Hannibal pulls at the tie around Will's throat, though not as hard as the first time, making it difficult to swallow and restricting his air just a bit, but not enough to choke him. The feeling of the fabric there sends little sparks of arousal through Will, being at Hannibal's mercy like this, knowing now Hannibal would rather fuck him that kill him, at least in the moment. It's exhilarating, and Will can't get enough of it.

Hannibal touches him, then, just a bare graze of elegant fingertips along the line of Will's erection, and he shudders out a broken breath, wanton and desperate for this, for Hannibal. He reaches out to do what he's been asked, his fingers finding Hannibal's belt and threading the end through the buckle, keeping his eyes locked on Hannibal's as he does.

Hannibal's gaze is predatory, hungry, and Will wants to be devoured in this way. He licks his lower lip as he draws down Hannibal's zipper, then moves to open the button, the front of Hannibal's pants splitting. He knows he should wait until he's told, but he lets his hand fall past the open fly, his palm connecting with the girth and heat of Hannibal's cock, feeling it fill up the hollow of his hand, knowing Hannibal is aroused because of him.