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cw: petplay, human pup!Will Graham, subspace.
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When Will is deep in puppyspace, he goes nonverbal, reduced to animalistic grunts, whimpers and barks. Doggies don't use big human words. When he's a dog, he doesn't need to be anxious about human responsibilities and worries. He +
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When Will is deep in puppyspace, he goes nonverbal, reduced to animalistic grunts, whimpers and barks. Doggies don't use big human words. When he's a dog, he doesn't need to be anxious about human responsibilities and worries. He +
can just play and get pets from his owner... as well as other things. He's collared, he loves being collared, has to be or he feels that something's missing. The metal loops clinking as he shakes his head and musses up his chocolate curls. He's nude otherwise. He crawls over to +
Hannibal lounging in his armchair and sits waiting for permission for Hannibal to gesture he can come up onto the furniture. He tries to be obedient even if it goes against his urges and wants. He wants to be good, well he ought to, be good to see his owner happy and get what +
he wants handed to him (manipulative slut), though the ocassional strop he puts up gives him a rush. Will just puts his arms (paws?) onto the space between Hannibal's spread legs for leverage as he pushes himself up on his front legs to nuzzle against Hannibal's clothed belly +
wanting scratches and pets. Maybe even a heavy petting I'd he plays his cards right. Will whines and buries his face into Hannibal's shirt. Climbing up to straddle him when Hannibal pretends he's not even there.
"What an impatient doggy. You need to learn to behave if you want +
"What an impatient doggy. You need to learn to behave if you want +
your owner's attention." If Will keeps this clingy behaviour up when Hannibal is busy- or just teasing him- he'll get put on a leash and tied to a chair as he leaves to prepare dinner. Naked and left sitting on the cold floor. He played his cards wrong evidently. Daddy's a very +
busy man to his dismay. He's not good at taking these things in when he's particularly attention and touch starved. Hannibal comes back and hour later to the sight of Will lying on the floor, dejected like he's been kicked, eyes sore from crying and a filthy pout. +
Dull resentment bleeding into his features.
"Did you learn your lesson, pup? I'm here now and have time to play with you. Dry your eyes." Oh course, he hasn't.
"Did you learn your lesson, pup? I'm here now and have time to play with you. Dry your eyes." Oh course, he hasn't.
Hannibal lies down on the chaise and gestures for Will to hop up by tapping the cushions, Will lies on top of him, wiggling into his chest, limbs tangled. Hannibal fully clothed and Will in only his custom, snug fit collar, Hannibal removed his leash upon untying him. The stark +
contrast juxtaposing the power the two hold in moments like these. Hannibal runs an arm up and down his toned back as the other pets his hair lovingly. Hanni presses his face into the forest of hair and hums contently, enjoying his natural, rustic musk. None of that artificial +
(and frankly foul) aftershave to brick him from how his perfect puppy's scent. Often they're just soft and happy like that. Will loves getting pet but he also adores tummyrubs. During play he often rolls over on his back and barks to get Hannibal to rub his belly, scratching at +
the bit of fuzz that makes up his happy trial.
Other times, their play turns sexual. Hannibal splayed on all fours, leash wrapped around his hand, harsh enough for his knuckles to whiten around the leather strip, as he guides Will to mount him. Tugging the leash taut to keep +
Other times, their play turns sexual. Hannibal splayed on all fours, leash wrapped around his hand, harsh enough for his knuckles to whiten around the leather strip, as he guides Will to mount him. Tugging the leash taut to keep +
Will's head not too far away from the back of his, he has the control of Will wrapped around his finger yet giving just enough wiggle room for his pup to fulfill his deep primal urges. Will's hard and throbbing, desperate for stimulation, messily thrusting, at first struggling +
to find a hole blindly. So eager that he's too eager.
"Easy there, boy. Easy."
Oftentimes he just humps Hannibal's thigh and that's enough for him. Enough to quench his lust, to come fast and drop against his owner like a ragdoll. How messy... He's so desperate for friction. +
"Easy there, boy. Easy."
Oftentimes he just humps Hannibal's thigh and that's enough for him. Enough to quench his lust, to come fast and drop against his owner like a ragdoll. How messy... He's so desperate for friction. +
Hannibal would often tell him off, especially when clothes for ruining his perfectly tailoured trousers with his precome and get them all creased but sometimes he just let's Will relieve himself in that way when he's been an especially good dog.
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from a convo w/ @thegayprofiler
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from a convo w/ @thegayprofiler
