[ Fuck, the smell of Gavin's blood shouldn't do it for Hank, but it sure does. Hank can feel every move in their bond and the blood makes him chase the taste—he thrusts again, leaning forward to lick and suck on Gavin's neck. Everything... sound, taste, smell—every sense he has is tuned in on Gavin and the overwhelming arousal between them and it all feels so perfect. Hank couldn't possibly last long like this.
He growls loud, shifting his hips and sucking on Gavin's neck and moaning against him. It's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins like this. What could be better? ]
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He growls loud, shifting his hips and sucking on Gavin's neck and moaning against him. It's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins like this. What could be better? ]
Fuck. Fuck.