[ Bad enough Hank is already hungry for it, when Gavin reaches up and touches the bite, Hank gets to enjoy the feeling in stereo. There's no need to think anymore -- any control that remained vanishes in that moment. Hank splays his fingers over Gavin's chest, feeling that loud, rapid beat that tells him how good and alive and perfect he is. Who'd have thought he'd ever think that about Gavin fucking Reed? ]
Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]
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Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]