[he considers killing him and it would be so effortless. Will is easily folding under his touch and he can feel his heartbeat under his thumb, a flutter of adrenaline. he recalls their evenings together, of Will desperate to wrap his own hands around Hannibal's neck and never being able to bring himself to do it.
soft lashes against skin. the two of them work as ying and yang, one exhaling while the other inhales, eyes fighting to stay open because he wants so badly to watch. more earth, sweat and hints of dog, then only Will; no overbearing scent of blood on their bodies.
every touch acts as a gift, Will's hand a welcomed weight on his arm. he leans into each one, notes the way he chooses the placement of his hand over the new scar. they haven't ever been allowed this. here Will is, so open for him, yet the mixture of love and need is primal. he can feel the warmth radiating off of him. jaw clenches and he swallows the urge to bite.]
Yet I am.
[nearly a whisper, but so confident, so sure. he almost almost responds to Will's hand around his by tightening his hold, instead deciding to loosen. all actions cause a reaction; his right hand that he'd held still in his pocket for so long finally palms itself against Will's waist, fingers twisting into fabric. close to the belt, if he needs it.]
Do you want me to be here, Will?
[noses brushing against each other again, he can feel Will's breath against his lips.]
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soft lashes against skin. the two of them work as ying and yang, one exhaling while the other inhales, eyes fighting to stay open because he wants so badly to watch. more earth, sweat and hints of dog, then only Will; no overbearing scent of blood on their bodies.
every touch acts as a gift, Will's hand a welcomed weight on his arm. he leans into each one, notes the way he chooses the placement of his hand over the new scar. they haven't ever been allowed this. here Will is, so open for him, yet the mixture of love and need is primal. he can feel the warmth radiating off of him. jaw clenches and he swallows the urge to bite.]
Yet I am.
[nearly a whisper, but so confident, so sure. he almost almost responds to Will's hand around his by tightening his hold, instead deciding to loosen. all actions cause a reaction; his right hand that he'd held still in his pocket for so long finally palms itself against Will's waist, fingers twisting into fabric. close to the belt, if he needs it.]
Do you want me to be here, Will?
[noses brushing against each other again, he can feel Will's breath against his lips.]