Will isn't surprised that Hannibal would want to share every part of the experience with Will, up to and including the consumption of Will's flesh, and Will can't say he's not curious what he would taste like, what Hannibal would taste like. The muscle in his thigh flexes a little beneath Hannibal's touch, and his cock fills out a little more, the vestiges of a new erection. He has a thought, wishing there was an easier way to give Hannibal what he wants, to truly take Will into himself in a way no one else has (or ever will), because he doesn't imagine living with a missing limb would be very pleasant, even knowing he'd be capable of it if he had to be.
Licking his lips, Will moves his eyes from where he's watching Hannibal's fingers tracing his vastus lateralis and his rectus femoris, finding the line between the muscles in a way only a former surgeon could, up to Hannibal's eyes. "If I offered, would you take a part of me without eventually killing me?" he asks carefully, feeling a little lightheaded himself at the consideration. "Something sooner than later, something I could live without?"
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Date: 2016-03-18 11:02 pm (UTC)Licking his lips, Will moves his eyes from where he's watching Hannibal's fingers tracing his vastus lateralis and his rectus femoris, finding the line between the muscles in a way only a former surgeon could, up to Hannibal's eyes. "If I offered, would you take a part of me without eventually killing me?" he asks carefully, feeling a little lightheaded himself at the consideration. "Something sooner than later, something I could live without?"