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Will came back from work, tired, and utterly pissed at Jack’s bullshit. He got in, fed the dogs, got changed and got black out drunk on rum and whyskey.
He did black out,but before that he puked his soul out.
At least that’s all he remembered doing the night before.
He had no bloody idea why Hannibal was laying next to him.
He checked his phone, and noticed that he had texted Hannibal the night before… fuck.
¬-heyy smexyyy
-Hello Will,are you alright?
-Yeahg wana cme over ?
-Of course,my dear boy.
HOLY SHIT. The memories came rushing into Will’s head. They fucked up. And ate dinner. And fucked again. It was good at least. Like weirdley fucking good. How much experience did Hannibal even have? … More than Will ,certainly.
Will was spiraling big time, trying to process the situation and thinking about who to ask for help. Beverly,probably.
Poor Will put phone away as he felt Hannibal’s arms wrap around him,maybe the situation was enjoyble.
Hannibal eventually woke up and made breakfast, acting as if they didn't just fuck. What a prick.