Hannibal's face, his expression, the sound of his voice, it's all taking Will apart at a level he never thought possible, an emotional and sexual desire gripping him to a point that makes it hard to breathe. He can see what Hannibal wants in the shape of his eyes, can hear it in the raggedness of his voice, can feel it in the slight tremor that works its way through Hannibal's body. And Will wants it too, wants to close the circuit between them, both giving and taking alike, equal in their devotion, their admiration, and their physical connection.

Will thinks about what will need to happen next, getting out of the bath and drying themselves, making their way back to the bedroom, and though it's not far, the task seems almost insurmountable. Will knows they can't do anything more where they are right now, and even in bed there's the issue they encountered before in that they have no lubricant. It sends a ripple of frustration through Will, making his close his eyes and take a measured breath.

"I want this," he says, his voice a low, husky whisper as he opens his eyes to meet Hannibal's again. "I want what you had before, I want more," he goes on, feeling unstable in a different way than he's used to, on edge and out of control. "I want everything, Hannibal," he admits, nearly sobbing with it.