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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Hannibal_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Will_Graham/Hannibal_Lecter, Alana_Bloom/Hannibal_Lecter
  Character:
      Will_Graham, Hannibal_Lecter, Alana_Bloom
  Additional Tags:
      Infidelity, Alternate_Universe, Older_Man/Younger_Man, Age_Difference,
      Hand_Jobs, Intergluteal_Sex, Mild_Language, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-14 Completed: 2014-09-15 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 3578
****** Truant ******
by Alecto_Furie
Summary
     Hannibal is surprised to find that Will pretended to be sick to stay
     out of school so that they could spend time together.
      
     Complete for now, but I may add a chapter or two later!
Notes
     Hannibal is older, married, with young children whereas Will is still
     in school.
     Not sure if tagged properly...
     I have no beta, apologies for errors.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Hannibal sat as still as he could as William trailed his fingers down his naked
back as the young boy examined him.
This was the first time they were completely naked in each other’s company, and
as much as he wanted to commit every inch of William’s naked body to memory, he
hoped that by allowing William to explore him first it would assure the boy
that his intentions were good.
And his intentions were good; in so far that he would never do anything to
William that he knew the boy did not want. Although if anybody else knew that
the respectable, married, father of three Doctor Hannibal Lecter had lusted
after, and now sexually indulged in his shy, naïve fifteen (“I am almost
sixteen Hannibal!”) year old neighbour, they would say otherwise.
But how could he resist such temptation! William always looked up at him
through his hair, cheeks slightly flushing whenever Hannibal spoke to him, the
pert little butt always on display in tight jeans, his proper respect for his
elders, his good manners, his sharp mind always eager for knowledge, the way he
seemed to hang onto every word Hannibal said…
He might have resisted, had it not been for the very subtle flirting; the way
William always seemed to lean on the furniture almost seeming to advertise his
ass, the way he licked his spoon or fork clean the times he ate with Hannibal
and family eyes darting up to meet Hannibal’s all the while, the way he
constantly showed up to visit when Hannibal was alone at home and then staying
to “Keep you company Doctor Lecter.” How could he resist that?
In the past month, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, Hannibal ‘tutored’
William; he actually did tutor him but only for the first hour, the second was
spent kissing the young boy (“I’m not a boy anymore Hannibal, I’m a teenager!”)
until they were both breathless, and then exchanging hand jobs.
William was very certain that he was gay, as certain as he was that none of the
‘boys’ at school interested him, and as certain as he was about being attracted
to older men. Hannibal had never experimented with other men; too busy studying
to care about such frivolities, had never looked at another man (or boy in this
case) and been sexually interested, and had only ever dated one woman; his
wife. But something about William, and Hannibal could honestly not say whether
it was physical or mental or spiritual or whatever, but something about William
made him want things he could not comprehend.
“Hannibal,” came the hesitant voice from behind him; William’s right hand was
wrapped around his side, thumb stroking his skin.
Hannibal turned to look at him over his shoulder, smiling as he said, “Yes
William?”
William’s cheeks flushed as he ducked his head, “I was just wondering…”
Hannibal rested his own right hand over the boy’s and squeezed gently in
encouragement, “Would I be allowed to . . . once we get to it of course, will
you let me..”
“William please, we’ve talked about this,” Hannibal said, he had some idea of
what his boy wanted to ask of him; the darkening blush on William’s cheeks as
he trailed off a clue, but he wanted to hear it, “I will never judge you; you
are free to say or ask anything, and I will always respond honestly.”
“I know,” William said quietly, “but it’s kinda embarrassing.”
Hannibal’s smile grew as he brought William’s hand to his lips and kissed the
knuckles, “We are currently sitting naked on your bed William, after enjoying a
very satisfying session of frottage, what could embarrass you now?”
William dropped his forehead between Hannibal’s shoulder blades as he
whispered, “Would you let me fuck you?”
Hannibal was stunned for a few moments; they’d never discussed any of what had
happened, and would happen, between them. When he’d first decided to give in to
his lusting, he had researched gay sex and everything related; forming a plan
where he and William would slowly work their way through it all, so he knew
that eventually they would have anal sex. But to know that, not only did his
boy want it, but that he also wanted to do it to Hannibal was another thing.
Instead of answering he reached back with his left hand and took a hold of
William’s, bringing it around so that he was holding Hannibal, before leaning
forward onto his hands and lifting up onto his knees, taking William with him.
His boy gasped at their sudden change in position, hard-on pressing into
Hannibal’s back as he pushed his face into Hannibal as his arms tightened their
hold.
