Will at home, working in the yard in early summer, no shirt, dirt...
Casimer@Casmortis
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Jan 04, 2026
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Will at home, working in the yard in early summer, no shirt, dirt and oil smeared on his arms. The dogs barking and running around.
Hannibal showing up, seeing the barn is opened up, assuming Will is there- even if he's not, he's curious about what he may see. When he steps-
Hannibal showing up, seeing the barn is opened up, assuming Will is there- even if he's not, he's curious about what he may see. When he steps-
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into the doorway he sees Will moving some old equipment. His eyes catch on his bare shoulders and slide their way along the muscles of his back.
He likes this look on Will more than he realized, and when Will turns around-
Hannibal is just standing there visibly hard.
He likes this look on Will more than he realized, and when Will turns around-
Hannibal is just standing there visibly hard.
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Will glancing down at Hannibal's friend there, then back up and clearing his throat. Hes trying to ignore it.
Hannibal's eyes shifting away before he walks further into the barn, idly looking at things.
"I didn't expect you to drop by."
"I haven't heard from you in a few days-
Hannibal's eyes shifting away before he walks further into the barn, idly looking at things.
"I didn't expect you to drop by."
"I haven't heard from you in a few days-
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I deemed that worthy of a visit." Trying hard to keep himself calm but his mouth is dry and did it get hotter??
Will wiping his hands and face with a rag, deciding to pull on a shirt. Much to Hannibal’s disappointment.
"I'm fine, thanks." He doesn't need Hannibal to stop by-
Will wiping his hands and face with a rag, deciding to pull on a shirt. Much to Hannibal’s disappointment.
"I'm fine, thanks." He doesn't need Hannibal to stop by-
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a call would have been enough.
Hannibal manages to reign himself in a bit before turning back around. Eyeing the dirty shirt Will is now wearing. Will notices that, brushing back his sweaty curls.
"I'd tell you to make yourself useful but I'm sure you don't want to ruin a-
Hannibal manages to reign himself in a bit before turning back around. Eyeing the dirty shirt Will is now wearing. Will notices that, brushing back his sweaty curls.
"I'd tell you to make yourself useful but I'm sure you don't want to ruin a-
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Perfectly good pair of pants." Laughing and glancing down at his groin again.
"I could be of use. I'll buy myself another pair."
Will finds that endearing in a way.
And so they end up doing Will's yard work together. Hannibal isn't used to doing that stuff but he does what he-
"I could be of use. I'll buy myself another pair."
Will finds that endearing in a way.
And so they end up doing Will's yard work together. Hannibal isn't used to doing that stuff but he does what he-
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Can.
By the end of the day they're both filthy, sweating, standing on the porch as the sun goes down.
Hannibal didn't think he'd stay this long, but he was glad to give Will company.
Will finds himself having the same thoughts Hannibal did when he first arrived-
By the end of the day they're both filthy, sweating, standing on the porch as the sun goes down.
Hannibal didn't think he'd stay this long, but he was glad to give Will company.
Will finds himself having the same thoughts Hannibal did when he first arrived-
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Hannibal looks good like this. And he was wearing one of his tshirts now.
He wonders about Hannibal having popped a stiffy earlier, if thats what it was about.
He asks Hannibal if he wants to come in, they can have some whiskey and he'd make something to eat. Nothing fancy but-
He wonders about Hannibal having popped a stiffy earlier, if thats what it was about.
He asks Hannibal if he wants to come in, they can have some whiskey and he'd make something to eat. Nothing fancy but-
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Still.
Hannibal obliging, despite how gross he feels from being out in the warm weather, working.
Cut to them having gotten a decent way into the bottle of whiskey. Hannibal leaning on the counter while Will cooks, the two laughing and talking. Understanding each other in-
Hannibal obliging, despite how gross he feels from being out in the warm weather, working.
