[ Hank will always be there for him now, caring for his pack and his mate; a strong alpha to keep Ezra safe. He could howl from how good it feels to have this, to know he will never be without a partner through all of this. What can he do but give his beta what he wants?
Hank drags his clawed hands up and down Gavin's chest, ripping up his shirt to get at the skin underneath. He leaves it in tatters, making room to hold his chest and scratch his way down to his navel. Honestly why are they still wearing clothes? Even torn as they are, they're confining. Hank quickly begins to strip out of his, tearing whatever is still left and wanting more of that contact between himself and Ezra. The less they have between them, the better. ]
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Hank drags his clawed hands up and down Gavin's chest, ripping up his shirt to get at the skin underneath. He leaves it in tatters, making room to hold his chest and scratch his way down to his navel. Honestly why are they still wearing clothes? Even torn as they are, they're confining. Hank quickly begins to strip out of his, tearing whatever is still left and wanting more of that contact between himself and Ezra. The less they have between them, the better. ]
Take these off.