Hannibal spread his knees until he was comfortable, and then reached up to tug
on William’s arms, “Loosen your hold sweetling, and then slide down just a
little . . . just there,” he said as his boy complied.
Reaching behind himself, Hannibal trailed the backs of his fingers along
William’s erection and then positioned it until it was between his cheeks,
giving them an experimental squeeze which caused William to moan and thrust
forward until he was cocooned by Hannibal’s ass cheeks.
Dropping his hand to the mattress for the extra support, Hannibal pushed back
against William while squeezing his cheeks, William once again thrusting
forward causing them to rock together. Hannibal alternated between squeezing
and not, as they rocked together without the friction of skin sliding through
skin, wondering if William could be brought off like that when suddenly the boy
grunted loudly thrusting forward violently as he came; the force pushing
Hannibal off balance and they collapsed onto the bed.
Hannibal pushed up onto an elbow to look back at William, who was panting into
a wet patch on his back where the boy had drooled, hips still jerking forward
as he rode the last of his orgasm. Hannibal was only half hard (Oh the joys of
youth!) but he enjoyed seeing his boy have his pleasure and knowing that he was
the cause of it. William lifted his head then, smiling at Hannibal when he saw
him watching as a blush crept up his face. Hannibal’s smile grew as he tilted
his lower body in a clear indication that he wished to roll over, doing so when
William lifted up to give him the space crawling up his body as he did.
Hannibal rested against the pillows as he settled William at his side, ignoring
the puddle of cold come, and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss,
speaking against the boy’s mouth, “I can’t wait to have your dick inside of me
William.”
The boy’s eyes fell shut as he moaned, hips jerking forward to press into
Hannibal’s thigh, causing his moan to become a whine at the pressure on his
oversensitive cock. Hannibal chuckled as he took William’s hand in his and
guided it to his slowly hardening cock and lazily jerked himself off, using the
boy’s come as lubricant.
“How long do we have?” William asked as he pressed kisses into Hannibal’s neck.
“A few more hours,” Hannibal responded after glancing at the clock on the boy’s
bedside table, “Why do you ask?”
William pushed up onto an elbow as he tightened his hold on Hannibal’s dick,
eliciting a moan from him, blushing as his glance darted from the older man’s
eyes to his nose and back, almost whispering when he spoke, “You could finger
me open in preparation of-”
Hannibal surged forward to claim William’s delectable mouth in a searing kiss
as he growled, hips pushing up to meet their faster pace. He was sucking on his
boy’s smaller tongue, not even noticing that his hand was the only one on his
dick, when a finger stroked between his cheeks and over his hole. His body went
rigid as he orgasmed, warm cum erupting from his cock to coat his fingers and
stomach, his ass clenching around the finger which was still pressed against
his hole.
When he could breathe again, he opened his eyes and found William staring down
at him, “That was so fucking hot Hannibal!” And then his mouth was being
assaulted with open mouthed, sloppy kisses he couldn’t not return.
William eventually pulled away, eyes sparkling as he grinned, and Hannibal
threaded a hand in the boy’s hair and brought him down for another kiss, saying
afterwards, “A quick nap and then we can continue, sound good?”
William nodded as he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Hannibal’s lips before
snuggling into the older man’s side; suddenly very glad that his parents doted
on him. It had been very easy to pretend a sore stomach since he hadn’t eaten
supper the previous night, too anxious about Hannibal’s return, and his parents
had called him in sick; giving them this time together.
***** The First Day *****
Chapter Summary
     A look back at what happened on the day Hannibal finally gave in to
     temptation.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Today is the final straw! Hannibal thought to himself as he opened his front
door and found his teenage neighbour standing there; William was wearing a dark
blue skinny jeans and a white polo shirt today, both looking a size or two too
small as he could clearly make out the nubs of the boy’s hard nipples and see
the outline of the boy’s young dick.
“Good evening Doctor Lecter,” he greeted softly as he peered up at the older
man through his bangs, smiling shyly.
Hannibal stepped forward to lean against the doorframe and peer down at the
teenager, not missing how the boy gulped, “Good evening William, what brings
you around?”
“I- I was hoping to visit with . . . the little ones,” he said as a blush crept
up his cheeks, eyes trailing down Hannibal’s chest.
“Unfortunately it’s just me at the moment,” he said as he smiled, undoing the
button of his jacket and put his hands in his pants pockets.
“Oh,” William said as his eyes followed Hannibal’s movements, eyes widening
when they landed on the older man’s crotch and darted up again, “I could- I
could visit with you so long . . . if that’s okay?”
Hannibal hummed in assent as he stepped back inside and waved William in, “I
wouldn’t say no to your company,” he murmured as he closed and locked the front
door and then led the way to his office, saying as he walked, “I am not
expecting them back for another two hours at least.”
