[ The primal part of him knows Gavin is always Ezra, knows that deep down, in his truest form, he's still his. The scent of his blood and the glow of his eyes make Hank lick his lips, lightheaded and overwhelmed and god it feels so fucking good. ]
Mine.
[ Hank gasps at the clench with an animalistic whine. Nothing could feel better than this, nothing could ever feel or taste or smell more perfect than his mate. Hank lifts him again, slamming him back down on his dick. Christ, they are never leaving the house at this rate and Hank could not even begin to care. ]
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Mine.
[ Hank gasps at the clench with an animalistic whine. Nothing could feel better than this, nothing could ever feel or taste or smell more perfect than his mate. Hank lifts him again, slamming him back down on his dick. Christ, they are never leaving the house at this rate and Hank could not even begin to care. ]