Cut to them having gotten a decent way into the bottle of whiskey. Hannibal leaning on the counter while Will cooks, the two laughing and talking. Understanding each other in-
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Ways only they can.
Hannibal's eyes trailing down the fabric along the back of Will's shirt, thinking of those muscles again.
He wants to grab the man, push him down and pound into him. Will makes him lose control so easily. He can feel himself growing hard again, the-
Hannibal's eyes trailing down the fabric along the back of Will's shirt, thinking of those muscles again.
He wants to grab the man, push him down and pound into him. Will makes him lose control so easily. He can feel himself growing hard again, the-
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alcohol making him feel less obligated to hide it.
Will would, of course, notice again. And decides to be a smartass.
"Thought your testosterone levels were supposed to drop when you got older. You've been like a middle school boy all damn day."
Hannibal humming at that. He-
Will would, of course, notice again. And decides to be a smartass.
"Thought your testosterone levels were supposed to drop when you got older. You've been like a middle school boy all damn day."
Hannibal humming at that. He-
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doesn’t really drink hard liquor so it's starting to hit him a bit hard.
"We're not that far in age-" he'd respond. "With your current diet and lifestyle you'll be facing that dilemma far before I will."
Will huffing at that, shaking his head at Hannibal's words.
"I don't-
"We're not that far in age-" he'd respond. "With your current diet and lifestyle you'll be facing that dilemma far before I will."
Will huffing at that, shaking his head at Hannibal's words.
"I don't-
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wanna keep talking about erections."
"Then don't."
"Stop getting them, then."
"Stop looking like that."
Will freezes. That came out of Hannibal's mouth so smoothly.
"Alana wouldn't be thrilled."
"You and I already have well kept secrets."
Good point.
They let the-
"Then don't."
"Stop getting them, then."
"Stop looking like that."
Will freezes. That came out of Hannibal's mouth so smoothly.
"Alana wouldn't be thrilled."
"You and I already have well kept secrets."
Good point.
They let the-
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conversation fall away, surprisingly.
After dinner they've shared more whiskey, warm faces aching as they smile all too much.
They stink. Clothes dry from sweat but the smell of dirt and sun sticks to them.
Hannibal realizes he's gotten too carried away with drinking. He-
After dinner they've shared more whiskey, warm faces aching as they smile all too much.
They stink. Clothes dry from sweat but the smell of dirt and sun sticks to them.
Hannibal realizes he's gotten too carried away with drinking. He-
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can't drive like this, not that he'd want to leave.
He sighs, looking at Will's dogs all gathered on the rug for the night.
"I worry I've overstayed-" Hannibal mumbles, still trying to sound eloquent.
Will doesn't care.
"'S fine.. stay. You can, uh.. sleep on the couch." He-
He sighs, looking at Will's dogs all gathered on the rug for the night.
"I worry I've overstayed-" Hannibal mumbles, still trying to sound eloquent.
Will doesn't care.
"'S fine.. stay. You can, uh.. sleep on the couch." He-
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Mumbles.
Hannibal looks down at the cushions they're sitting on. His eyes find Will's leg and climb up his body.
Will still looks good. Even if he smells like sweat. Even if the outside clings to him.
He instinctively moves closer, disguising it as casual adjusting.
Hannibal looks down at the cushions they're sitting on. His eyes find Will's leg and climb up his body.
Will still looks good. Even if he smells like sweat. Even if the outside clings to him.
He instinctively moves closer, disguising it as casual adjusting.
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Will notices and decides to finally give in a bit, shifting closer too.
There's a long comfortable silence, both men allowing their eyes to wander.
And at the same time it seems like they attack one another.
Hannibal yanking Will's belt buckle, Will pulling the shirt off of-
There's a long comfortable silence, both men allowing their eyes to wander.
And at the same time it seems like they attack one another.
Hannibal yanking Will's belt buckle, Will pulling the shirt off of-
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Hannibal. They'd both danced around this all day. Will less obvious, which was shocking.
