Hannibal walks into his once immaculate kitchen. Will Graham's ass is planted firmly on the counter in the middle of the room, his (thankfully) shoeless feet resting on a cabinet door. Hannibal walks over to him, stands in-between his spread legs and raises an eyebrow.
"What?" Will speaks around a mouthful of a dreadful sugary mess he calls 'cereal' and that Hannibal calls 'atrocious' and 'disgusting'.
Hannibal, with his brow still raised, asks Will a silent question.
The brunette swallows and gives what Hannibal would have no problem admitting was a delectable little grin. Hannibal backs up and Will hopes off of the counter, careful not to spill more milk onto the tile floor.
Lecter grins his slick grin and leans in to kiss Will, mumbling "That's my boy."