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Hannibal took another sip of wine, then reached out with both hands to cup Will’s face. He moved slowly, intentionally. His fingers caressed from the point of Will’s chin through the coarse dark hair of his beard, fanning out to his cheeks. When his fingertips reached Will’s ears, he stopped, cradling Will’s jaw in his palms while his thumbs brushed against old scars. He smiled, eyes moving from Will’s reflective gaze down to his slightly parted lips. “Instinct is nothing more than lessons learned and skills acquired over millions of years of self-preservation. Genetic patterns built to keep us alive without thinking. Legs to run or kick, arms to climb or scratch…”
“And mouths to bite?” Will spoke low, eyes darting across Hannibal’s, unsure where to settle his gaze.
Hannibal hummed. “The mouth serves many, many purposes."
______________aka Hannibal gives Will anatomy lessons on what he and his mouth were built for.