When Nigel had spoken those words, Adam had reason to doubt just how much he had meant them. He was used to people not meaning what they said, more than used to people zoning out shortly after he started
telling them about the gravitational field strength of Mercury compared to Neptune & the atomic composition of the Horsehead Nebula.
But Nigel? Nigel seemed genuinely interested. He asked questions, clarified points & generally made Adam feel like the only person on the planet
that mattered at that moment.
Time ticked on. The evening cafe crowd came and went, rowdy groups on canal boats tailed off, and a clocktower somewhere chimed just once.
Adam stopped mid-sentence & looked at his watch.
"Oh, how is it 1am? I should probably be getting back to
my hotel."
Nigel looked at his own watch. "Well, they say time flies when you're having fun, Adam. I've really enjoyed our conversation, it would be a shame for it to come to an end."
Shuffling to the edge of the bench seat, Adam rubbed at the back of his neck with one hand,
avoiding looking directly at the man next to him. "I've had a nice time speaking to you too, Nigel. I don't know if this would be a weird thing to ask, but if you wanted to walk with me, I think I would like that?"
Nigel fixed Adam with a lopsided grin that made his eyes
twinkle. "It would be an honour to escort you to your hotel, my little Spaceman."
Adam giggled at the endearment, a blush reaching the tips of his ears. Nigel drank in the sound for a moment before they both stood up. "Lead the way, darling."
They crossed the canal at
the nearest bridge, falling into step with one another.
"I feel like our 'conversation' was mainly me talking, Nigel. I do that, I get fixated on things and it's hard to figure out what parts I should share and what parts I shouldn't and then people..." He trailed off,
expression solemn, doleful. Nigel could almost see the looks of disinterest and barely concealed boredom mirrored in Adam's.
He vowed to himself that he would never be the cause of the younger man looking so downtrodden.
He clapped Adam playfully on the back.
"People, Adam! Fu-cking people! You know what the trouble with people is, right gorgeous?" He couldn't resist giving Adam's shoulder a playful squeeze before releasing it, noting the way that the grey cloud over Adam lifted slightly as he did.
"No, actually. I'm not very
good at knowing about people." He looked toward Nigel expectantly.
"Adam, I am good at knowing about people, and trust me: most of them? Absolute fu-cking cunts." Nigel tipped an exaggerated wink in Adam's direction, eliciting another delightful giggle.
The older man's brash language and tone had emboldened Adam, who was also unconsciously mimicking Nigel's confident stride. Looking for all the world like a naughty schoolboy, Adam stage-whispered: "Like those men you were talking to earlier? Are they...are they fucking cunts?"
Hearing those words in Adam's well-spoken & soft voice had Nigel feeling some sort of way that he couldn't quite pin down. He covered up his momentary confusion with another lopsided grin and couldn't resist conspiratorially draping his arm over the younger man's shoulder,
pulling him closer.
"Those men? Biggest cunts I've seen since I left Bucureşti!"
They arrived at a crossroads, where Adam took a moment to get his bearings before leading them on. It was apparent that he was thinking about saying something, and Nigel didn't rush him.
Taking the street to the left, Adam spoke softly: "Would it be rude for me to ask why? It sounded like they made you very angry, but I could be wrong again."
Nigel ran both hands through his hair, pushing it back behind his ears save for one stubborn strand.
"You can ask me anything, sweetheart, I don't mind. You told me everything about space, right?"
Adam was on the verge of saying he hadn't even begun to tell him 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 about space when Nigel carried on.
"They wanted to meet me about a job. I do lots of jobs for
lots of fucked up people, you know?" He caught Adam's gaze. The younger man nodded, as though he knew all about the kind of jobs Nigel would do.
"Well, the job, I didn't want it. I don't give much of a shit about the body count on a job, but kids? Kids getting hurt?
I'm a bastard, Adam, but not a complete fu-cking bastard."
Adam had slowed their pace before coming to a stop outside of a trendy-looking hostel. He looked up at Nigel, the older man only a couple of inches taller than he.
"I don't think you're a bastard, Nigel." He looked
down at his shoes sheepishly before announcing brightly: "Definitely not a complete fucking bastard."
There was that naughty schoolboy grin again. Nigel lapped it up.
"That's only because you don't know me very well, darling!"
