[ Hank's gotta be dreaming. The ass, the food, the shirt, the grin... shit. He's so screwed. He loves him so much. ]
Fuck, you look good.
[ Hank steps up behind Gavin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He purrs deep in his chest, smiling down at the food and, let's be real, pressing up close against that cute ass of his. ]
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Fuck, you look good.
[ Hank steps up behind Gavin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He purrs deep in his chest, smiling down at the food and, let's be real, pressing up close against that cute ass of his. ]
You're a dream.