[ It's not gonna be graceful, that's for sure. Gavin's a good kid, don't get him wrong. And he's hot—probably annoyingly so. Saving his life and spending the last couple of days with him has made Hank pretty fond of him. It's nothing like a decade-long crush, but right now none of that matters. Only instinct and desire and the pull of their bond are fueling him now. Hank drags his hand down Gavin's chest, hard enough to scratch. To mark him, even if the wound will ultimately heal. ]
Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]
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Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]