It's all over so quickly that it feels almost like a dream, the after image of Hannibal's face caught in the pleasure of his climax burned into the backs of Will's eyes as he's pulled into Hannibal's embrace. Will feels shaky, cold and overheated all at once, but having Hannibal's arms around him centers him, calms him, and he closes his eyes, breathing in Hannibal's scent (still warm and apparent beneath the smell of soap and sex) and letting himself drift.

"I didn't see it coming either," he admits in a low whisper, breathing an almost laugh. "I've never liked this much, I've never wanted it, but I do with you. I want all of it," he admits, his wet fingers seeking the length of Hannibal's spine, feeling each vertebrae. "I want more."