[ All Gavin knows is that this feelings amazing, and that he's had a torch for Hank for as long as he could remember. Being putty in his hands like this is the best possible outcome.
Gavin sucks in a breath, moving his hand to cup Hank's face. His claws press into his cheek as he gets permission, one final flash of pure heat rolling down his body. This newfound wolf voice inside him is giddy, hyper, so proud of this attention its received. Mate, mate, mate, mate is what his mind seems to chant.
He cries out and tilts his head back again, neck exposed, and spills into Hank's hand. He shakes and twitches, panting and mewling as he finishes. ]
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Gavin sucks in a breath, moving his hand to cup Hank's face. His claws press into his cheek as he gets permission, one final flash of pure heat rolling down his body. This newfound wolf voice inside him is giddy, hyper, so proud of this attention its received. Mate, mate, mate, mate is what his mind seems to chant.
He cries out and tilts his head back again, neck exposed, and spills into Hank's hand. He shakes and twitches, panting and mewling as he finishes. ]
Hank...!