Will slides his hands over Hannibal's shoulders and to the back of his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss.

( There's a part of his mind that is aware that there are only three ways his relationship with Hannibal will end - murder or marriage. Or both.)

Will shifts under Hannibal's hand, mouth parted on a soft noise. There's another thrill of fear that bubbles up in his stomach, erased by the way he just feels. . .

Content.

He relents, eyes on Hannibal's without wavering.

"Okay."

|| But it's also the episode Hannibal kills a homophobic doctor. So.

|| Dr. Dilf.

He feels himself melting against Hannibal, leaning into him.

All Will can think to do is return the kiss with whatever effort he can manage. He enjoys the way that his brain has gone quiet, less of the torment of the thoughts that never seem to cease.

He puts himself into Hannibal's hands, places his life in his palms, and trusts Hannibal with it.

|| Yes!