[ Hank keens as the pleasure slams through him -- he thought he could feel Gavin before, but the second Gavin touches that mark it turns the intensity up by a mile. Hank grips Gavin and grunts, breathy and harsh as he works him down against his cock and lifts him gently, then lowers him back down, looking to his his prostate just right. It's all so much, the heat and warmth and perfection of having Gavin around him like this is enough to make him a little dizzy. ]
Gav-- [ Hank's eyes flash gold as he bites his lip. No, that's not right, is it? ] Ezra. Holy fuck.
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Gav-- [ Hank's eyes flash gold as he bites his lip. No, that's not right, is it? ] Ezra. Holy fuck.