Hannibal doesn't balk at Will's desire for more; rather he meets it head on, opening his mouth to Will, giving Will tacit consent to press his tongue into Hannibal's mouth. And Will does it as soon as he can, finding Hannibal's tongue with his own, twisting them together. Hannibal tastes like so many things at once that Will can't sort them all out, so many flavors in the food they ate, the wine they drank, but beneath that a multitude of other things Will can't identify, that taste of Hannibal himself.

He cups both of his hands around Hannibal's jaw when Hannibal moves to open his buttons, and he can't believe they're here, in this moment, so quickly. Only a few minutes ago Will had told Hannibal he'd been deceiving him with the intention of seeing him locked away, and now they're in Hannibal's bedroom, kissing, touching, well on the way to becoming lovers. It's an overwhelming thought and it makes Will groan into Hannibal's mouth, their kiss deepening, Will pushing into Hannibal's mouth so hard that their teeth knock together painfully. A second later Will can taste the subtle tang of blood, one of them bleeding, and it sends a hard shiver through Will, forcing another deep moan from his chest.