[ There's a time for gentle and time for rough and a full moon is not the time for gentle. Hank squeezes, claws tightening around Gavin's throat. He applies more pressure, bit by bit, putting what little control he has to good use, obviously.
Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]
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Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]