Their lips harshly meet, teeth clashing as they try to dominate each other.
They wrestle until Hannibal gets into the position he'd been thinking about all day. He pins Will down by the-
Their lips harshly meet, teeth clashing as they try to dominate each other.
They wrestle until Hannibal gets into the position he'd been thinking about all day. He pins Will down by the-
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Back of his neck, forcing the side of his face into the couch, eyeing those beautiful back muscles as Will squirms.
He'd make sure Will is well aware just how much he likes his ruggedness.
He'd make sure Will is well aware just how much he likes his ruggedness.
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Will groans, his hands grabbing at the couch cushions as Hannibal maintains his position on top. He chuckles warmly.
"This is far from clean-" he mumbles before he hooks his fingers into Will's mouth. Will almost threatens to bite, his teeth clamping down but not enough to-
"This is far from clean-" he mumbles before he hooks his fingers into Will's mouth. Will almost threatens to bite, his teeth clamping down but not enough to-
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Cause pain. Hannibal only finds that more arousing. His body adjusts, using Will's ass to grind on. He's impatient after waiting for this all day.
Will huffs at the feeling, his lips closed around Hannibal's fingers as he sucks and slickens them. His tongue brushing between-
Will huffs at the feeling, his lips closed around Hannibal's fingers as he sucks and slickens them. His tongue brushing between-
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them.
"Atta boy-"
Will feels those words shoot down to his groin, making precum bead up on his tip before dripping onto the couch.
Hannibal pulls his fingers from Will's mouth and immediately brings them between their bodies. His fingers prod, his breath turning into pants-
"Atta boy-"
Will feels those words shoot down to his groin, making precum bead up on his tip before dripping onto the couch.
Hannibal pulls his fingers from Will's mouth and immediately brings them between their bodies. His fingers prod, his breath turning into pants-
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As he gets closer to what he wants most.
He slips a finger in, and then a second. Will is more relaxed than he thought he'd be. Perhaps there's much more to learn about him.
Will grunts softly, his hips rolling a few times into nothing.
"Sick bastard. You've been thinking-
He slips a finger in, and then a second. Will is more relaxed than he thought he'd be. Perhaps there's much more to learn about him.
Will grunts softly, his hips rolling a few times into nothing.
"Sick bastard. You've been thinking-
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About this all day, haven't you?" Will taunts.
"Your dick was nearly bursting from your pants this morning-" Hannibal curls his fingers before thrusting them roughly.
Wills gaping lips brushing against the couch.
"The sight of you in a more natural setting was something-
"Your dick was nearly bursting from your pants this morning-" Hannibal curls his fingers before thrusting them roughly.
Wills gaping lips brushing against the couch.
"The sight of you in a more natural setting was something-
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I was hardly prepared for." Hannibal leans over, whispering. His cock hot against Will's skin.
Hannibal's sweat was something Will didn't smell often. It was strange how floral it is. The scent lingers on his skin.
Hannibal's other hand brushes down Will's front. His fingers-
Hannibal's sweat was something Will didn't smell often. It was strange how floral it is. The scent lingers on his skin.
Hannibal's other hand brushes down Will's front. His fingers-
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Gently greeting Will's length. The action makes Will hiss and buck his hips forward. Hannibal can feel him tighten around his fingers.
"Eager aren't we? I'm sure normally you would have masturbated and called it a night."
Will nods, only half listening as Hannibal's fingers-
"Eager aren't we? I'm sure normally you would have masturbated and called it a night."
Will nods, only half listening as Hannibal's fingers-
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Part and frame around the base of his cock. He twitches. Hannibal likes that.
"You talk too goddamn much."
"Are you frustrated?"
Will bites his tongue, trying to keep himself from giving Hannibal every little thing he seems to want.
"The silent treatment only encourages-
"You talk too goddamn much."
"Are you frustrated?"
