When the kiss becomes increasingly violent Hannibal curls his fist into Will's hair and slides his other hand to Will's ass, gripping it tightly as their teeth clash, as they kiss with such force that Hannibal can again taste his own blood and Will's intermingled. It's that taste blooming on his tongue that draws a moan from deep in his chest and causes both of his grips to tighten, to hold Will closer, tighter, fingers crushing into flesh and body tight to body so that Hannibal could feel Will's heartbeat in his own chest.

Then the kiss begins to calm, and Hannibal loosens his grip, sighing quietly in wonder of the feeling of Will trembling in his arms. As Will undresses him, Hannibal moves to make it as simple as possible without directly removing clothing himself, making sure that agency remains with Will. It's beautifully symbolic, Hannibal allowing Will to strip him down, layer by layer, to lay him bare. Hannibal can be powerful even when nude, using even his stark form as a tool of manipulation, but now he's allowing himself to be truly naked, truly vulnerable, by the man who truly sees him. Truly knows him.

When Will's mouth goes to his throat, Hannibal closes his eyes and lifts his chin, tilting his head slightly to lay his throat bare to his lover's lips, tongue, and, oh yes, teeth. His heart is beating hard and fast, and even that is exposed to Will in the throbbing of his carotid.

"Will," he whispers, as he feels with perfect clarity every single bite, knows every single mark being made. Will could tear into Hannibal's throat and drink his lifeblood and Hannibal would be carried off into oblivion by bliss.