Hannibal has Will pinned to the couch by his wrists, watching his boy arch and writhe and groan, he wants out of his clothes so bad, which Hannibal would only get off of him to allow after he has properly explained every excruciating detail of what he would like Hannibal to do to him—take my clothes off, lick m-my hole, let me suck your cock, put your cock in me so deep, and fill me up with cum. Will worries, when they actually do all of these things, that his moans will wake the children up—or perhaps worse, the parents will return and find Will in this precarious position.