It's foreplay again, pillow talk, this back and forth between them, but it's more than that too. Now that Will's made this offering, and Hannibal's accepted, there will be no taking it back, not for either of them. Not that Will wants to renege on his promise; he's already thinking about the act, about where Hannibal might perform such a surgical procedure, a drape over the long, mahogany dining table, Will laid out nude upon on it. He doubts Hannibal has the equipment here to do anything laparoscopic, and even if he did Will has a feeling he wouldn't want do it that way. Doing an open surgery, will the healing process will take markedly more time, will leave a much more satisfying scar.

Following with that idea, Will thinks about the anesthesia Hannibal will use, knowing something general would require intubation and careful monitoring in order to keep Will alive. A spinal block seems more likely, and if Hannibal is light with the sedatives Will could watch it happen, could see Hannibal work. Will remembers the night Hannibal saved a man in the back of an ambulance, his kidney partially removed, his graceful surgeon's hands knowing just what to do. The idea of having those hands inside him makes something hot break loose inside Will, egged on by Hannibal's very real touch in the exact same place over his skin, Will's abdomen going tight as his cock surges up harder, his breath gasping out of him.

"Yes," Will pants, his voice thick with desire, agreeing with Hannibal's sentiment, his arousal about giving that part of himself to Hannibal plain and obvious with every reaction of his body. "Will you allow me to taste it?" he asks just before he leans in for another kiss, his mouth hot and trembling against Hannibal's, sure he knows the answer but wanting Hannibal to confirm it.