Chapter 1
November 18, 2023 at 5:11 PM
Will fell onto the bed as if he were a feather, and the bed could easily have supported him. Fortunately, the springs held up under his weight, but the sheets were wrinkled, as if someone had slept on them for a long time and very sweetly.
Fatigue overwhelmed him so unexpectedly and strongly that Will began to pass out immediately after the fall. The body relaxed, as if it had not done this for a long time. Which, unfortunately, so it was.
He was in a dream and in reality. In general, he heard sounds outside the window, walking around the house and other sounds, but he was also in his fantasies.
He dreamed of a beautiful woman, with ample breasts and a sweet face; She wasn’t a prostitute, he picked her up at the club and then brought her to the Hostel. When she was already half undressed, remaining in her underwear, Will did not feel sexual attraction to her at all. It was a shame to take off his underwear in front of her, thereby shaming himself for not being able to fit the beauty. But there is nowhere to retreat. The girl was excited, and if Graham just said he wasn't in a good mood today, he'd be screwed. The girl whined, asking her to start already, but Will toiled in place. Graham decided that he could get excited as the case progressed; Perhaps it was the alcohol that had such an effect on him, which doesn’t happen to anyone. Will undressed completely, meanwhile remaining in reality in a T-shirt and shorts. Graham pulled off the girl's panties, seeing that she was excited to the limit, while with him, everything was as it was, as it remained. Will wetted two fingers and pushed them one by one inside his lover. She was wet, as if after a shower, but even this didn’t turn Will on one bit. The girl began to sob defiantly, letting her partner know that it was time to start, and Will inserted his flaccid penis inside.
In reality, the man knelt down and began to pound into the mattress, as if into that same girl, making chaotic movements with his hips.
The brain caught the sounds of approaching footsteps near the door. It opened. Will continued to push himself into someone else's bed, footsteps were already heard in the room, and then the bed sagged under Will. The movements didn't stop, but when someone put their hand on Graham's sweat-damp T-shirt, Will began to slow down.
— I didn’t think that a drug mixed into your wine during dinner would affect your mind so much, -said a male voice, laughing faintly. Due to the fact that someone else's hand went down to his buttocks, Graham blissfully raised his head up. — Under the drug, we can see anything; from hallucinations to the most realistic dreams. Now you are certainly seeing a vivid dream, but you are not completely satisfied with it; You’re wrong about something, -the man lightly squeezed his buttocks through his underwear. A quiet moan into the pillow served as agreement. —You heard what I said, right?
— Y-yes, Doctor Lecter, -said Graham, his breathing slightly labored due to the drug in his blood and Hannibal’s voice.
— Do you see a woman?! -it sounded more like a statement. — Attractive, with curves and all so pretty?! You want intimacy, which was shown by your active movements before my arrival, but she does not excite you. Why, Will? -Hannibal stroked the two halves, stroking them gently.
— Because I don’t want her… I want You.
— Is it the drug in the blood talking, or is it your brain, in which the thought has long been hidden that I will agree to fuck you in all the holes?
— Th-that’s my brain talking, - Hannibal’s slang and such lustful conversations were not like him, which excited Will to the bone.
— Then why didn’t you introduce me?
He remained silent. Hannibal removed his hand and then stood up from the bed, gradually starting to take off his suit. Will immediately fell onto the bed, breathing as if after a marathon.
— Have you ever imagined that I could take you right in the middle of a session, right on the table or on the damn chair in which you spread your legs, as if inviting you to sit between them? -Hannibal took off the outer part of his clothes, carefully placing them on a chair near the bed. He is careful in everything.
Will was silent, only letting out a tired sigh.
— I represented. Here you can no longer deceive yourself or me, -Lecter unfastened his belt and then took off his trousers. — Imagine me in the place of this young lady.
Will heard the order, and removing the girl from the bed, introduced his Doctor. The usual styling disappeared somewhere, and in place of a neat hairstyle, hair tousled in different directions, attractive gray hair on the chest and a muscular body appeared. Will grabbed his shoulders and lowered himself onto his lover's erect organ. Excitement, both in fantasy and in reality, appeared instantly. In the real world, Graham let out a strangled sob when Lecter pulled him down on all fours from behind, and grabbed the second man by the hips, pressing his bare thighs closely against the FBI worker's still hidden bottom.
— You shamelessly deceived your brain, trying to replace me with a lady of attractive shape, -so that Will could feel the psychotherapist’s excitement better, he pushed between the buttocks. —You thought you could cum from the perfect woman you saw in porn?! No, William. You can’t fool your instincts, -The doctor pulled the elastic band of his panties and pulled them down to the patient’s knees. — You wanted me!
Will couldn't respond except to let out a sob as one saliva-soaked finger entered his tight hole. It felt like he had been pierced through with a dull sword, but it didn’t kill him, it only caused discomfort. It didn't take long before Hannibal added a second finger, spreading their sides apart, widening the virgin's ass. The first sensations were sharp and brought terrible discomfort, but when the fingers spent quite a long time inside, and the sphincter was well developed, Will immediately felt pleasure and a desire to feel something larger than fingers.
