Feat.: Sleepy morning intimacies! Injuries! Manipulation! Creepy metaphors! Nowhere near as many exclamation marks as this post! None, in fact! I'm just really excited because this is the first time I've updated this fic in forever, thus the moderately hysterical tone to this post! [Also please heed warnings including the one about erotic tooth pulling]
This doesn’t feel like courtship, or like romance. It feels cruel, and in some controlled way, violent. It feels, Will realises, like something he can understand. Like something he deserves. Something larger than himself, and a way to lose himself in the orchestrations of someone who might know him, but more importantly, knows best.
s1 breathplay fic!
Psst, @saxifraga-x-urbium
In which Will experiences some unhappiness in the wake of Hannibal's attempts to whip the skin from his back.
In which Hannibal has a skewed concept of fair punishment, and Will suffers for it. Again. [I'm continuing to shirk real life responsibilities in favour of updating this filth odyssey. 7,000+ words of dubious S&M later...]
