The way Hannibal offers his hand to Will now is like the completion of a circle, one that began when Hannibal made the same gesture as Will sat at Hannibal's table in Baltimore. They're still at the beginning of this journey, their new life together, but it's symbolic, the fact they left their lives in America after coupling, and are now bridging the gap to where they are now, their flat in Paris.
Will takes Hannibal's hand without a moment of hesitation, though he feels more self-conscious about his own nudity once he's standing at Hannibal's side. It's not that he has a problem with being naked, it's more the transition, moving from the bed to the kitchen through the halls of the apartment, past windows that, though they're shuttered, are allowing sunlight in. It reminds Will that this is more than sex, more than something that's happening in the dark, impossible to deny. It's new to Will, being someone's lover, being someone's partner like this, and while it puts him off balance, he finds himself wanting to lose himself in it.
He follows Hannibal to the kitchen, blinking his eyes into focus on Hannibal's broad back, the flex of heavy muscles, trapezius and latissimus dorsi, the tapering at Hannibal's waist drawing Will's gaze downward. He inhales sharply as he realizes he's admiring Hannibal's buttocks, noting the way the skin moves, the smoothing and tucking as it stretches over the rise of Hannibal's ass down over his hamstrings. Maybe it's part of the intoxication he's found in being intimate with Hannibal in this way, but the desire in him flares as his eyes roam over Hannibal's body, attracted to the masculinity, to Hannibal's in particular.
By the time they reach the kitchen, Will can feel his pulse heavy in his groin, and when Hannibal turns to face him Will's eyes fall immediately to Hannibal's cock, thick and flushed and slick at the tip. He licks his lips and raises his gaze to Hannibal's face, knowing how obvious his arousal is, how his eagerness to feel Hannibal inside him again has grown even just in the few feet they've traveled from the bedroom. He exhales a shaky breath, his eyes skirting to Hannibal's lips and back to his eyes again, his stomach tightening.
"I never thought I could want anyone the way I want you," he admits, his voice a husky whisper.
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Will takes Hannibal's hand without a moment of hesitation, though he feels more self-conscious about his own nudity once he's standing at Hannibal's side. It's not that he has a problem with being naked, it's more the transition, moving from the bed to the kitchen through the halls of the apartment, past windows that, though they're shuttered, are allowing sunlight in. It reminds Will that this is more than sex, more than something that's happening in the dark, impossible to deny. It's new to Will, being someone's lover, being someone's partner like this, and while it puts him off balance, he finds himself wanting to lose himself in it.
He follows Hannibal to the kitchen, blinking his eyes into focus on Hannibal's broad back, the flex of heavy muscles, trapezius and latissimus dorsi, the tapering at Hannibal's waist drawing Will's gaze downward. He inhales sharply as he realizes he's admiring Hannibal's buttocks, noting the way the skin moves, the smoothing and tucking as it stretches over the rise of Hannibal's ass down over his hamstrings. Maybe it's part of the intoxication he's found in being intimate with Hannibal in this way, but the desire in him flares as his eyes roam over Hannibal's body, attracted to the masculinity, to Hannibal's in particular.
By the time they reach the kitchen, Will can feel his pulse heavy in his groin, and when Hannibal turns to face him Will's eyes fall immediately to Hannibal's cock, thick and flushed and slick at the tip. He licks his lips and raises his gaze to Hannibal's face, knowing how obvious his arousal is, how his eagerness to feel Hannibal inside him again has grown even just in the few feet they've traveled from the bedroom. He exhales a shaky breath, his eyes skirting to Hannibal's lips and back to his eyes again, his stomach tightening.
"I never thought I could want anyone the way I want you," he admits, his voice a husky whisper.