— Have you already thought about how good it will be for you with my dick inside you? -Hannibal suddenly asked, sharply removing his fingers, which made Graham feel empty and the disappearance of warmth, which prompted him to let out a sigh. — Tell me, did you think about this during the session when I asked how you were feeling? -Lecter, seeing how his lover wriggled, grabbed his penis and ran his head along the pulsating hole, teasing the owner of this place.
— Y-yes, Doctor Lecter, -the empath answered in a broken voice, pushing his backside back to feel the movement better.
— Me too, William, -agreed the psychotherapist, slowly entering a small part of the organ. A growl escaped Graham's throat, muffled by the pillow on which his head fell upon penetration. — It was so embarrassing, but so nice to imagine you on my lap, with a red face and ears that beckon, -to confirm these words, Hannibal lay down on the man’s back, and, biting his ear, made the first thrust with his hips.
— Your impudent mouth would look cute on my penis, which gets erect only from your impudence, in response to my questions, -he again pushed inside, but this time more sharply. The sheets were crumpled under the passive’s fidgeting, and most of the pillow was already wet from salivation.
— Someday I’ll try to do this, but that’s for another time. Maybe I'll do it even without the drug.
From the outside, one might have thought that Hannibal was crazy, which was so, because the desire to have Will not only spiritually, but also physically, had not left his consciousness for a long time. Fortunately, with the drug, Lecter did not have to worry that Will would be able to present something to him after the end of the dose, because he simply would not be able to remember anything; both dream and reality.
Hannibal began to pound into the weak body, tightly squeezing his lover’s hips, but not so that marks would remain in this place - this is dangerous for him.
— Tell me more… -asked Will, squeezing the pillow, muffling his vowel moans.
— Where I never imagined this, Will, -Lecter said, lowering himself from his hips to his lover’s groin. — It was in the kitchen, when you almost shot me with your fucking pistol, near the stairs, which you pressed yourself into as if I were a serial maniac, in the car, when we were driving through Baltimore at night, and many other places, -the doctor’s hand groped the partner’s member stood up, and in time with the rhythm of the thrusts, it began to stroke the flesh. — I took you roughly, but you liked it, -Hannibal chuckled quietly and quickened the pace, feeling that he was not far from climax. It wasn't as hard to jerk Will off and thrust into his body as it was to keep up with the frantic rhythm. Hannibal, although he was a potential cannibal whom the FBI was looking for, could not cause physical pain to his lover. He is too dear to him to fuck this asshole. Although this condition will not matter to Will. But that’s something for another time.
When Hannibal made his thrusts more sharply, finally finding a secluded place inside Will, Lecter groaned from the splash of sperm, and when the first drops began to fill Will, he pushed into him very sharply, which made Graham cry. The orgasm was like fireworks, creating a white veil in the eyes and fatigue in the muscles.
— I like to imagine how you sit on my lap, with your head bowed, looking between our legs, and holding my shoulders, after some convenient time for you, you sit on my penis, and take a deep breath of air, -Will was about to fall on the bed from powerlessness, but the Doctor held him by the hips, preventing him from falling. — At first it was painful for you, and you sat down as slowly as possible, but when you got used to it, you rode me like a noble prostitute, trying to get as deep as possible, -the penis entered the full length, touching the prostate with each thrust. — You couldn’t cum without my permission, and if you didn’t follow the instructions, you were very sorry, receiving 15 blows on your ass, -He removed his hand from his hip and grabbed his buttock, in confirmation of his words. — When you reached the peak and shamelessly came on my suit, you licked everything clean,” Hannibal made a sharp push, and Will spilled into his hand, pushing into it.
The viscous liquid spread over the lover's backside and the Doctor's hand, at one moment causing discomfort due to the wetness, but also bringing indescribable pleasure.
Will fell helplessly onto the bed when they stopped holding him under his hips, and then the man himself lay down on top of Will, breathing heavily into his shoulder.
It was not easy for the FBI agent to hold such a muscular body on his wet back, but he didn’t want to disrupt the moment by asking Hannibal to lie next to him.
The room was terribly hot and smelled of the excitement that the men had gotten rid of, accumulated over so much time.
They lay there for a few more minutes; lying on top of each other, wet and satisfied. According to the doctor’s calculations, the drug will soon wear off and will allow the brain to work fully, so it’s time to go to his room before Willa realizes what happened. Rising with strength, Hannibal pulled out of Graham, hearing him let out a sob of regret, but immediately fell back onto the pillow, falling into the REM phase of sleep. Having dressed, and having removed their passions from the bed and his lover’s body as quietly and as efficiently as possible, Hannibal was about to leave with a full pile of soiled napkins in his hands, but he heard a voice behind him;
— I hope next time you can tell me everything you said before in person without the drug, and be a little more gentle, -a voice said, and his head immediately fell on the pillow. Hannibal chuckled and left the guest room to go to the kitchen, throw out the napkins, take a sip of wine and go to the shower to think about Will's phrase and draw a sketch of his naked body in his head for a new drawing so that it will remain forever in his memory palace. Forever…
