Will going over to Hannibal’s house drunk with a bone to pick. As soon as Hannibal opens the door though Will loses all sense of what he was going to say because Hannibal had been getting ready for bed. He’s clad in just his sleeping pants, and when Will sees

Hannibal’s bare chest for the first time it makes him fucking feral. He throws the door open wider and steps in, slamming it behind him and grabbing Hannibal’s waist to turn him and push him up against the door.

There’s somewhere deep in his logical mind that says stop but Hannibal’s body is warm where his isn’t and the mouth he’d crashed his own into tastes like mint and faint wine. He can’t get enough, and to make it better (or more devastating

when he could really think about it) was Hannibal giving it right back to him just as frantically, just as hungrily.