Will bites his tongue, trying to keep himself from giving Hannibal every little thing he seems to want.
"The silent treatment only encourages-
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me, Will."
Hannibal's fingers slip from him and he leans back up, just enough to see what he's doing. His body is buzzing with warmth, both from alcohol and his company.
He takes a few moments to rub his tip against Will's pristine entrance. The other man tries-
Hannibal's fingers slip from him and he leans back up, just enough to see what he's doing. His body is buzzing with warmth, both from alcohol and his company.
He takes a few moments to rub his tip against Will's pristine entrance. The other man tries-
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To shift forward, to deny Hannibal that pleasure, but Hannibal grabs the back or his neck again, keeping him in place.
Will feels his tip press into him. He's thought about this many times, denied that it was something he wanted. Now here he was on the brink of begging for more-
Will feels his tip press into him. He's thought about this many times, denied that it was something he wanted. Now here he was on the brink of begging for more-
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And Hannibal can feel it. Will pulls him in quite eagerly.
"It's okay, Will. Ask me." He whispers "Ask me to fuck you."
The foul word spilling from Hannibal’s lips is unbelievably hot.
Will's hand reaches back, finding Hannibal’s side and brushing to his hip. His fingers grasp
"It's okay, Will. Ask me." He whispers "Ask me to fuck you."
The foul word spilling from Hannibal’s lips is unbelievably hot.
Will's hand reaches back, finding Hannibal’s side and brushing to his hip. His fingers grasp
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At Hannibal, silently asking.
"Use your words-" Hannibal says, teasing Will by barely pressing in before letting the man naturally push him back out.
Will shakes, his hand adjusting and gripping again, digging his dull nails into the skin.
"Hannibal." He mumbles, like a-
"Use your words-" Hannibal says, teasing Will by barely pressing in before letting the man naturally push him back out.
Will shakes, his hand adjusting and gripping again, digging his dull nails into the skin.
"Hannibal." He mumbles, like a-
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Warning.
And then he does as asked.
"I'm- I'm desperate. Please."
Hannibal hums. Those words were close. But not right.
"Please what? Speak up."
Will breathes out heavily, trying to lean his weight back against Hannibal, but he doesn't allow it.
"Just fuck me-" Will blurts-
And then he does as asked.
"I'm- I'm desperate. Please."
Hannibal hums. Those words were close. But not right.
"Please what? Speak up."
Will breathes out heavily, trying to lean his weight back against Hannibal, but he doesn't allow it.
"Just fuck me-" Will blurts-
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Out finally.
Hannibal is plenty pleased with that. He sits up and spits between them. It's not his first choice for lubricant, but it was what he had.
He can't wait to taste the tang of Will's sweat.
He lines himself back up before pressing into Will he pauses when Will's breath
Hannibal is plenty pleased with that. He sits up and spits between them. It's not his first choice for lubricant, but it was what he had.
He can't wait to taste the tang of Will's sweat.
He lines himself back up before pressing into Will he pauses when Will's breath
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Audibly catches, giving him time to adjust. That's not what Will wants, though. His fingers digging further into Hannibal’s skin where he maintains his grip.
He needs more. And hes about to use the man's body if he doesn't just give it.
Hannibal feels Will's weight attempt to-
He needs more. And hes about to use the man's body if he doesn't just give it.
Hannibal feels Will's weight attempt to-
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Press back against him again. He uses his own hips to force him back forward. Consequently slotting together perfectly.
Will curses under his breath, his hands returning to the couch to hold on. He feels Hannibal’s restraint snap and so do his hips. Every movement eliciting deep-
Will curses under his breath, his hands returning to the couch to hold on. He feels Hannibal’s restraint snap and so do his hips. Every movement eliciting deep-
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Moans from Will, and it's absolute music to Hannibal's ears.
"Good boy." He muses between labored breaths.
He leans down, body flush to Will's as he thrusts into him. His hands wrap around him, running down the ridges of muscle on his torso. His lips find the back of Will's-
"Good boy." He muses between labored breaths.
