Will hears Hannibal's intake of breath like a tree falling in the woods, his visual emotional response a monumental thing and rare to behold. It was even more intense and meaningful that the sound Hannibal had made an hour and a half ago when he'd taken Will and come roughly inside him, the emotion related deeper and more vulnerable than desire, and it made Will's chest ache, the urge to lean across the center of the car and kiss Hannibal extremely strong.
He doesn't do it, not right away, because Hannibal has a look in his eyes that says he's about to speak, and Will wants to hear everything and anything Hannibal has to say.
Will's sure that Hannibal doesn't use the word desire lightly, and fate either. Just as Will had found himself falling into Hannibal, Hannibal had lost himself in the space between them as well, his need for them to be part of each other as strong as the one to see Will embrace his true nature. They were just alike, their uniqueness not so much mirrored as two halves of a whole. They were one now, and separating them, if it was even possible, would be more than painful, impossible to survive unscathed.
"I want to know you," Will says, his voice shaking in its sincerity. "In every way. And I want you to know me, too. All of me." He takes a breath, exhaling it hotly, unable to deny himself any longer. He leans into Hannibal's seat and finds Hannibal's lips, the kiss hard and wet but not lingering, Will breaking it only seconds after it began, sitting back in his own seat with a broken breath.
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Date: 2016-02-13 10:53 pm (UTC)He doesn't do it, not right away, because Hannibal has a look in his eyes that says he's about to speak, and Will wants to hear everything and anything Hannibal has to say.
Will's sure that Hannibal doesn't use the word desire lightly, and fate either. Just as Will had found himself falling into Hannibal, Hannibal had lost himself in the space between them as well, his need for them to be part of each other as strong as the one to see Will embrace his true nature. They were just alike, their uniqueness not so much mirrored as two halves of a whole. They were one now, and separating them, if it was even possible, would be more than painful, impossible to survive unscathed.
"I want to know you," Will says, his voice shaking in its sincerity. "In every way. And I want you to know me, too. All of me." He takes a breath, exhaling it hotly, unable to deny himself any longer. He leans into Hannibal's seat and finds Hannibal's lips, the kiss hard and wet but not lingering, Will breaking it only seconds after it began, sitting back in his own seat with a broken breath.