Will and Hannibal never ask each other for boundaries, for limits — they just go with their gut; which perhaps isn't the brightest idea with their shared history.

Will takes anything Hannibal gives him gladly, and Hannibal gives whatever Will wants him to give him; it's a good system, all in all, but it doesn't deny the fact that, when they're having sex and Hannibal pulls out a blade, his eyes glinting, he can't help but think for a second that this is where he kills him.

"I just wanted to cut you," Hannibal says at a panicked, hyperventilating Will, "like, sexily."

This is so dumb I'm so sorry