Will's noises resonate deep in Hannibal's chest, and he moans in reply, a low, aching sound. He kisses hard, Will filling his senses, the taste of berries and coffee, the smell of desperate arousal, the feel of heat and tension and lust. Hannibal still maintains a relentless air of control, of not completely giving his will over to his own lust, but it's a near thing, the desire to just let go of everything vibrating in his head.
While still kissing Will deeply, Hannibal pulls back just enough so that he can unbutton Will's coat, push it from his shoulders, then grasp both sides of the front of Will's shirt and with one yank tear them apart, the buttons remaining from when he did this in Baltimore popping off and clattering to the floor. He pulls the shirt off of Will, letting it fall to the floor. Next his hands go down to Will's trousers, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his fly, and tugging down the zipper. He wants Will naked, and now.
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Date: 2016-03-05 05:12 pm (UTC)While still kissing Will deeply, Hannibal pulls back just enough so that he can unbutton Will's coat, push it from his shoulders, then grasp both sides of the front of Will's shirt and with one yank tear them apart, the buttons remaining from when he did this in Baltimore popping off and clattering to the floor. He pulls the shirt off of Will, letting it fall to the floor. Next his hands go down to Will's trousers, unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his fly, and tugging down the zipper. He wants Will naked, and now.