Thread by @voxmxchina

some nsfw alpha/alpha hannigram thoughts 💕✨

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.

With no small amount of apprehension, +

He slicks himself in the bathroom with rut-safe lube, and slides a plug into his ass, shuddering. He stocks their rut room with as many calorically dense snacks, bottles of water, and bottles of lubricant as he think they’ll need. Then he second guesses himself and doubles the +

amounts. Everything has to be /ready/. He hopes that he is.
All while, the bench is standing in the middle of the room. Hannibal doesn’t look at it. When he can’t put it off any longer, he takes a deep, fortifying breath and carefully undresses, folding his clothing in a neat +

pile on a chair. Everything will be fine.

The last time they’d discussed this, Will had seen his uncertainty and offered to deal with his rut alone or go to a clinic. Hannibal had bristled, informing Will in no uncertain terms that Hannibal would be fine, that Hannibal could +

handle it, and that no mate of his would be spending his rut in a goddamn clinic. Will had just grabbed Hannibal’s hand, looked into his eyes, and promised that he would be gentle with Hannibal as much as he could possibly manage.
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Hannibal reminds himself of Will’s promise and collects himself. Everything in the room is ready and prepared. The only thing remaining is...

Hannibal lays facedown on the bench, closes his eyes, and waits. +

***
Will does not slam the front door shut. He closes it behind him with a totally regular amount of force and sets his work bag in the entry.
He’s sweating. He can feel it in his hair & down his back. He can smell Hannibal in the house everywhere & it is is /not helping/. +

He loosens his tie from his throat and takes a minute to calm himself. This will be fine. Hannibal knows that he has options and he can back out. Part of him that’s more awake now than usual does NOT like that thought, but Will stamps it down mercilessly. Hannibal deserves to +

be treated with care, Alpha or no. And goddamnit, that’s what Will is going to do. He sees a glass of water sitting on the kitchen counter, so thoughtfully left for him by his mate. Will chugs it gratefully.

Beside the glass sits a note that reads, +

‘You know where I’ll be - H’

in a familiar tidy cursive. Wills smiles, though he’s sure it probably looks more like a grimace at this point. His head is clouding, and he’s running out of time to start this with a clear head. Time to face the music.
***

Hannibal hears Will come in. He hears the clink of the glass against the counter.
Hannibal’s breathing stays measured and slow, paced to the clock in the hall. He does not panic.
He hears the stairs creak. The click as the door behind him opens. Hannibal closes his eyes. +
***

Will opens to door to see-Hannibal. Ass up. Presenting for him. At least, that’s what his hindbrain registers. He can’t hear over the sudden rush in his ears. Everything except his mate falls away. His knees give & he buries his face in Hannibal’s ass, licking around the plug.+

***
Hannibal hears Will gasp, and tries not to tense up. He expects the plug to be ripped out unceremoniously and to be filled with a knot in short order. Instead, he feels the slick warmth of Will’s tongue licking around his rim, teasing & sensitizing him. +

Hannibal shivers, unable to help the little moan it pulls out of him. Will pulls back, & Hannibal instantly tenses, but he just starts working the plug in and out, pushing it up against Hannibal’s prostate maddeningly.
“You look-fuck. So good.” Will says, voice almost a growl. +

Hannibal shifts on the bench at the praise and the stimulation, trying to word a reply with the mush that his brain has become. He gives it up when Will pulls out the plug & immediately replaces it with his tongue, licking deep into Hannibal like he’s trying to get to his heart.+

***
Will can’t refrain from petting Hannibal’s flank as he eats him out. His mate is so /good/ and /open/ for him, perfectly ready to take his knot. Hannibal is making a deep rumbly purring noise interspersed with embarrassingly high pitched yelps when Will hits a particularly +

good spot. Hannibal’s thighs are shaking on either side of Will’s head and his toes are clenching and unclenching rhythmically as he thrusts against the bench. Will pulls back, murmuring sweet nothings & gently straps his legs to the bench. +

“You’re so good for me,” he croons in a low voice, warm and pleased as he tightens the straps. “Such a good mate getting our room ready for my rut. You’re perfect darlin’. Look at you, presenting yourself for me like this. Presenting for my knot.” +

