While Hannibal isn't above drugging people, even lovers, he prefers not to remove Will's agency quite so completely, at least not right now. They will doubtless have long conversations about desires, fantasies, ground rules. For the moment, he will keep things relatively straight forward. They can explore more baroque scenarios when they have more time.

He smiles at Will's whimper. With one hand he winds the tie slowly, tightening it again but not enough to fully cut off Will's air, while with the other he brushes his fingers lightly along the hardness under Will's boxers.

"Undo my trousers," he murmurs. The shirt can wait.