[ He mewls as Hank fills him, slumping into him and letting him bite and lick at his wounds. Oh he's such a mess and he loves it... he wants Hank to claim every part of him, make a mess of him all over. He has enough sense to know some of his thoughts aren't his own, their connection growing and growing with everything mingling of their blood. Of teeth and claws, of everything else. He loves him so much. ]
Yours... Hank. Ha~ank. [ He just sort of whimpers, utterly spent. He's covered in sweat, blood and... yeah. But he doesn't care, just wants to sit there still and be held. ]
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Yours... Hank. Ha~ank. [ He just sort of whimpers, utterly spent. He's covered in sweat, blood and... yeah. But he doesn't care, just wants to sit there still and be held. ]