Dr. Hannibal Lecter (poisonlittleboy) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-08-19 23:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | hannibal lecter, will graham |
Who: Hannibal and Will
What: Birthday celebration
When: July 31st
Where: Will's house
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for flirting and ftb
Status: Complete
Hannibal arrives a little earlier than the appointed time, bearing a bottle of wine and a carefully packaged tiramisu. They are going to a nice place, after all, and Hannibal wants to make certain Will is dressed appropriately for their outing. Not that he doesn't trust Will, but his clothing choices tend to be on the more casual side.
It's a lot to ask, given how last minute it is and Will only an hour ago was watching Netflix and shoving chow mein into his mouth. But he thinks he cleans up pretty well when he wants to - he even shaves a bit, taming the wild stubble that will be back before the night's through. At the sound of the doorbell, he snorts, leaving his tie untied around his neck to answer it.
"Hello, Hannibal."
"Hello, Will. A trade?" He smiles and presses the wine and container of dessert into Will's hands so that his own are free to tie Will's tie for him. "Happy birthday. I'm glad one of us remembered."
Will dutifully holds on to the things, standing still for Hannibal. "I didn't forget. Per se." He'd remembered at some point in the day, but traditionally it's just another day. When he was on the police force, they'd sometimes give him slices of cake bought from the nearest supermarket, but that was about it.
"In that case, I'm glad I rescued you from Netflix and bad Chinese food." He presses a kiss to Will's clean shaven cheek and runs his hands over his arms, squeezing his elbows affectionately. "I'll let you put dessert in the refridgerator, and we can be on our way."
"Good to know I pass Hannibal Lecter's standards." He raises his eyebrows, amused, then wanders to the kitchen to put the dessert and wine away. He also gives the dogs fsome treats before grabbing his jacket. "All right. Wine and dine me."
Out of habit and almost without thinking, Hannibal reaches out to straighten Will's jacket so it falls better at his shoulders.
The restaurant he'd chosen was French, and he ordered each item with a carefully practiced accent. He'd held Will's hand across the table for most of the meal, aside from the times they required use of both their hands, his thumb gently stroking over Will's knuckles.
Back at Will's house, Hannibal helps him out of his jacket and takes the opportunity to kiss the back of his neck while he's behind him. "Did you enjoy your evening?"
It's all stupidly romantic, and Will doesn't care. He doesn't think about dreams or bleeding necks or people being sewn up into horses. He just thinks about how much he actually likes holding Hannibal's hand while eating snobby food.
His eyes close for a brief moment at the press of lips to his neck. He shrugs out of his jacket, turning to face Hannibal. "I did. I think I'll like this part better."
"I have a proposal, if you're open to it." There are dogs milling about their feet, and it's beyond distracting. "I will secure the wine and dessert if you settle the dogs down for the evening. And then we shut the door to your bedroom and have some time for just the two of us."
"You never struck me as the type to eat in bed." But Will thinks that sounds good. Very good. He takes the dogs outside, which calms them down enough that they take the hint its time to leave Will alone. When he joins Hannibal in the bedroom, he shuts the door and lingers there.
"Not in a food sense," he comments with a smirk as he hands Will his glass of wine and offers a spoonfull of homemade tiramisu. "But I think, for this one evening, I could allow it."
That gets a snort. Will moves forward, sitting on the bed to take the wine and accept the bite of tiramisu. "S'good," he says, around the mouthful.
"Mm? Good." Hannibal satisfies his own cravings by leaning in to press a warm kiss to Will's neck, touching his hip lightly. "Come to bed with me, and I'll feed you the rest of it. On my fingers, if you'd like."
There's a slight shiver, if only because it's been a long time since Will's had anyone kiss his neck. And also because it's Hannibal. "If you insist." He takes a long drink of wine before giving Hannibal a proper kiss.
"I do. I fully intend to spoil you tonight." Once Will is settled back on the bed, Hannibal strips off his suit jacket and straddles his hips, offering him a finger dipped in tiramisu. "Happy birthday, Will."