[ The scar tracing just makes his flush grow and he bites his lip happily, watching him. Hank could trace every curve of his body and he'd be more okay to just sit here and let him, aching in anticipation.
But oh— He all but squeaks when he pinches, biting down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He curls his spine, squirming again. Gavin's hands tangle even more in Hank's hair as he starts to pant, a drop of blood rolling down his chin. ]
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But oh— He all but squeaks when he pinches, biting down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He curls his spine, squirming again. Gavin's hands tangle even more in Hank's hair as he starts to pant, a drop of blood rolling down his chin. ]
Haa~ank, please.