I'm sorry for the tiny chapter but I swear I have pancakes and something special for the next!

The sound of air conditioner and ventilators can be deafening at first when you turn them on. The same happens to Will. At first his moaning and pleading had been thunderous even to his own ears, but after a few moments, pleasure, again, took over the shame from making the naughty noises. Now the silence was too much. He was annoyed by being so susceptible to pleasure but it was so good, it had been bliss. Although he would normally go for loving sex, rough didn't hurt either.

I'm lying. It did hurt, he was sore, there was this burning sensation that served as evidence to what had happened. They were lay down on bed, Hannibal on his back and Will on his stomach, even after being connected physically, there was still a great distance between them. Will wanted to look in his eyes, he wanted something more. How to say it in a manner that wasn't cheesy? He wanted petting, I mean, caress. Was there a way of saying that with diplomatic words?

''Can we do... post-coital exchange of affection?'' He asked unsure looking to the wall.

''How about a shower first?''

Well, that wasn't a straight no. Although it seemed a little late in the night, he agreed. When he looked at Hannibal, he seemed to be repressing a smile.

The bathroom was huge and a tub was located at the corner of it. He hadn't expected that, the tub wasn't huge but two people could comfortably lay inside it. Hannibal sat first and Will settled with his back to the doctor's chest, he was satisfied with this unintended cuddle and it felt good the way that Hannibal's soft chest hair accidentally touched his back.

''This is strange, I feel like I'm here, alive, not fading'' he confessed.

''That's a good improvement to your therapy''

''Sex therapy is the best method!''

''Now, don't get too bold and naughty so soon. Wash off that sticky sweat''

''Part of it is yours, doctor'' he said grinning ''Where is the soap anyway?''

There was a little space with some fancy looking products where the tub ended but not one of them were written in english. Hannibal helpfully pointed out that the soap was right behind Will, but for his hands were slippery, it escaped him and dived into the tub. There was a slight layer of bubbles on the water so Will couldn't see where it fell. With his wandering hands he encountered something hard as the bar of soap, but it wasn't quite a bar of soap.

''Oh, already?''

''What do you expect with a naked man rubbing on me?'' Hannibal said in a comical way ''What did you mean with ''already''? Are you implying that I'm old?''

''Not even in my dreams'' Will thought he had a lot of energy actually ''How old are you anyhow?''

''How old do you think I am?''

''Ninety three?''

''I am forty five'' Hannibal splashed water on him.

Will had never seen the doctor in such playful mood. Although a part of him was suspicious, he ignored it and felt happy about it. Especially since he was the only possible reason, right?

Hannibal was feeling good. The reason was Will Graham. Don't make assumptions so hastily, he always felt good when he got hold of a prey. Of course he loved the thrill of the hunt, but accomplishing felt much better. That doesn't mean he's done with Will, he's just began. When they were in the tub, Will had started to splash water over him (ok he admit it, Hannibal started) but he can only stand so much playing, soon he was positioning Will on his lap and his cock at the entrance of Will's ass. They splashed water together with all the action happening inside the tub. H
e was surprised about how fast Will had taken a taste to bottom, he had rolled his hips slowly and looked directly to Hannibal's eyes. A miracle, really, since he often avoided eye contact.
That didn't mean everything was alright, if the prey got too loving and dreamy, he couldn't fuck as he liked. He would let it pass this night, and since Will seemed to like cuddling, he only hoped the other didn't try to suffocate him with his arms if he had nightmares. As he prepared to get to bed, he noticed Will standing awkwardly on the doorframe. Tired of asking ''What is it'' so much, he shot a look at him that expressed those words.

''Am I sleeping here?'' The doorframe didn't look comfortable to Hannibal, but he answered seriously.

''Do you want to?''

''Do you want me to?''

''It would make no sense for you to go home now, it's late''

''In that case... which side can I sleep?''

''You can choose, I normally sleep on the middle''

''Me too'' Oh Will, that was a poor excuse for cuddling!

Hannibal just lay down and opened his arms in a manner that he thought inviting and motioned him to come there. Will fitted in with his body, contented.

''Sov godt'' Hannibal said just to give the night a good finishing. Things would be different tomorrow.

''What does that mean?''

''Good night'' he switched off the light.

I swear I didn't intend the last phrase to rhyme : P

For those of you who don't speak danish (I don't), sov godt, from what I understood, is a caring manner to say good night, more like sleep well. You probably thought it meant ''I love you'', didn't ya? It's too soon for that!

P.S.: I know he's lithuanian but he does speak a lot of languages...