Will notices the minute physiological changes as Hannibal considers him, the pigment of the skin along Hannibal's throat pinking just a little, the peaks of his nipples hardening, the flesh in his groin flushing and swelling. Something Hannibal is thinking about is turning him on, and Will has several ideas what kinds of thoughts they might be, almost certain none of them are directly sexual.
He has half a mind to ask, but he waits as Hannibal pours them each a measure of wine, reaching across the mattress to hand Will his glass before he climbs carefully into the bed beside Will, arranging himself back against the headboard, mirroring Will's position. Will takes care to hold the wine up so he can test the nose first, inhaling deeply and keeping the scent at the fore as he takes his first sip, letting the flavors roll over his tongue before he swallows. He closes his eyes, thinks about a glass like this with a sample of Hannibal's blood, not enough that Hannibal would even miss it, given freely as an offering, warm and coppery on Will's tongue. The thought makes him shiver, and he wonders if Hannibal would be willing to do something like that with him, each of them tipping a taste of their life into a glass to be shared with their lover.
His eyes fluttering open, Will's gaze comes into contact with Hannibal's, a moment of warm, nonverbal communication blooming between them.
"What were you thinking, just now?" Will asks, licking the taste of wine off his lips. "When you were standing by the bed, before you poured the wine?"
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He has half a mind to ask, but he waits as Hannibal pours them each a measure of wine, reaching across the mattress to hand Will his glass before he climbs carefully into the bed beside Will, arranging himself back against the headboard, mirroring Will's position. Will takes care to hold the wine up so he can test the nose first, inhaling deeply and keeping the scent at the fore as he takes his first sip, letting the flavors roll over his tongue before he swallows. He closes his eyes, thinks about a glass like this with a sample of Hannibal's blood, not enough that Hannibal would even miss it, given freely as an offering, warm and coppery on Will's tongue. The thought makes him shiver, and he wonders if Hannibal would be willing to do something like that with him, each of them tipping a taste of their life into a glass to be shared with their lover.
His eyes fluttering open, Will's gaze comes into contact with Hannibal's, a moment of warm, nonverbal communication blooming between them.
"What were you thinking, just now?" Will asks, licking the taste of wine off his lips. "When you were standing by the bed, before you poured the wine?"