[ Mmmm, Gavin sure does feel right sitting in Hank's lap. Hank hums happily. He wants to surround himself with Gavin until he's all he has. Only his scent and his touch and his warmth. Hank presses in closer and mouths at Gavin's neck, dragging his teeth over the mark, ever-so softly. ]
Maybe... [ Hank growls. Fuck, Gavin loves him. How could he not? ] Maybe.
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Maybe... [ Hank growls. Fuck, Gavin loves him. How could he not? ] Maybe.