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Will watches the flex and roll of Hannibal’s muscles for a few moments; the suggestion beneath his shirt, the tightening sinews of his arms. He removes his own jacket, folding it over one of the kitchen stools. Instead of rolling up his sleeves, he undoes the buttons of his shirt and discards it the same way; he stretches his arms, now feeling a little freer in just his undershirt.
“You think this’ll be enough, then?” He stirs the chocolate with a wooden spoon, turning it over to keep the temperature even. It occurs to him that, at a previous time and place in their lives, Will might have had an issue with Hannibal having an entire bowl of chocolate ready for this. It also occurs to him that he is no longer the Will that would have that issue.
He dips his finger into the chocolate, about up to the second joint, covering it in thick syrup. He walks over and brings the chocolate up to Hannibal’s lips. “Tell me how it is.”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”