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Hannibal walks closer eyeing his prey before he attacks. He stays behind the corner in the kitchen. Will unknowingly leans on the counter ahead of him, intently focused on the book in his hand. His curls falling down his face into his eyes and Hannibal awes at how he can even read. The older man waits a few seconds before pouncing, just to make sure that the latter truly didn't discern him. Will looks up at the exact same time Hannibal cups his face in his hands. The book drops to the floor with a thud, the soft back book crumpling sadly. He showers his lover in soft kisses all over his pale skin. Will's smile takes up half of his face as he giggles and shy's away from him. A blush grows up his neck and onto his cheeks . A soft red that drives Hannibal to come just a bit closer.
Wills shoulders shrug up to his ears and his hands lay awkwardly in the air. "Stop it!" He screeches out making no actual attempt or motion that he wants Hannibal to obey his command. His noise scrunches up and he cannot help it when his hands clap together loudly and fast to voice his excitement towards the surprise. It eggs the cannibal on as he moves impossibly closer. Wills hands momentarily stop moving as he wraps his arms around the shorter man kicking the long forgotten book to the side. Will immediately notices the interesting texture of the suit he's wearing, feeling the plaid stitching on his fingertips. He loves the feeling and can't help but rapidly rub his hands down Hannibal's sides. The slight bumps and soft fabric help alleviate the overwhelming feeling of joy.
He can feel the smile on the older man's face as he plants his kisses strategically. They start to tickle as his face gets more and more wet with the sloppy saliva. The feeling sends shivers down his spines and he becomes suddenly overstimulated. His giggles die down as does his excitement. "Okay, Okay! No more, no more" He says pulling away slightly from Hannibal, still a huge smile. The cool breeze coming from the windows makes his still wet- face cold. He takes the sleeve of his flannel and shakes it down to his fingers to where he can gets grip on it. He roughly wipes at his face pathetically trying to clean up his lovers mess. He goes at it for a while, till his eyes get all staticky and when he's all done he looks back up at Hannibal who is staring at him with a false look of accusation. His mouth slightly open but he still has a hint of the faded smirk from earlier.
He knows exactly how to get the sorrowful look of his face as he takes control cupping Hannibal's face in his hands. He gives him a warning look in his eyes before he starts to laugh again. Hannibal has a small pout, obviously waiting for Will. He waits no longer and repeats the vivacious act on the other.