[ Werewolf stuff has never felt like this, Hank can't believe he could have had it this good all this time. Though maybe it wouldn't have been—maybe it had to be like this. It had to be Gavin, no—Ezra to really give him the best he's ever had. Ezra looks and sounds and smells so good, every instinct in Hank says take—he wants everything of his. Every shudder and growl, every breath. ]
Wanna see you.
[ Hank squeezes tight, speaking into Ezra's hand but looking directly into his dark, amber eyes. He's got permission now. He can come. ]
no subject
Wanna see you.
[ Hank squeezes tight, speaking into Ezra's hand but looking directly into his dark, amber eyes. He's got permission now. He can come. ]
Let go. I'm right here.