Hannibal lets out the faintest sound, something like laugh, tinged with lovesickness.

"One day," he whipers before leaning in to steal another kiss from Will’s mouth. He's addicted by the way Will makes him feel.

He feels like he's pressing the words into Will’s mouth, shaping them himself. Like a puppeteer guiding every twitch, molding Will to feel exactly what Hannibal wants.

“I have to kill you,” he says softly, “so you can be reborn for me.”

He’s staring into those devoted eyes, and he knows he’d give Will the whole damn world right now. He leans in and kisses him, stealing whatever air is left in his lungs.

He doesn't need to ask for safe words, or for Will to stop him. Would he even want Hannibal to stop? Would he notice when he’s closer to death than anything else?

+

/ Not me here cryinggggg. I hate him! Why so hot?!

That’s the sight Hannibal adores. Will completely undone for him, obedient and dazed from the pleasure he’s been given. He presses kisses to whatever skin he can reach, his hand still on him, drawing out every last wave of ecstasy for Will.

His grip loosens slightly, giving Will room to breathe, though the thought lingers. How easy it would be to snap his neck right now.

"How did it feel?" he whispers. Pressed up against him, he can feel Will’s arousal as their bodies grind together—he can even smell it now. It’s a scent he grew familiar with far too quickly, one that drives his mind into a frenzy.

+

// We were not born for this.

“Is this how you pictured yourself going?” he asks, adding just a touch more pressure, knowing exactly where to press and how.

He lets Will’s body melt between his own and the table behind him, their forms pressed together so tightly there was no room left for distance.

But with Will, it was different..electric. Intimate in a way that made restraint feel more dangerous than violence.

“I’d love to mark you, so no one even dares to think about touching you,” he smirks, his fingers squeezing around Will’s throat.

He’d done this before to kill someone, preserving his victims for later use.

+

“I want to feel the life slip away beneath my touch... but part of me aches to make you bleed. To feel you drip onto my fingers while you tremble, whimpering my name with those eyes full of betrayal…”

A slow, wicked smile curved on Hannibal’s lips as he pressed them softly against Will’s neck. Then he pulled back just enough to meet Will’s gaze.

“I’d look you in the eyes and make sure you watch, that’s the first thing.” His hand slid to Will’s throat, fingers curling around it.

+

“More times than I can count,” he says as if saying something seductive, his lips trailing to Will’s neck, brushing the warm skin. Will always feels so warm.

“I’ve dreamed of killing you… but this is so much better.”

He didn’t give Will much space, pressing himself close and leaning into his touch. It was strange. He was someone who usually despised human contact and now he was craving it.

“You must be a pipe dream…”

Hannibal pulled back only slightly, his hands still resting on Will as he couldn't take his hands off him.

“There are few things in this world that matter to me, Will… my freedom...and now, you.”

/ That's the real Will 😌