Before agreeing to come with Hannibal, to leave their old life and start a new one together, Will had only ever very rarely seen anything but variations on the same stoic expression on Hannibal's face. Since running away with him, Will has started to see the parts of Hannibal that he'd always kept hidden before, the mask peeled away, the facade stripped. Caught in pleasure, physical and mental arousal vying for dominance, Hannibal looks exquisite, like the most beautiful thing Will has ever seen, and it makes sob with desire. He increases the pace of his stroking, his hand moving along Hannibal's cock in the water as he endeavors to give more physical gratification, as Hannibal does the same to him, spurring Will on with his touch and his words.

"Yes," Will answers Hannibal's question, his voice harsh and shaky with arousal. "I want to mark you, Hannibal," he pants, imagining rope burn and bruises, long, red scratches. "I want to break your skin, make you bleed, give you scars with my own hands," he goes on, words breaking as he shifts and arches against Hannibal's touch. "I want to take you apart, to be under your skin, own you the way you own me."