The honesty in Hannibal's words is written in his eyes, the heat of his gaze, the tone of his voice. The meaning is deeper than any physical attraction Hannibal has for him, much deeper, more about what Hannibal has seen inside Will, has fostered and brought into the light. It's not just what Will is on his own, it's what they are together, partners, kindred spirits, friends and lovers, and Will can feel that too, Hannibal's affection for him, how it twists him up in a way he's never experienced before. Will feels fortunate that he's been able to bring that out in Hannibal, that they're under each other's skin, intertwined in a way that's leaving them inseparable.
Will's eyes move over Hannibal's face, the lines and angles, the bow of his lips, the intensity of his gaze, and Will sees beauty there, too. Hannibal is dangerous, his mind wicked and sharp, but he sees art in the morbid, in decay, in blood and death. And he sees it in Will, in their coupling, in their conjoined becoming.
"Hannibal," Will murmurs lowly, his pulse racing as his body hums under Hannibal's touch, heartbeat throbbing where Will's stretched around Hannibal's shifting fingers. "Please," he says, just the edge of begging, needing Hannibal close to him now.
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Date: 2016-04-28 04:58 am (UTC)Will's eyes move over Hannibal's face, the lines and angles, the bow of his lips, the intensity of his gaze, and Will sees beauty there, too. Hannibal is dangerous, his mind wicked and sharp, but he sees art in the morbid, in decay, in blood and death. And he sees it in Will, in their coupling, in their conjoined becoming.
"Hannibal," Will murmurs lowly, his pulse racing as his body hums under Hannibal's touch, heartbeat throbbing where Will's stretched around Hannibal's shifting fingers. "Please," he says, just the edge of begging, needing Hannibal close to him now.