Today I Learned About The Spanish Moon Moth, They're So Pretty + Look Like Stained Glass Windows

Will allowed Hannibal to do this; let his hand be guided down and to the undoing of that top button.  He pressed his nail into the skin, feeling the dusting of chest hair there catch as he scratched his way down.  He let himself be guided back to the bowl, hands braced against Hannibal’s shoulders for balance.

“Then I’ll give you me.”  Will said, and felt the warmth of chocolate and Hannibal’s lips against his own.  He licked around and in Hannibal’s mouth, scraping his teeth against lips and tongue.  He brought a hand up to cup Hannibal’s neck and adjust the angle; he wanted to taste as much of this man as possible.  With his free hand, he undid the rest of the shirt buttons and ran his fingers through Hannibal’s chest hair, sometimes scratching down to feel that rhythmic catching of hair against nails.

Pulling away, breathing a bit labored, Will wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.  His fingers lifted the hem of his shirt slightly, just enough to reveal some of his skin.  He paused and his mouth twitched into a smirk:

“What’s the magic word?”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Will studiously watches Hannibal’s hands and mouth, one eyebrow twitching upwards.  With one last dubious look at both the food and his companion, he mimicked the process.  Crack the shell, pull it out, scrape the top, et cetera.  He pauses before pressing his lips to the tip of his morsel and then pushing the food all the way into his mouth, a little slowly.  It is, of course, delicious.

He swallows.  “Alright.”

// if u wanna // [runsonfear]: "I assume this is a food."

“You’re not hesitating are you? I assure you, it’s delicious.”

Shit.  Will turned to take a look at Hannibal now, taking in the posture.  “I’m not done being mad.”  He said, “I don’t know when I will be.”

"I'm sorry."

“Are you, now?”  Maybe another glass in he’d have been more ready; but they were doing this now.  He downed what he had in his glass.

"Who the fuck is Susan?"

“First of all: where in the hell is this coming from?  Second of all: she’s a friend.”

That’s a lie; Hannibal Lecter is a punk bitch

Heard that Hannibal Lecter has an 8pack

That Hannibal Lecter is shredded.

Who told u

Head cannon that Will is a secret Backstreet Boys fan.

He also unironically listens to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up

// haha when u wanna save something as a draft so u hit ‘save draft’and then tUM BLR FUCKING POSTS IT

// @drhanniballecter and I have been constructing Will's phone.

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one time i was having really bad cramps and i told will it was like being stabbed in the stomach by a sharp pointy knife.   he threw his hands in the air and shouted “HM I WONDER WHAT THAT WOULD FEEL LIKE?  BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DIDN’T HAVE MY GUTS RIPPED OPEN BY A SERIAL KILLER OR ANYTHING!” and stormed out of the room.