Hannibal listens to Will with his eyes warm and full of compassion for the man. If his friend knew the specifics of what had happened before, of the lover who has been the only one so far to take Hannibal in the way Will wishes to take him, he might not be so eager to have that...or might be more careful to specify exactly what part of that he wants. Regardless, Hannibal understands what Will wants, not only from his words, but from his tone, from the look on his face, from that moment he has to take to calm himself before speaking. From that catch in his throat, that near-sob. What they have has developed so quickly, and it is intense beyond what Hannibal has known, and, he is sure, what Will has known. Will looks ready to shake apart at the force of it all, the force of emotion and desire. Hannibal leans forward, wraps his arms around his lover, and draws him in, holds him close, gently stroking his hair, to calm Will and to settle himself as well, his own desires hot beneath his skin.
"It's yours," he murmurs, turning his head to nuzzle against Will's ear. "All of it is yours. Even the time it may take for all of it to come to fruition. If you wish, we can explore our options."
They had olive oil if they were desperate enough. Or they could run out for something more conventional.
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Date: 2016-06-01 10:37 pm (UTC)"It's yours," he murmurs, turning his head to nuzzle against Will's ear. "All of it is yours. Even the time it may take for all of it to come to fruition. If you wish, we can explore our options."
They had olive oil if they were desperate enough. Or they could run out for something more conventional.