post-fall, Will can’t stop kissing Hannibal. He’ll come up behind him when he’s cooking&press small, wet kisses against Hannibal’s neck until he shivers. When Hannibal is composing, Will presses kisses to the top of his head&runs his fingers through his perfect hair just to mess
it up. If Hannibal tries to read, Will plucks the book out of his hands&straddles his thighs, kissing his nose, cheekbones and finally his mouth, soft&unhurried. And every night without fail, Will kisses Hannibal’s forehead & tells him “I love you” before they curl up to sleep.
Will knew he liked the feeling of a knot in his ass before they got together. He’d had a drawer of inflatable toys that he liked to ride outside of his ruts. Hannibal is less sure, but he’s willing to try new things, especially for +
his Will. Their rut cycles aren’t synced thankfully - the don’t have the pheromones for that. So they don’t have to worry about going to a clinic, they just have to be willing to take turns dating one another.
Will purchases a breeding bench for their rut room. Hannibal side- +
eyes it warily. He knows he needs to practice taking a knot before Will needs him, but putting it off is so much easier.
Until one day, Will calls from work, and the minute Hannibal hears him speak, he /knows/. Will’s rut has arrived.
Will’s favorite mornings are when Hannibal wakes him up by snuggling up behind him, playing with his nipples and kissing his neck until his thighs are slippery and tensing. Will likes to roll his hips back against Hannibal to just feel his alpha’s cock +
pressed against his ass. Hannibal likes to whisper filthy things in his ear and kiss his neck, sliding his hands down over Will’s stomach to slip and slide against his clit. Will can never help the soft, high, shocked noise that escapes him at Hannibal’s first touch. On mornings+
like this, Hannibal loves to tease him, tracing around his opening with his fingers, playing with one nipple and then the other, scraping his teeth behind Will’s ear. Will feels weak and helpless against him, twisting his hips for more stimulation and breathing quick & shallow. +
The first time Will tied Hannibal’s hands to their headboard, Hannibal had objected. “It’s just a reminder,” Will placated. “I know you always do your best to be good for me.”
Mollified, Hannibal had graciously acquiesced, privately certain the ropes were wholly unnecessary.
An hour later, that certainty was nowhere to be found.
Will rode him at a slow methodical pace, head thrown back, eyes closed and mouth open. Hannibal gripped the headboard in an effort to not strain at the ropes.
Oh, how he ached to /touch/. +
Will made a breathy little contented noise every time he sank down on Hannibal’s dick. “You always fill me up so good, sweetheart”, Will sighed.
Hannibal’s hair was slicked to his forehead with sweat. His hips were twitching with the effort of holding back from thrusting up +
Hannibal doesn’t have a ridiculous siphon coffee maker any more in Cuba, so he settles for a French press. Will rolled his eyes when Hannibal purchased it and announced that “it would do”, no doubt thinking of his drip coffee +
machine back in wolf trap. Hannibal just looks fondly at him - they both knew Will would enjoy the coffee just as much as Hannibal would.
Every morning, Hannibal heats the water for their coffee just as the sun is coming up. He lets out the dogs and watches as they play in +
the gentle waves. After the water heats, Hannibal lets the coffee bloom and savors the rich, dark smell that signals comfort and warmth. He plunges the coffee and pours two cups and brings the cups back up to the bedroom. Will is still sleeping, face smashed into his stack of +