[ Hank growls possessively, rocking his hips against Gavin. He wants to feel the press of Gavin's hips, wants to know exactly what he's doing to him with his touch. ]
Yeah, maybe.
[ Maybe yes. Hank nods against Gavin's neck, rubbing his beard against him and teasing his mark. Nothing else will ever scar him as long as Hank's around. And no one else will ever touch him like this. ]
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Yeah, maybe.
[ Maybe yes. Hank nods against Gavin's neck, rubbing his beard against him and teasing his mark. Nothing else will ever scar him as long as Hank's around. And no one else will ever touch him like this. ]