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[ A crush mixed with heartbreak. You were kind to him Hank, treated him like an equal but still with much to learn. Gavin thought that meant you were going to whisk him away and when he learned you were with Beth a little part of him died.

But now, it's not her. It's him. He's the one with Hank, by his side. It makes him feel smug, superior, better. He moans at the scratches, arching up to lean into his claws more. Fuck, this shouldn't feel so good...! He wants Hank to tear him apart and pull him back together. ]

Yours. Hank, please. I need you.

[ He's convinced he'll shatter to pieces once Hank stops touching him, marking him. The fresh wound on his neck is healed but he brings up one of Hank's hands, pressing it back to his neck. ]

Let me feel you.