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As Will sat with his face almost dangerously close to the fan - a futile attempt to escape the unbearable heat of summer in Florence - the sweet smell of fresh strawberries and thick cream flooded his senses.
He followed the gorgeous scent all the way to the kitchen to find his even more gorgeous husband cheerfully whisking and working away. When his back was turned, Will snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Hannibal’s waist, gently nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck and laying little kisses.
“What are you making?” Will managed to get out between the kisses.
Hannibal smiled at the affection Will was showing him and turned around in Will’s arms to face him. He placed his hands on either side of Will’s face and replied, “I’m making ice cream. You are more than welcome to help me, but I think you would much rather just eat it.”
“You know me too well,” Will said with a short laugh.
“Yet I feel as though I still have so much more to learn about you, mylimasis,” Hannibal responded, “and I wish to spend my life getting to know everything about you.”
“Oh you fucking sap,” Will rolled his eyes, but he received a stern look from Hannibal for his ‘colourful language’.
“I have half a mind to cut your tongue out and feed it to Winston for that language,” Hannibal chided.
“Yeah but then you’d miss all the other things I can do with my tongue...” Will cheekily replied.
“Hmm I am afraid that you are going to need to prove that to me first,” Hannibal smirked.
Without hesitation, Will cupped the taller man’s face and locked lips with him. It started slow and sweet but quickly grew in passion as Hannibal’s mouth grew wider and Will took the opportunity to explore his mouth and intertwine their tongues. Both were moaning and whimpering, wanting more. At this moment, Will pulled away and enjoyed the dazed look on Hannibal’s face.
After taking a moment to catch his breath and regain control of his thoughts, Hannibal stated with a smile, “Perhaps you may keep your tongue for the time being.”
“I had a feeling I might change your mind after that,” Will raised his eyebrows, amused by the impact he had on his partner.
“It seems you were right,” Hannibal continued, “Now if there are no more distractions to be expected, I must get back to the ice cream before it solidifies.”
“Uh fine, I guess I’ll go, considering you love food more than me,” Will teased.
“At least the food doesn’t call me a ‘sap’ for expressing my love,” Hannibal teased back with a smile, “I really must get back to it though. I want to serve it with dessert this evening.”
“You’re making me wait until after dinner to eat it? On a hot day like this?” Will complained, “Why must you be so cruel?”
“Good things come to those who wait, my dear Will. And I don’t want it to ruin your appetite for dinner.” Hannibal responded as he ushered his greedy husband out of the kitchen and back into the living room.
And so, Will returned to his fan but now he could think of nothing other than that sweet smelling ice cream. If he hadn’t seen Hannibal making it, he would have assumed it fell from the heavens. There was absolutely no way he could wait until after dinner for it so he would have to devise a plan in order to get his husband out of the kitchen long enough for him to sneak a taste without being suspicious...
Just in time, inspiration struck him and it came with the pitter patter of paws as his beloved Winston pranced through the door. He knew morally it wasn’t a good idea to use the dog in his quest for that drop of heaven but ohh it had to be worth it.
And so he began to execute the plan...
He started off in their bedroom and laid one of Hannibal’s suits on the bed. Then he walked out of the room and called out, “Hannibal! Winston has chewed your blue tartan suit! Come quick!”
Predictably, that got him to drop everything without a second thought and so Will had to move quickly. As soon as he heard the hurried footsteps coming up the stairs, Will made his escape towards the kitchen, being careful to hide in another room when Hannibal approached, as to avoid being seen by him.
Now with Hannibal temporarily distracted, he ran and ran with nothing but that mouthwatering ice cream on his mind.
Finally, he reached his destination and found the ice cream that his husband had hastily abandoned. Breathless and slightly shaking from the adrenaline, he grabbed a teaspoon from the drawer and stuck it in the mixing bowl of that heavenly dessert. Once he scooped a heaped spoonful, he wasted no time bringing it up to his open lips. When he got that first taste...oh it was everything he had imagined and more. There was an explosion of sweet flavours and the thick texture that was just...perfect.
Will was so engrossed in his almost orgasmic endeavour that he jumped out of his skin when he heard his husband clearing his throat from the doorway. He froze mid scoop and slowly turned his head round, expecting to see a look of sheer disappointment. Instead, he was greeted with an amused smile and a low chuckle.
“If you wanted it that badly, dear Will, you could have just asked instead of giving me a heart attack.”
Will’s face went bright red with embarrassment but the colour faded out of it as he started laughing, suddenly realising how silly he was being to go to all that trouble for ice cream. He felt like a little kid again.
“Here, let me get you a dessert bowl,” Hannibal said as he reached up to the cupboard, grabbed two bowls and spooned some of the ice cream into each, “we can have dinner later since you’ll probably be quite full after this.”
They took their bowls into the dining room and cheerfully indulged in both the heavenly dessert and each other’s company.