Will's words make Hannibal's pulse quicken, his breath hitch. He has never truly belonged to someone before, and the idea would have felt strange, alien, even repellent. He forms his life around his finely tuned capacity for control, of his environs and the people in it, and relinquishing that control for whatever reason disrupts his whole being. It was sometimes exhilarating, a temporary challenge that he took great joy in surmounting. But this is not a challenge to be overcome. This is a permanent alteration, a permanent surrender, appropriately to be marked by Will's designs carved into Hannibal's very flesh. He is offering up to Will, this man who he loves, his heart, his sex, his life. As he listens, as he aches, he slowly turns his head side to side, brushing his lips over the head of Will's cock, his breath hot.

When Will asks how Hannibal would mark him, Hannibal takes a moment to consider the beautiful canvas that is his lover's body. How indeed? He will scar him when he removes the kidney, of course, but there's more that can be done. So much more.

"I would take my time," he answers, his eyes caressing Will's body before returning to Will's eyes. "I would carve into your flesh the image of a stag. Not all at once, of course. The outline first. Then, after that has healed, several sessions of detail, with a period of healing after each. I have yet to decide, however, whether I will utilize your chest or your back." He lifts his eyebrows. "Do you have a preference?"