The sudden violence of Hannibal pulling Will's shirt open shocks a gasp out of Will, and he shivers as Hannibal tugs his shirt off, leaving his torso bare for Hannibal's touch. They continue to kiss deeply, roughly, Hannibal's teeth catching Will's lip, biting hard enough to draw fresh blood. The little burst of pain makes Will mewl pathetically into Hannibal's mouth, and his fingers move to fumble with Hannibal's jacket, pushing it over Hannibal's shoulders, guiding it down until it falls to the floor.
Will wonders a bit manically how much this suit that he's stripping off Hannibal is worth, what the dry cleaning on it would cost. His fingers work the buttons on Hannibal's waistcoat and he thinks about them leaving these clothes right where they are, the garments clearly cast off in the name of passion. He thinks about what Alana would say, seeing their clothes, Hannibal's, fine and expensive, and Will's, rugged and utilitarian, mingled in the middle of the bedroom floor, if she'd put the pieces together.
Waistcoat on the floor, Hannibal's tie is next, and Will's fingers tug at the knot, but it's tied perfectly, tightly, and he can't get it free. He growls softly in frustration against Hannibal's lips, well past ready to reveal Hannibal's skin. Giving up for the moment, Will slipping a hand onto the back of Hannibal's head, curling his fingers into Hannibal's hair, kissing his mouth wetly for a few seconds longer before he pulls back a fraction to look into Hannibal's eyes.
"Can you get the tie?" he asks, wishing he had a knife in his pocket he could use to cut it off, needing it out of his way immediately.
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Date: 2016-02-02 05:16 am (UTC)Will wonders a bit manically how much this suit that he's stripping off Hannibal is worth, what the dry cleaning on it would cost. His fingers work the buttons on Hannibal's waistcoat and he thinks about them leaving these clothes right where they are, the garments clearly cast off in the name of passion. He thinks about what Alana would say, seeing their clothes, Hannibal's, fine and expensive, and Will's, rugged and utilitarian, mingled in the middle of the bedroom floor, if she'd put the pieces together.
Waistcoat on the floor, Hannibal's tie is next, and Will's fingers tug at the knot, but it's tied perfectly, tightly, and he can't get it free. He growls softly in frustration against Hannibal's lips, well past ready to reveal Hannibal's skin. Giving up for the moment, Will slipping a hand onto the back of Hannibal's head, curling his fingers into Hannibal's hair, kissing his mouth wetly for a few seconds longer before he pulls back a fraction to look into Hannibal's eyes.
"Can you get the tie?" he asks, wishing he had a knife in his pocket he could use to cut it off, needing it out of his way immediately.