It's rude to stare.

 

"𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙?"

 

"𝑀𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽! 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓅𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒"

 

Hannibal smirked and leaned in to place a soft, tender kiss on Will's lips. "𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱... 𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞 𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔶," he said.

 

Will began to unbutton his shirt as he kissed his husband back. "𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒸𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹? 𝒪𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽" he muttered exposing his chest to the air before starting to undress Hannibal.

 

"𝔖𝔥, 𝔰𝔥," Hannibal soothed him, kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck. "𝔜𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱, 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔳𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔱 𝔞 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢."

 

Hands drifted somewhat carelessly to places upon the other male as Will delighted in the simple yet invigorating touches of Hannibal's lips. Fingers wrapping around the mound of the Dr's ass pulling him as close as their bodies would allow, if truth be told in this moment Will wanted nothing more than to crawl inside and set fire to the others soul, make him writhe in pure ecstasy, for the man before him, covering his skin in silken kisses was the man he'd happily devour for all eternity.