#26321 - Will rests his head back against the plush, leather seat, closes his eyes, and repeats the word in his mind, a steady mantra to calm his anxious nerves at being alone in Hannibal Lecter’s house; in Hannibal Lecter’s bedroom. Hannibal arches toward Will’s body, bringing his hands up under Will’s rear, raising his hips to his mouth. He is intoxicated by it; eyes sliding shut, the tip of his tongue darting out to sweep his lips in anticipation.
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