[ He's still trembling in excitement, another smile pulling at his lips as Hank finally gets the picture. Gavin's dizzy himself, glad to be horizontal on the bed. There's no way he could sit up right then, so drunk on this arousal. On Hank, his mate. Fuck.
When his head is against his rim he groans and growls, tilting his head back to expose his neck. He reaches up to touch his mark, so Hank can know exactly how this is making him feel. ]
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When his head is against his rim he groans and growls, tilting his head back to expose his neck. He reaches up to touch his mark, so Hank can know exactly how this is making him feel. ]
Yes. Please, Hank. Please.