Adam took the comment literally, looking
uneasy for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet Nigel's: "I know I don't yet, Nigel." He scuffed his shoe on the floor for a moment then spoke to the ground:
"I would like to, though. I would like to get to know you very well." Another pause, during which time Nigel's
battle-scarred heart tingled with the beginnings of something. He closed the short distance between the 2 of them with a hand, gently tilting Adam's gaze upwards with the tip of a finger. "If that's OK?"
Nigel could have sworn Adam's bottom lip actually wobbled with nervous
anticipation.
Which was why he did what he did next.
Still with his finger under Adam's chin, Nigel leaned in and pressed their lips together. Chaste. Soft. A simple kiss.
He moved his face away only an inch or two looking Adam's face over for signs of upset or anger.
{NSFW Hannigram probably going to be rather dark 😈)
The room stank of sweat, sex and fear.
It was dark in the basement beneath Hannibal's house, the florescent strip lights turned off in favour of a floor lamp here and there.
There was just enough light for Hannibal to
see and enjoy the view: his beloved, his life, his Will, strapped to a table with his legs raised in stirrups. He couldn't move his arms or legs, and a blindfold covered his eyes.
Perspiration beaded on his naked flesh, running down him in rivulets as the head end of the table
was raised slightly.
Nothing compared to the man between his legs, however. Sweat poured from him like a man fighting for his life. In fact, that was exactly what he was doing.
Hannibal, fully dressed in an impeccable maroon suit, walked around behind the man with his hands
Adam was in the first week of his trip to Europe. That in itself was something he had to keep reminding himself. Him! Adam! Travelling, going on holiday, after all those years of not leaving the city he grew up in.
But it had been almost like moving to California flipped a switch inside him. The world was his oyster, and he was hungry.
The plan was to spend a day or two in Amsterdam before moving on. Check out the science museum, Space Expo, maybe one of the more
'adult'-themed exhibitions if he worked up the courage.
But all of his plans had flown out of the window the night he met Nigel.
Adam had been sat on a bench looking at his map, enjoying the cool evening breeze whilst he checked out what changes he'd need to make on the Metro
Will was suddenly very aware of the following things:
1. He had never anally penetrated anyone before, and had just jumped in, so to speak, without any preparation. 2. It felt very different to vaginal penetration, almost painfully tight (see
point 1). 3. He had never felt so good in his entire life.
The tight heat was intoxicating, too much and not enough all at once. The urge to thrust battled with the desire to never move from this exact spot ever again.
It's fair to say that Will Graham was a conflicted man at
that point.
Remembering himself, and that he wasn't the only one experiencing this, his gaze turned to the man beneath him.
And, oh. What a vision he was.
Hannibal's eyelids fluttered as he took slow, steady breaths whilst his body acclimatised to the sudden intrusion.
Hannibal's hips, knees wide to accommodate his broader frame.
"You need only ask." Hannibal's hands instinctively moved to grasp the younger man's waist, fingers fitting perfectly around him.
'Ah, tss tss, no you don't!" Will was gleeful at the opportunity to chastise
Hannibal, grabbing the errant wrists and pushing them back to the floor above Hannibal's head. "Do I have to restrain you? I thought you were a good boy..."
The words felt a little strange in Will's mouth - what with Hannibal being almost a decade older than him - but not
Hannibal wasted no time in taking Will's semi-erect cock into his mouth, suckling on it and bringing it to full hardness. Will leaned back on the bed, propped up on one elbow with his other hand still tangled in Hannibal's hair.
lifted Hannibal off his cock until the blush-pink head was level with his lips, a string of saliva connecting them.
Will moaned deep in his throat at the sight of it, moving his hand to grip his length and wipe across Hannibal's lips with it.
"Such a pretty mouth..." Will
looked pointedly at Hannibal and raised an eyebrow, and the older man got the message; maintaining eye contact with Will, his mouth sank down inch by inch, consuming him whole.
Fresh tears sprang to life in Hannibal's eyes as Will felt his throat spasm around the head of his
Murder, manipulation and matters of the heart? Executed with the utmost care and
attention, to the highest standard.
Thus it came as a surprise to his lover that, in matters of a carnal nature, he got off on being 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥.
Will had spent no small amount of time over the years thinking about what it would be like to fuck his psychiatrist. His
active imagination had never failed to present him with a lewd and increasingly debauched succession of 'scenes', yet these had always seen Will play a submissive role. Without fail, Will's mind had put him on his knees with a full mouth, on all fours being pounded into, and