“I don’t mind waiting,” William said as he passed Hannibal and walked into the
man’s office, “I’d rather be here than alone at home; both my parents are
working late tonight.”
“Well, that is fortunate,” Hannibal responded as he locked the door to his
office and leaned back against it, William turned to look at him with a
furrowed brow, confused by his words. “How long are we going to play this game
William?” he purred as he stalked towards the boy.
“What- what game Doc- Doctor Lecter?” he stammered as he backed up, breathing
faster, eyes wide as he stared up at Hannibal.
“I think you know my boy,” he said as William’s back finally met the wall.
Hannibal left the tiniest gap between them, towering over the boy as he reached
up and caressed the backs of his fingers down the boy’s cheek, William
shuddered as his eyes fell closed and his lips parted; cupping the young face,
Hannibal stroked his thumb over a plump bottom lip.
“Please…” the boy breathed as his tongue peeked out to lick at his finger.
“What is it that you want William?” Hannibal crooned as he closed the gap
between them, working a leg between the boy’s and pressed his thigh against the
obvious hardness there.
William’s entire body pressed up against Hannibal as he squeezed the leg
between his own, eyes slowly opening to gaze up at him, pupils blown with
desire, as he asked bashfully, “Kiss me?”
Hannibal could not have said no, and so leaned forward to press a gentle kiss
to the boy’s lips, when there was no response he kept pressing soft kisses to
William’s mouth until slowly the boy returned them. Hannibal soon deepened the
kisses, sliding his tongue along William’s bottom lip and then into his mouth
when it dropped open; pulling back only when air became a necessity.
“Have you never been kissed William?” The blush which darkened was answer
enough, as were the way the boy’s eyes closed tightly and he turned his face
away. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about,” Hannibal assured as he placed
kisses on the cheek turned to him, “I don’t want you to be embarrassed about
anything when you’re with me William.”
“I’ll try Doctor Lecter,” William said softly as he slowly turned to peer at
Hannibal through his now sweaty bangs.
Hannibal smiled at him gently, “When it’s just the two of us like this William,
I want you to call me Hannibal okay?” When the only answer he got was a short
nod as the boy dropped his eyes, Hannibal tilted his face up and demanded, “Say
it!”
“Han- Hannibal.”
“That’s a good boy,” he murmured as he peppered the upturned face with kisses.
“Now,” he said as he pressed his thigh forward, “would you like me to help you
with this as well?”
“Yes! Yes please Hannibal,” William gasped out as he pressed into the thigh,
mouth latching on to the older man’s chin.
Hannibal tried to pull away but William had a tight grip where his hands were
fisted in Hannibal’s jacket. “William,” he said gently, “let’s move to my desk
okay?”
William nodded dazedly as he let go, slumping back against the wall, his eyes
half-mast as he whispered, “My legs feel like jelly…”
Hannibal chuckled as he pulled the boy against him and helped him over to his
desk where he seated himself in the chair, “In my lap please William, your back
against my chest.”
Hannibal ended up manoeuvring the boy into position and then turned the chair
to face the floor-to-ceiling mirror, enjoying the look of surprise as William
realised what he was seeing, “Hannibal!” he cried in alarm as he covered his
eyes with his hands.
“I want to watch you cum sweetling,” Hannibal purred into his ear as he tugged
gently at William’s hands, amused at the gasp his words elicited and the
deepening of the blush on the boy’s face, “Please William,” he requested
softly.
William nodded as he dropped his hands to his lap, covering his erection, “Can
I keep my eyes closed Hannibal?”
“Only if you want to miss all the fun,” Hannibal said as he moved William’s
hands to the chair’s armrests before trailing his fingers over the straining
cock causing William to gasp as he gripped the armrests and spread his legs,
which Hannibal then lifted over his knees.
Hannibal tugged his polo shirt up exposing his fluttering stomach, stroking the
smooth soft skin; William tucked his face into the older man’s neck as he
panted. Not wanting the boy to cum in his pants, Hannibal quickly undid the
button and zipper; William moaning into his neck as he lifted his hips, chasing
the touch of his fingers. Pushing the pants and underwear down, Hannibal hummed
in appreciation as William’s flushed cock bounced free, causing the boy to
whimper.
“You’re probably not going to last long sweetling, so I won’t drag this out,”
Hannibal murmured as he removed lube from his desk.
He had started keeping it there when one day he had looked out of his window,
which opened out onto his yard as well afforded him a view of William’s, and
noticed the boy climbing out of his swimming pool in a pair of black briefs.
