Will barely knew Hannibal's house, so when he took his hand to guide him to an unknown room he wasn't sure what to expect. When they reached destiny, instead of feeling relief, he felt slightly guilty. Since the little altercation of last night he could only think of Hannibal making a move that would take them to a completely different scenario and whether he wanted it or not, Will wasn't sure yet.

Hannibal strode to the kitchen. Once he indicated Will where to sit he turned and started opening up the cabinets and fridge to take out what he would need. We just woke up, of course he is going to make breakfast. The fact that he just kept thinking that something else was going to happen lead him to the idea that it was probably him who was actually hoping for it, despise his initial thoughts.

A hum escaped Hannibal's throat as he started his work. Will asked if he could help him with that, but Hannibal said that there was no need. While he was waiting, he rested his head on his hands, following the other's actions with his blue eyes. He seemed to know very well what he was doing. Even if it wasn't the first time he had cooked for him, Will had never been able to witness the process and it was strangely mesmerizing.

When the smell of breakfast was starting to be perceived in the air, a smile outlined Will's lips

- "It smells great… Who taught you how to cook?"

- "I was around thirteen when someone show me actual techniques, I had cooked before that but only basics to survive, you could say."

- "I thought you were a natural."

- "That doesn't mean I'm not." Hannibal smirked. "You know, I've always preferred being self-taught actually, perhaps it has to do with being homeschooled, but to have a teacher with whom to talk and discuss ideas and methods is also good."

Will actually knew little about Hannibal's background and when he started to reveal those small details in that topic Will expected him to carry on with it, he wanted to know more about him, to learn how he had gotten to be the person that was standing right infront of him at that moment. However, instead of that Hannibal started a soliloquy about the various cooking techniques around the world and Will didn't want to interrupt since he had actually asked about how he had learn how to cook and not specifically about his past. That topic was interesting to learn but it wasn't what he wanted to hear at that moment, it was disappointing and it probably showed up on his face because when Hannibal turned to see him he stopped.

Breakfast was spent mostly in silence. Only trivial issues were discussed but they ended quickly. The most awkward silence was when Hannibal asked Will if he had changed his mind about staying with him for the day.

- "Is not that..." He finally said after some seconds of quietness that felt like hours. "I guess I may look a little downhearted because I didn't sleep well."

- "Is that all? Was there something wrong with the bed?"

Will shook his head. There's something wrong with me, most likely. And Hannibal could clearly see there was a problematic idea prowling through his mind. They had spent much more time together and apparently both wanted to keep going... However, at that moment Will felt he was far away from Hannibal, far away from that room.

- "I want to be... I want to feel closer to you."

Hannibal blinked and finished his breakfast trying to minimize any hint of thrill that could appear on his face. His impulses couldn't be show again. Getting close to Will wasn't very different from trying to approach a wild animal. He needed to be gentle and patient otherwise he'd get scared and would run away from him. It was better to let Will come closer at his own pace. There was the desire of spending the day peacefully and the urge to draw him near at the risk of ruining the calm between them.

- "In which way?" He made a pause. "Spiritually, physically, romantically?"

It didn't take long for him to reply.

- "In every way." There was no reason to keep denying anything. They weren't kids, he could manage it.

This time Hannibal was sure that his emotion was manifested in the gleam of his brown eyes.

- "I feel exactly the same."

Even full of doubts, Will went to sit besides Hannibal on his bed.

- "At times I think we may be crazy for getting into this."

- "If I want this it's only your fault." Hannibal stated, half-jokingly.

Will's heart beat increased when Hannibal kissed him, promptly capturing his lips fully. But when when he'd gotten a good feel of the kiss, Hannibal pulled away and smirked at Will in a cunning way, it almost looked like he wanted to eat him alive right there. His already flushed cheeks burned so fiercely, his face felt like it was on fire.

- "I thought at this point you'd be able to maintain eye contact with me for a little longer."

- "Not if you look at me like that."

He rested his head on Hannibal's shoulder with his lips pursed, his emotiones were conflicted.

He then felt a hand on his leg, reassuringly starting to stroke him.

- "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Will." Hannibal said softly, his hand moved to take Will's in an attempt to bring some comfort to him.

- "I do... I just..." He could only stutter, completely flustered his ideas didn't come together. The new sensations Hannibal brought him clouded his mind and he felt lost and hopeless.

- "Do you feel restricted?" He licked his lips after the question.

Will nodded slightly.

- "Something like that..." He trailed off. There was something inside him that wasn't letting him carry on with what they had started. He wanted him. His chest felt tight and he couldn't understand what was stopping him.

- "I think I can help you with that."

- "How?"

He grabbed him by the wrists, putting his hands over his head. Will bit his lower lip and his eyebrows raised in surprise.

- "Like this. But, of course, this isn't for everyone."

- "It's kind of a rough start, don't you think?"

- "It doesn't have to be that way, I can be gentle."

He had to avert his gaze.

- "How is this supposed to make me feel less restricted?" Will asked, smirking awkwardly. Feeling inwardly tied was enough, he didn't think that being actually tied up would help.

- "You are free now, in a way." His partner looked at him incredulously, but his answer didn't end there. "This feels too weird to you, the new sensations are confusing you and therefore you're not allowing yourself to enjoy it. Now you can, you don't have to do anything. By tying you up I'm setting you free." There it was again, the bundle of contradictions. This time Will could perfectly understand where he was going with his words. "There's nothing you can do, there are no choices to make, don't torture yourself thinking and take pleasure on your restraint. Lean and I'll take care of you."

Trying to control his breathing, Will did what he'd been told and he lay on the mattress while Hannibal took his tie from his bedside table.

- "I just have one question before we start." He made a pause, Will glanced at him with curiosity. "Do you trust me?"

Such a simple question and yet it took Will with his guard down, freezing him instantly. Yes. Too abashed to talk he gave a small nod, his partner smiled and leaned in to pressed a small kiss to Will's forehead.

Before tying his hands over his head, Hannibal helped Will to take off his shirt gently. The knot around his wrists didn't allow him to move but it didn't feel too tight, the fabric was soft and silky.