Will can see action in Hannibal's eyes just before Hannibal's muscles contract and Hannibal's hand catches Will's shoulder, turning him so swiftly Will's surprised he doesn't stumble. One of Hannibal's hands is still clutching the ends of the tie around Will's neck, effectively controlling him, and Will doesn't fight against it, his chin tipped upward as Hannibal pulls his body back so their pressed tightly together, Will's shoulder blades against Hannibal's chest, his ass pressed right against Hannibal's pelvis.

The feeling of Hannibal's cock there against him, hard and hot right in the cleft between his buttocks, is jarring and arousing all at once. It speaks of what Hannibal's designing for them, and while the mechanics aren't a mystery to Will, he's never been on either end of anal sex. This act between them so far has been rough, and though Will hopes Hannibal will at least start out kindly, he can't deny the anxiety he feels at this kind if potential physical violence.

Having Hannibal's hand on him helps to calm him a measure, however, distract him, and Will's eyes drop closed, arching into Hannibal's palm, chasing the friction. "No," he breathes out in answer to Hannibal's question, his voice thick with the pleasure Hannibal's giving him.