the most part, watching the twitches of Hannibal’s eyes and the way his cock jerks inside him. When he feels that first warning, the slight building of Hannibal’s knot tugging against his rim, -

- he pulls up quickly.

Hannibal gasps, his nails digging into Will’s hips as Will jerks him, other hand gripping onto his base which forces his knot to stay down. He's still able to cum but Will has robbed Hannibal of his right to knot his mate.-

-

Will bites his lip as he watches Hannibal spill over his hand and onto his clothing; it’s always satisfying dirtying Hannibal’s expensive materials.

Will lifts his hand, licking his palm clean and he moans as Hannibal’s seed coats his taste buds. Hannibal growls beneath him,-

- feeling a mixture of bliss and frustrating and says, “You’re a cruel boy.”

Will grins with a satisfied smirk and ruts down against his softening cock and into the mess of his cum. Hannibal presses his nose against Will’s neck, licking against his scent gland and isn’t -

-frustrated for long as he drowns in the scent of his happy Omega.

The roughness of Hannibal’s clothing makes Will shiver, and when his Alpha bites savagely into him it’s enough to send him over the edge with a cry, adding to the mess. Hannibal draws blood this time, purring -

-as he licks over the wound, and Will nuzzles into his damp hair.

“If you didn’t want me to knot you, I wouldn’t have,” Hannibal says as he pulls back to look at Will. His lips and teeth stained red with his blood and Will smiles brightly. He leans forward and kisses him,-

- sharing the taste of one another through blood and cum.
“I know,”Will murmurs against his lips, purring. This is why, in the next few days, he's sweet when he asks Hannibal not to knot him, claiming pre-heat jitters. Will is a good fisherman and knows exactly which lure to cast

~* LATER *~

The gentle rush of water rolling over rocks grabs his attention. Will heads towards the sound of the stream like a fish that’s been out of the water for far too long. He knows it’s a bad move, god he knows, but he can’t help it as the stream sings to him like a-

-siren calling him home. The sound of the rushing water gets louder as he emerges from the trees and the surface glitters like diamonds.

He glances around before he finds himself kneeling at the river’s edge, cupping the cold water into his palms and splashing it onto his-

- heated face. The water is refreshing on his skin and he lets out a pleased sigh, relaxing enough where he almost misses the large shadow moving out of the corner of his eye.

Will freezes in place, heart in his throat and he tries to calm himself to be able to listen past -

-the rush of the water. The flush he had felt from running has all but drained from his skin, and he can’t help but laugh at himself. He feels like a sweet young buck who felt safe enough to steal a drink from the stream.

Beads of water drip down his face and the wind shifts. -

-It forces Will’s scent into the trees, and that’s when his ears pick up a low growl. Will whines in response and looks between the trees, trying to find where it came from but the continuous running of the water behind him drowns it out.

Will stands straight and that’s when-

- he sees the beast emerge from behind a large tree towards his left. Hannibal’s sandy hair is windswept. His bangs hang down over his forehead, almost covering his eyes and his lips are open, but whether he was panting or scenting Will couldn’t tell.-

-Will shivers and his sweatpants feel suddenly wet. He’s not sure if it’s sweat or slick that makes the fabric stick to his thighs.

Pebbles fly from under Will’s sneaker as he pushes himself from the shore and sprints away. Hannibal is only a few strides off and Will knows -

-he has the advantage. He can feel Hannibal gaining on him with each light thud of his shoes. The hairs on the back of Will’s neck stand on end as the shadow grows near.

Will lets out a wail when Hannibal’s arms wrap around his waist. He growls and kicks wildly in the hold -

-as Hannibal lifts him, and yelps when he’s thrown. Will lands on his shoulder and skids into the ground with a grunt.

“ Stay ,” Hannibal commands, and Will whines, conflicted. He wants to obey his Alpha, but there’s also a monster at his back and he needs to keep running.-

-Will is shaking as he digs his nails into the dirt. He tries to crawl away, but Hannibal doesn’t let him get far. He grabs Will’s hair and forces his head down to expose the back of his neck.

A rush of pain and pleasure whites out Will’s vision when Hannibal sinks his teeth-

-into his neck, just shy of their bonding mark. He doesn’t even realize he’s screaming until his vision clears. He pants heavily, and there’s blood dripping down his neck, gathering with his sweat.

He still tries to struggle, regardless of having been caught. Hannibal is still-

- pushing his head into the ground and It smells of dead leaves. He elbows Hannibal in the chest which earns him a snarl. The hand in his hair leaves only to grab tightly onto the back of his neck.

Will’s growl is weak, and his body is forcing itself to be still under his -

-mate’s hand. Hannibal grabs the collar of Will’s shirt and tugs, tearing the seams to expose more skin. His teeth have only had a taste of Will’s blood and they itch for more. He doesn’t hesitate to give him another mark.

Hannibal’s growl is a threatening rumble and -

-Will gasps when his sweat pants are wrenched down. At some point, Hannibal had exposed himself, and he ruts into the dip of Will’s lower back. His cock is hard and Will can already feel the swell of his knot. He bites his lip hard enough to bleed and a rush of slick drips down-

- his thighs. In denying Hannibal to knot him, Will has also denied himself the pleasure of it. He whines, high and loud. His body craves his mate like a starved dog. He needs Hannibal’s violence as much and his benevolence. He needs Hannibal to fill him.

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