He’s not sure how he somehow managed to get drunker since falling into bed with Hannibal, but it’s definitely happened. Or maybe now that he’s gotten an orgasm out of the way and expelled all that pent-up sexual tension, how fucked up he really is has become more noticeable. Either way, it’s all he can do but lay there with his head on Hannibal’s chest, trying to decide if he should stumble into the bathroom and try vomiting.
Will huffs, shifting to press his face into the space where Hannibal’s neck and shoulder meet. He didn’t mean to get this wasted. He may even have the decency to be embarrassed, but credit where credit’s due. Will’s never had any reason to feel judged by Hannibal.
“The room’s spinning.”
@casuisity










