Content Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Improper Psychiatrist-Patient Relationship
“Freddie Lounds called us ‘Murder Husbands.’” Special Agent Will Graham slowly paced in front of his chair in Dr. Hannibal Lecter’s office. Dr. Lecter sat across from Will’s chair, his right leg crossed over his left.
“And how did that make you feel?”
“Angry. Disgusted. And-” Graham stopped pacing, lost in thought.
“But that wasn’t all y-”
“I think we should fuck.”
A bemused look crossed Dr. Lecter’s face, almost a hint of surprise. “An interesting proposition.”
“Dr. Bloom assumes we’re already fucking. Crawford and Price keep making snide little jokes about it. Why not just…get it out of the way, you know? Get it out of our systems.”
Dr. Lecter rose from his chair, approaching Graham, staring into Will’s bearded face, trying to see if Will will meet his gaze. Graham stared at the floor. Dr. Lecter inhaled Graham’s musk – he knew that Will showered using a 3-in-1 Old Spice bodywash. Thankfully, Graham skipped the all-too-familiar unfortunate aftershave. Dr. Lecter felt glad Will cleansed his body recently, although he wished that Will had chosen a cleanser with a less abrasive scent; Lecter adored Will’s pheromones. “In your fantasies, Dear Will, how do you imagine us fornicating?”
Will finally lifted his head and stared into Dr. Lecter’s black eyes. “I- I’ve never been fucked in the ass. But I- …I think I need to…feel you inside me.”
Dr. Lecter smiled. “I’m so happy you came to me, Will. I believe we’ve reached a point in our therapy where you could really benefit from therapeutic touch.” Dr. Lecter touched Will’s right cheek with his left hand. Will felt Lecter’s 6 fingers stroke his beard. Lecter leaned in – his and Will’s lips found each other for the first time.
At first, Dr. Lecter was gentle. His lips caressed Will’s. Lecter felt Will’s tongue peek into Lecter’s mouth. Lecter heeded the invitation, forcing his tongue into Will’s mouth, letting it waltz against Will’s tongue. Will moaned. Lecter bit into Will’s lower lip with surgical precision, drawing just enough blood. Lecter pulled away from Will. Without warning, Lecter shoved Will into the patient chair. Will gasped, his heart rate elevated. Lecter crouched, slinking across Will’s legs like the feral beast Hannibal was. Lecter unbuttoned and unzipped Will’s bluejeans. Lecter, with his left hand, manoeuvred Will’s gray boxer briefs, finding Will’s almost entirely erect circumcised cock. How American. Lecter stared deeply into Will’s right pupil as his mouth enveloped Will’s cock.
“Oh!” Will gasped. Lecter devoured Will’s cock. Will felt the tip travel into Lecter’s throat. Lecter could taste Will’s pre-ejaculate. As much as Lecter would love to savour Will’s semen, Lecter knew he must show restraint: This wasn’t a pedestrian 1-night-stand like he had experienced many times before; this was love.
“Do you trust me, Will?”
“Y- Yes.” Will surprised himself with how readily he answered.
“Good boy.” Lecter stood up in front of Will. “Undress yourself. No underwear, no socks, completely nude. Then follow me into the bath. I know you already showered tonight, but sodomy requires…additional preparation.”
Will sat nude in Hannibal’s elegant Victorian bathtub. Hannibal entered wearing black nitrile medical gloves and holding a prepared enema.
“I didn’t eat today. Or last night. So I probably should be clean,” Will said.
“It’s not good for you to go so long with sustenance. We will have to discuss your diet during our next session.” Hannibal applied a generous dab of jelly lubricant to the enema nozzle. “As far as cleanliness is concerned, you’ll find that I have high standards. Tell me, Will, how often are you tested for STIs?”
“Not…with a great degree of regularity. I- I don’t really…have sex…very often.”
“I’ll order an STI panel first thing tomorrow morning.” Hannibal applied a dab of lubricant to his right index and middle finger. “I’ll start with 1 finger, slowly. Once I’m able to insert 2 fingers, you should be ready for the enema.” Will flinched as he felt the cold lubricant on Hannibal’s index finger touch his anus. “You’ll be sure to tell me if anything hurts, yes?”
