In Which Will Looks Like A Feral Twink
“I feel the need to card him.” Zeller stage whispered to Price, who elbowed him in the side though was clearly amused.
“Ok what? Is it because I shaved my beard off? I know I look a bit younger without it but really, It’s not that drastic,” Will told them, getting annoyed at the attention.
“You look like a feral twink.” Beverly said and Zeller lost it, bursting into laughter as he bent over one of the empty examination tables for support. Will threw him a disgruntled look.
- Part 1 of In Which Will Looks Like A Feral Twink
When he could bear the beard no longer, Hannibal hemmed Will in against the bathroom sink after a shower one morning. His hands came down on the counter on each side of Will’s hips, as he pressed up behind him. He kissed a trail down the side of Will’s neck, nipping at him every so often.
The soft hum of contentment it earned him was filed away in Hannibal’s memory palace. In a room set aside for all Will’s audible gifts for later enjoyment.
“Would you allow me to shave you?”