He leans down, body flush to Will's as he thrusts into him. His hands wrap around him, running down the ridges of muscle on his torso. His lips find the back of Will's-
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Ear as he speaks.
"How handsome you were this morning-"
He breathes him in, then his teeth nip at Will's ear and then along his neck. The saltiness of his dry sweat a delightful little treat.
Will has his eyes closed, his raised hips shifting back against Hannibal. He's-
"How handsome you were this morning-"
He breathes him in, then his teeth nip at Will's ear and then along his neck. The saltiness of his dry sweat a delightful little treat.
Will has his eyes closed, his raised hips shifting back against Hannibal. He's-
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Needed this more than he cares to admit.
"Perhaps I should have fucked you in the garden." He whispers to Will, thinking about all they did today.
How both of them had waited.
Will reaches for his own cock, needing friction. His back arches inward, the adjustment making his-
"Perhaps I should have fucked you in the garden." He whispers to Will, thinking about all they did today.
How both of them had waited.
Will reaches for his own cock, needing friction. His back arches inward, the adjustment making his-
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Eyes flutter.
"Big talk-" Will breathes out.
Hannibal hums a laugh, peppering kisses along Will's shoulder before straightening. He notices Will's hand working away, jerking himself slow enough that he wouldn't notice. That's cute.
He suddenly grabs Will's wrists.
Will-
"Big talk-" Will breathes out.
Hannibal hums a laugh, peppering kisses along Will's shoulder before straightening. He notices Will's hand working away, jerking himself slow enough that he wouldn't notice. That's cute.
He suddenly grabs Will's wrists.
Will-
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Expects them to be held over his head, maybe against his back. But not this.
Hannibal yanks, pulling Will's hands straight back while he picks up his pace.
Will pants and huffs, his brows pinching. Each time Hannibal sinks back into him, he grazes him just right.
"Your-
Hannibal yanks, pulling Will's hands straight back while he picks up his pace.
Will pants and huffs, his brows pinching. Each time Hannibal sinks back into him, he grazes him just right.
"Your-
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Release will come from my actions alone. Do you understand?"
Will nods, but Hannibal wants a verbal answer once more.
His rhythmic thrusts stop for a moment, then Will finds himself half hoisted up. Their knees rest on the couch, still, their torsos now upright. Hannibal has-
Will nods, but Hannibal wants a verbal answer once more.
His rhythmic thrusts stop for a moment, then Will finds himself half hoisted up. Their knees rest on the couch, still, their torsos now upright. Hannibal has-
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His hand around Will's neck, threatening to squeeze.
"I can't hear your head rattle."
Will swallows, Hannibal's hands are warm. And he can feel the one not on his neck snaking down.
"Fine-" he half moans.
Hannibal resumes. His hips snap and angle, falling into rhythm-
"I can't hear your head rattle."
Will swallows, Hannibal's hands are warm. And he can feel the one not on his neck snaking down.
"Fine-" he half moans.
Hannibal resumes. His hips snap and angle, falling into rhythm-
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In their new position.
His hand on Will's neck maintains its position, the other finally gripping Will's aching need. The man in his arms twitches, and he begins pumping his hand in time with his thrusts.
Hannibal wishes Will's could see himself. He wishes HE could see the-
His hand on Will's neck maintains its position, the other finally gripping Will's aching need. The man in his arms twitches, and he begins pumping his hand in time with his thrusts.
Hannibal wishes Will's could see himself. He wishes HE could see the-
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Way they look like this.
Will, the hard working man getting rewarded after a long days work.
He silently thanks the whiskey for easing his restraint.
"Let yourself go, Will. I'm here."
"Cum for me."
Will, the hard working man getting rewarded after a long days work.
He silently thanks the whiskey for easing his restraint.
"Let yourself go, Will. I'm here."
"Cum for me."
