[ When Hank thrusts into him, he gasps so hard all the wind is knocked out of his lungs. His head dips back and he presses his nails into his own neck, his eyes flashing amber for a second.
And again. He chokes on his own moans, his fingers drawing little pinpricks of blood on his neck. ]
Ha~ank.
[ It's hoarse, raspy, and absolutely filthy. He matches his pace with his hips, relishing the feeling of him filling him up and hitting right there. ]
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And again. He chokes on his own moans, his fingers drawing little pinpricks of blood on his neck. ]
Ha~ank.
[ It's hoarse, raspy, and absolutely filthy. He matches his pace with his hips, relishing the feeling of him filling him up and hitting right there. ]