When Hannibal moves to dress as well, standing in front of Will as he does, Will's hands still and he lets his eyes move over Hannibal's naked skin. He knows he needs to get his act in gear, and that he'll have plenty of time to admire Hannibal without his clothes on once they settle in Europe, but he's feeling greedy and impatient, so he allows himself a hungry look.
Laying in bed together he'd mostly focused on Hannibal's face, his eyes, seeing his neck and chest in peripheral. But now he watches Hannibal's limbs move, lets his gaze linger on Hannibal's genitals for a moment, noticing how well endowed Hannibal is, even unaroused.
Once Hannibal pulls up his pants, Will spurs himself back into motion, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on, working on the buttons. When he gets to the bottom he finds the last two buttons missing and breathes out a little hotly at the memory of what happened to them, torn away in Hannibal's hurried desire to get Will out of his clothes. He swallows as he tucks the tail of the shirt into his pants, then goes to work putting on his shoes and socks as well.
"Is there anything else you need to take care of here before go to feed my dogs?" he asks, wanting to get an idea of their timing. At his house they'll have to feed the dogs, of course, and write a quick note for Alana. Will's hoping he'll have time to pack a bag quickly as well, not that he needs much, just a few additional clothes and his basic toiletries. He realizes he won't be able to take his gun, no way to get it on the plane, but he's sure he'll be able to replace it eventually, assuming he'll even feel the need to do so by the time they're in Paris.
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Laying in bed together he'd mostly focused on Hannibal's face, his eyes, seeing his neck and chest in peripheral. But now he watches Hannibal's limbs move, lets his gaze linger on Hannibal's genitals for a moment, noticing how well endowed Hannibal is, even unaroused.
Once Hannibal pulls up his pants, Will spurs himself back into motion, grabbing his shirt and slipping it on, working on the buttons. When he gets to the bottom he finds the last two buttons missing and breathes out a little hotly at the memory of what happened to them, torn away in Hannibal's hurried desire to get Will out of his clothes. He swallows as he tucks the tail of the shirt into his pants, then goes to work putting on his shoes and socks as well.
"Is there anything else you need to take care of here before go to feed my dogs?" he asks, wanting to get an idea of their timing. At his house they'll have to feed the dogs, of course, and write a quick note for Alana. Will's hoping he'll have time to pack a bag quickly as well, not that he needs much, just a few additional clothes and his basic toiletries. He realizes he won't be able to take his gun, no way to get it on the plane, but he's sure he'll be able to replace it eventually, assuming he'll even feel the need to do so by the time they're in Paris.