“Y- Y- Y- Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Will groaned as he felt Hannibal’s index finger enter through his anus into his rectum.
“How do you feel?”
“I- I- I don’t know. It feels…strange.”
“It takes some time to adjust to the sensation.” Hannibal moved his finger, massaging Will’s prostate. Will twitched. It didn’t quite feel…painful. But Will couldn’t be sure that what he was feeling was pleasure.
Hannibal stared into Will’s right pupil. “Are you ready for a second finger?”
Will nodded. Hannibal applied another dab of lubricant on his index and middle finger.
“Ohh!” Will groaned, as he felt 2 fingers enter his rectum.
“Was that pain?” Hannibal asked. He did not sound particularly concerned.
“N- N- No. I- I don’t think so.”
Hannibal kneaded Will’s prostate, stretching out Will’s hole, for about a minute. Then he removed his fingers, discarded his gloves, applied hand sanitizer, and put on a fresh new pair. “Okay, Will. You’re ready for the enema.”
After cleansing Will thoroughly, both inside and out, Hannibal carried Will down the hall into his bedroom, his king-sized bed adorned with red satin linen. Hannibal tossed Will onto the bed. Hannibal, still wearing a full suit without shoes, begins to undress, first undoing his tie, removing his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling his belt. Will gazed at Hannibal’s naked torso for the first time. Hannibal’s physique was unmistakably male, and yet…there was a certain androgyny to his slender, muscular but lean figure. And the grace with which Hannibal disrobed – there was an almost feminine, feline quality to it. Soon Hannibal stood before Will completely nude. Will stared at Hannibal’s uncircumcised erection – not especially large, probably about average in length, maybe 4.7 inches, Will estimated. Large enough that Will would certainly feel it enter his, until today, unexplored hole.
Hannibal slunk over Will, like a boa constrictor enveloping its prey. Hannibal grabbed more lubrication from his nightstand, applied lubricant to his right index and middle finger, and in a quick gesture, inserted his fingers into Will’s hole again.
“Uhhhhh!” Will moaned as he felt his psychiatrist, his friend, fingerfuck him.
“Do you want me, Will?”
“Y- Y- Yes.”
“Say please.”
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my ass!”
Hannibal removed his fingers, grabbed Will’s legs, and positioned himself so the tip of his erection stood about a centimetre away from Will’s hole. Hannibal stared into Will’s eyes, savouring the fearful desire he saw in Will’s expression. “Are you ready to feel my power?”
“Just shut up and fuck me already!”
Hannibal obliged, entering Will for the first time.
“Ohhhhhhh!” Will moaned. He felt his cock stiffen, pre-ejaculate already leaking out of his tip. There was no denying it – this was pleasure.
Hannibal growled like a panther, baring his small white teeth in a devilish grin. He held Will’s legs above his shoulders and thrusted with clinical precision – he knew just how to stimulate a man like Will Graham.
“Oh fuck! Ohhh, fuuuckk!” Will cried out. How could he feel like this? Like his cock was already ready to burst despite Hannibal not laying a finger on it?
“AHHH!!” Will screamed and spasmed as jets of his own white ejaculate descended upon his abdomen, chest, neck, and face.
Hannibal gave a few more good thrusts – he wanted to ensure that his precious Will was fully milked. Then he stopped, keeping his fully erect cock fully inserted. He gazed down at Will. “Do you want me to keep going?”
Will panted in post-coital bliss. “Did you cum yet?”
“I don’t need to.”
Will examined Lecter’s eyes. “Do you want to cum?”
“I feel completed satisfied pleasuring you, Will. It pleases me to please you.”
Lecter embraced Will, pressing his chest into Will’s so that he could feel Will’s fresh semen on his torso. Lecter breathed slowly, deliberately, attempting to help Will slow his breathing. Relax. Poor Will needed to relax – he never really experienced true leisure time. Hannibal knew he still had much to teach Will.
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