Hannibal has far more experience admiring the beauty and sensual power of the male form than his lover, yet for him as well there is something novel, that being the feeling of compassion, love, for the man who held the form. The concept that one's beauty may be enhanced in the eyes of a lover is not foreign to him, yet Hannibal has not before experienced it this strongly. Will is lovely, lithe and slight and well proportioned, yet with the warmth that Hannibal feels in his heart, in his soul, in his entire being, the man is luminous. He can tell that Will is self-conscious, but he still takes a moment to just look, to enjoy the vision that is his beloved.
Will's admission brings a smile to Hannibal's lips. "The sentiment is mutual," he murmurs back, although he suspects that what triggers that sentiment in him is quite different than the one in Will. It is not the physical desire that takes Hannibal aback, but the deep emotional attachment.
Hannibal gestures to the kitchen's preparation table. It is expansive, which makes sense for someone as serious about the culinary arts as Hannibal, yet Will can almost certainly perceive one of the most salient facts about the table's dimensions.
It can easily accommodate the laid-out body of a full-grown man.
"Will you lie upon my table, Will?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with the many implications.
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Date: 2016-04-15 12:15 am (UTC)Will's admission brings a smile to Hannibal's lips. "The sentiment is mutual," he murmurs back, although he suspects that what triggers that sentiment in him is quite different than the one in Will. It is not the physical desire that takes Hannibal aback, but the deep emotional attachment.
Hannibal gestures to the kitchen's preparation table. It is expansive, which makes sense for someone as serious about the culinary arts as Hannibal, yet Will can almost certainly perceive one of the most salient facts about the table's dimensions.
It can easily accommodate the laid-out body of a full-grown man.
"Will you lie upon my table, Will?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with the many implications.