Squeezing a little into his right hand, he glanced at the mirror and moaned at
the view; William spread out over him with his pants and underwear pushed down
and his shirt pushed up, cock jutting out; flushed red in contrast to his milky
skin and dark pubic hair, his red face pushed into Hannibal’s neck as he
panted; Hannibal could feel the throbbing of his own dick but ignored it for
now.
He held the boy pressed down against him with his left hand as he wrapped his
right around William’s rigid cock, causing the boy to cry out. Hannibal made
soothing noises as he slowly jerked the boy off, but William did not seem to
hear him judging by the look on his face as he mumbled nonsense into Hannibal’s
skin. Keeping his eyes on their reflection, he swiped his thumb over the slit
as he squeezed; William screamed as he came, body jerking forward as hot spurts
of cum covered his stomach and Hannibal’s hand. Hannibal jerked the boy through
his orgasm until the constant moaning turned into a whine, and then he trailed
his fingers through the cum.
When his breathing was mostly under control, William turned to look up at him
with wide eyes, mumbling, “Fuck that was awesome…”
Chuckling, Hannibal leaned down and kissed the boy, deepening it as William
opened his mouth for him. The sound of a bell ringing had them pull apart,
Hannibal’s brows furrowed in confusion but William’s eyes wide in shock, “That
was my phone!” The boy scrambled to get to his pants and came back with a slim
smartphone in his hands, “Oh no! Mum finished early and is on her way home!”
Hannibal had removed tissues and moist towelettes as he had worked his phone
and cleaned William off as he spoke, “Then you will have to return home
immediately.”
“But what about you?” the boy asked as he ground his hips down into Hannibal’s
obvious erection.
“I will see to myself you minx,” he gasped out, nipping at William’s ear.
“We could be quick,” the boy offered, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked at
the older man through his bangs.
“Next time,” Hannibal said smiling as he finished up, surprised when arms were
flung around his neck and he was hugged tightly.
“I was afraid this was a one-time only thing,” William mumbled as Hannibal
wrapped his own arms around the boy and hugged him, standing as he did and
lowering William until his feet were touching the ground.
“You need to go now William,” he said as the hug ended and he helped the boy
pull up his underwear and pants, “I would suggest splashing your face with cold
water.”
“Okay,” the boy said as he smoothed his shirt down, all the while staring at
the ground, “When- when can we…”
Hannibal tilted his face up and kissed him, “If you’d like, you could tell your
parents I’ve offered to tutor you every Tuesday and Thursday afternoons for two
hours; Alana and the kids are always late on those days.”
William smiled beautifully up at him, “Thank you Hannibal!”
Hannibal saw the boy to the front door, exchanging kisses before he opened it
and let the boy out, and then returned to his office. Stopping beside his desk
he stared down at the used tissues and towelletes; remembering the way William
had orgasmed so beautifully splayed out over him.
Hannibal hurriedly discarded his suit jacket and vest before undoing his shirt
buttons and pants, pushing the latter and his underwear down to his knees.
Squeezing lube into his right hand, he wrapped it around his cock as he leaned
onto his desk with his left. Holding his cock tightly, he pulled out before
slamming his hips forward, fucking into his hand forcefully as he thought about
the boy next door and all his unblemished skin, his purity, and just how he was
going to go about defiling him. When he orgasmed he roared, sparing a thought
for how glad he was that his office was soundproof, as he emptied over his desk
and fist.
By the time his family got home, Hannibal was fresh out of the shower.
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that night he told his wife about offering to tutor William as they sat
in bed reading; she praised him for his good heart then returned to her book.
Hannibal however contemplated all the things he and the teenager could do in
two hours, twice a week, without fear of interruption.
When Alana placed her book on her bedside table and said her goodnights, he did
the same, but found that he could not ignore the erection his thoughts had
produced. Rolling to throw an arm over his wife, he pushed his hips forward to
poke her with his cock.
“Hannibal!” she exclaimed as she rolled over to stare at him.
He took the opportunity to roll them both until she was on her back and he was
above her, and then leaned down to kiss her. Things heated up quickly and soon
he was pushing into her welcome heat, all the while wondering what it would
feel like to do the same with William. He fucked her roughly that night, his
mind filled with thoughts of his boy, but not enough that he did not bring her
to orgasm first before coming himself, emptying himself in her as he gasped
into her neck.
Afterwards, when they had cleaned themselves and settled in for sleep, she
asked him about his roughness; he used their infrequent sex due to their kids
as an excuse, and she bought it. Relieved, he fell asleep to dream of a flushed
cock nestled between long, thin, milky, slightly hairy legs.
Chapter End Notes
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