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Will opens a bleary eye to the sunrise, marking the date: an entire month of Hannibal being rude, an entire month of meeting his own criteria to die a painful death. Even the sun seems to agree with him, shines a persecuting eye directly on Hannibal’s face, making him wince. Will’s so busy feeling unaccustomed ally-ship with the sun that he’s taken off guard when Hannibal grabs him. The last time was less than thirty minutes ago, with the edges of the world peeling back for the dawn. Now Hannibal touches until Will is begging and red and sore, until he’s whining for it and pulling Hannibal in. Hannibal stops, kisses him on the cheek as if they’re friends and leaves to go make breakfast. Will and the sun stare after him, both imagining his spontaneous incineration.
“You’re not using your words, Hannibal,” Will says to the ceiling, ignoring his cock to plan.
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Renowned psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter doesn’t know how to communicate; Will accidentally gives himself a daddy kink.