Hannibal bristles a bit at the language - he’s *not* an *omega* - but he melts back into the bench when Will spreads his ass open with his thumbs and blows across it. Hannibal releases a small sigh and lets himself relax. He stiffens again when he feels Will’s beard rubbing +

over his hole, deliberately prickling and perfectly delicious. His back arches as far as it can with the straps and he lets out a strangled whine.
He barely notices as Will slips fingers into him one at a time, checking the stretch and driving him mad. +

For being in rut, Will takes his sweet fucking time. By the time Will finally presses his cockhead against Hannibal’s sloppy hole, Hannibal’s chest is heaving and his throat is growing hoarse from whining. The head pops in and Hannibal almost chokes. +

That is *definitely* larger than normal. He can feel every inch as Will slowly fills him up, inch by inch.
Hannibal’s breathing goes ragged but Will just pets his ass soothingly and reaches under to fondle his dick as he eases in and out, getting Hannibal used to the stretch. +

Hannibal is just starting to relax and get used to the overwhelming stretch of it when Will shifts over him and pulls a lever. Abruptly, the incline of Hannibal’s hips shifts, forcing Will’s dick inescapably against his prostate.
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The noise that leaves Hannibal’s throat is a cross between a strangled whine & a groan, and it is entirely too loud. Hannibal spares a moment to mourn the very last shred of his dignity as he flushes darkly.
Will pauses his movement. Then, he takes two handfuls of Hannibal’s
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ass and starts fucking into him in earnest.
Still gently, still aware of Hannibal’s comfort.
But Will’s thrusts are insistent and deep and /hard/. The room has to be 10 degrees hotter now. Hannibal’s sweat has mixed with the copious lube and Hannibal feels it everywhere +

his ass, his thighs, his back. He is slippery, disgusting and undignified and it feels /glorious/.
Will is magnificent. Between the bruising grip on one hip & hand tugging on Hannibal’s hair till his back arches, Hannibal is nearly breathless with the pleasure & ache of it all.+

When Hannibal feels Will’s knot start to catch, he stills with a whimper.
Will, almost non-verbal in his rut, shushes him like he might shush his dogs in a thunderstorm and rubs at his flanks. Hannibal feels absurdly comforted. Then, he feels odd about feeling comforted by +

something that should feel demeaning. And then - then, he can’t feel anything at all. Except. Full.

He chokes, gasping Will’s name over and over like a mantra, like a prayer.
Will is gasping too, panting between little animalistic growls and a deep satisfied rumble.
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Will never stills, pressing in little shifts that nudge his growing knot against Hannibal’s prostate sending sharp electric shocks of pleasure up his spine. When his knot is full, Will’s hand in his hair gentles, carding through Hannibal’s sweaty hair.
Hannibal notices absently+

that he’s still hard, dick pressed against the bench. Will folds over him, pressing his nose against Hannibal’s neck and breathing in his scent in little huffs. His weight presses Hannibal’s cock further into the bench padding, making Hannibal grunt. +

Without missing a beat, Will reaches under Hannibal and wraps his fingers under the base of where Hannibal’s knot would form if he were in rut, forming a tight ring over the sensitive area. If Hannibal thought he was on edge before, he was wrong. +

Will 's fingers squeezes and tug below his knot region like a satisfied omega might when testing a tie- rumbling a pleased purr against Hannibal's back all the while. Hannibal can feel his once distant orgasm building & gathering like a tsunami under his skin, inexorably pulled +

by Will's diligent hand.
Hannibal can hear himself begging as he slides on in his sweat against the bench's leather, working furiously for more, more, more of Will's hands, his touch, his knot.
"Oh god Will, please I'm so close- just a little more - oh-!" +

Will's teeth sink into the back of Hannibal's neck at the same time as he rolls his hips in a filthy grind against Hannibal's ass.

Hannibal's orgasm hits him with the devastation of a landslide. He jerks helplessly like a caught fish between Will’s body and the bench, +

ass clenching rhythmically around Will’s swollen knot and milking it in sticky, aching pulses that never seem to end.
When he returns to himself, his stomach is slicked with a slippery mixture of sweat&semen. Will hasn’t moved an inch&he’s purring against Hannibal’s back. +

Hannibal turns to look at Will as much as he can manage and Will shoves his nose inelegantly into the crook of Hannibal’s neck and scents him in deep, greedy pulls of humid air.

Hannibal feels his face break into a giddy grin. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.

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