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Will absently stroked at his hair, frowning. “Hannibal. What's wrong?"
But Hannibal shook his head, reaching to clutch at Will's waist, and fist a handful of the back of Will's shirt. Then they were pulling Will down, and he could only obey, bending and accepting the sudden kiss Hannibal pressed desperately to his mouth.
Will was used to losing time, but it hadn't happened to him for some years, so it came as a surprise when he realized he was abruptly stretched out on top of Hannibal with no memory of laying down, crammed onto the chaise as they were, as hands kneaded fitfully at his back and kisses continued to distract him.
