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Will allowed Hannibal to do this; let his hand be guided down and to the undoing of that top button. He pressed his nail into the skin, feeling the dusting of chest hair there catch as he scratched his way down. He let himself be guided back to the bowl, hands braced against Hannibal’s shoulders for balance.
“Then I’ll give you me.” Will said, and felt the warmth of chocolate and Hannibal’s lips against his own. He licked around and in Hannibal’s mouth, scraping his teeth against lips and tongue. He brought a hand up to cup Hannibal’s neck and adjust the angle; he wanted to taste as much of this man as possible. With his free hand, he undid the rest of the shirt buttons and ran his fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, sometimes scratching down to feel that rhythmic catching of hair against nails.
Pulling away, breathing a bit labored, Will wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His fingers lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal some of his skin. He paused and his mouth twitched into a smirk:
“What’s the magic word?”
// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."
“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”