anonymous asked:
Hannigram. Anything with a collar? (Doesn't have to be explicit.)
Will undoes the top buttons of his shirt as he walks through the front door, slipping a finger beneath the thin metal collar around his neck. It was a gentle reminder, a comfort after long hours of negotiations and frank talk. His finger traces along a small inscription.
Hannibal comes to greet him, wiping hands on the apron tied around his waist. Will drops his gaze only to have his chin lifted and he's meeting his partner's stare. Lips are pressed together and it's an exchange of warmth and cold. Will feels some of the warmth return to his lips after so long outdoors.
"You're cold," Hannibal says. A hand goes up and he traces a finger over the collar. "And tired. Go up stairs and shower. You can tell me about your latest case over dinner."
"I can still help."
"Go," Hannibal says firmly. A quick kiss and he's guiding Will toward the stairs. The ring on his little finger catches the light with a matching inscription inside: usque ad mortem.
