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“It still doesn’t mean you are right, Hannibal.” Will made sure to make that point after their discussion. He still opened the door before the other man, as a proper southern gentleman would. He shut them definitely much quicker, cutting off the appalling cold from outside.
“I usually am.” Hannibal’s smug expression accompanied his words. “Especially when it comes to the matter of human behavior.”
“Easy there, someone might think you have some background in social science.” Will countered with a smirk. Teasing the good doctor was one of his favorite pastimes. If done well, just like now, it earned him a proud glare. He smiled wider.
They were standing in the mudroom, getting rid of their coats and scarfs. It was this time of year it was unimaginable not to wear them. Will flicked his beanie, getting snow on the floor. If that earned him another sideways look, he didn’t notice. He still could feel the cold piercing his body.
“As we speak of social behavior I cannot help but notice, for someone who declare to be completely antisocial you had surprisingly heated discussion with the lady in the store.” Will knew what Hannibal was referring to; he reminisced the moment from earlier today.
“It was perfectly justifiable. You don’t meet a Sloughi's owner every day.” Hannibal was done changing and padded to the kitchen.
“You don’t get a Sloughi's owner’s phone number every day.” He said under his nose, still making sure Will could hear him.
“Aw, is doctor Lecter jealous?” He rubbed his hands together to warm them up a bit. He took his boots of and walked after his companion. He was busy pottering between the countertops.
“Of an over matured femme with a good judgment to choose a Hermès bag and yet not enough to acquire a toothbrush? Truly, Will, I have better faith in your standards.” He started cooking something on the stove in a small pot. Will approached him from behind and looked over his shoulder. His hands automatically landed on Hannibal’s hips.
“It’s hardly a case of standards.” He saw the man stirring the chocolate into the liquid heating on the burner. “My body and mind took the choice away from me some time ago.” He touched his soft lips to the side of the Hannibal’s neck. His hands wandered to slowly untuck the shirt from the man’s trousers. “Wherever I am my eyes decide to seek you out, even when I know you aren’t in the room. They make a pact with my mind to remind me of you whatever I talk about or look at.” He knew he had the man hooked already. The pleasant hum that came from the man only confirmed that.
“Are you trying to present a potential future purpose or is that your cruel side showing, love?”
“Hmm…” Will smirked. “That remains to be seen.”
And that’s when he rapidly put his freezing hands on the Hannibal’s naked stomach. The man hissed and tried to pull away but his position didn’t let him. “William.” He left the spatula and grabbed the hands abusing his sensitive skin. Will didn’t let go, only hugged him firmer. “Unbearable pup.”
Hannibal turned in Will’s arms but it made the man’s hands touch the previously spared back which wasn’t much better. He grabbed the brunette and shoved them to the opposite countertop. One of his hands landed on Will’s hip, the other on the nape of his neck. He nuzzled his cheek. “You’ll make the hot cocoa burn. I will hear no complains.”
“Hmm,” Will hummed “As if I ever complain.” He smiled toothily and kissed his love.