[ Gavin's own release takes Hank over the edge, the tight pull of his body and the flash of his orgasm through their connection bringing any last bit of control down with an actual howl. His hips shake and he bites down harder, lips covered in blood and every inch of his skin feels electric and good and he has Gavin, Ezra, Mate-- He has all he needs and he is happy. ]
Mate.
[ He mutters, low in his throat as he still sucks on the wound. He is so happy. They both are, Hank can feel it. He might be feeling Gavin's thoughts too, or maybe they're his. He just loves this man. Nothing else matters. ]
no subject
Mate.
[ He mutters, low in his throat as he still sucks on the wound. He is so happy. They both are, Hank can feel it. He might be feeling Gavin's thoughts too, or maybe they're his. He just loves this man. Nothing else matters. ]