Their breathing became more frantic as they walked down the corridor to their room, every step bringing them closer to the promise of intimacy ahead after their passion had spilled inside the elevator.
Hannibal reached the door first, his usually steady surgeon hands getting clammy and clumsy trying to run the card over the reader. He looked one last time for any witnesses in their corridor before pushing the door open and shutting it closed as soon Will was inside with him.
“Will… I…” Hannibal tried to explain his behavior, opening and closing his mouth a couple of time like a landed bass in the hands of the best fisherman he could find.
“Are you out of words? Is Hannibal Lecter out of words?” Will chuckled, moving with the sunset breeze, his hands carelessly digging through his curls, combing them back while walking closer to Hannibal.
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