[ When his teeth sink in, he feels it too. That deep connection, that same curse flowing through both their veins. He feels like a part of Hank, teeth settled deep in his neck as his blood pounds around them. Oh fuck. He's so far gone in werewolf crazy town right now. All base instincts, desires.
Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
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Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
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