[ Hank squeezes at the pulse point, feeling the thrum of blood and the beat of Gavin's heart under his fingers. He could keep squeezing, choke Gavin till he turned blue—there's power to the knowledge, power that Gavin is clearly enjoying and that just makes it better. Hank squeezes again, just to feel that spike of pleasure again. ]
Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]
no subject
Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]