The way Will arches into Hannibal's hand is so delightfully needful that Hannibal hums in approval, moving his hand with the yearning motion of Will's hips, slowly flexing his own hips to glide his cock up and down Will's cleft. He enjoys creating a need that he subsequently is often begged to fill, and there are few things more suited to the tactic than sex.

Will's answer makes Hannibal smile. "It pleases me that I will be your first," he croons, then leans in closer, until his lips are brushing Will's earlobe. He twists the tie just slightly.

"I intend to likewise be your last."