[ God, but that feels right. Every sound Gavin makes, every shudder and gasp just fills Hank with satisfaction. Even Gavin's claws digging into his shoulders just make him growl louder, purring low and deep as he marks Gavin as his. His pack. His wolf. The only one.
He's not here for the taste though. Once he's bitten deep and savored the blood that spilled from the mark, Hank pulls back. He's panting, his pupils blown wide and amber eyes bright. Fuck, he's hard. What the fuck. ]
[ When his teeth sink in, he feels it too. That deep connection, that same curse flowing through both their veins. He feels like a part of Hank, teeth settled deep in his neck as his blood pounds around them. Oh fuck. He's so far gone in werewolf crazy town right now. All base instincts, desires.
Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
[ Bad enough Hank is already hungry for it, when Gavin reaches up and touches the bite, Hank gets to enjoy the feeling in stereo. There's no need to think anymore -- any control that remained vanishes in that moment. Hank splays his fingers over Gavin's chest, feeling that loud, rapid beat that tells him how good and alive and perfect he is. Who'd have thought he'd ever think that about Gavin fucking Reed? ]
Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]
[ Who indeed! He wants this though, oh how deeply he wants this. He's dreamed about Hank's big hands on him more than he'd ever want to admit.
He whines back in response and then oh, yes, lips. Gavin tugs him down even farther, reaching his free arm back around Hank's shoulders and burying it in his hair. Finally. He coos, keens, and purrs under the attention.
His ruts his hips up in response, a messy and wanton little movement of his hips. Have your way with him Hank, oh baby. He nips at his bottom lip. ]
[ It's not gonna be graceful, that's for sure. Gavin's a good kid, don't get him wrong. And he's hot—probably annoyingly so. Saving his life and spending the last couple of days with him has made Hank pretty fond of him. It's nothing like a decade-long crush, but right now none of that matters. Only instinct and desire and the pull of their bond are fueling him now. Hank drags his hand down Gavin's chest, hard enough to scratch. To mark him, even if the wound will ultimately heal. ]
Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]
[ A crush mixed with heartbreak. You were kind to him Hank, treated him like an equal but still with much to learn. Gavin thought that meant you were going to whisk him away and when he learned you were with Beth a little part of him died.
But now, it's not her. It's him. He's the one with Hank, by his side. It makes him feel smug, superior, better. He moans at the scratches, arching up to lean into his claws more. Fuck, this shouldn't feel so good...! He wants Hank to tear him apart and pull him back together. ]
Yours. Hank, please. I need you.
[ He's convinced he'll shatter to pieces once Hank stops touching him, marking him. The fresh wound on his neck is healed but he brings up one of Hank's hands, pressing it back to his neck. ]
[ It could never be her as long as Hank was like this. As long as he was cursed—he'd outlive his family one way or another, and after Cole, it just didn't make sense anymore. Beth was never going to know all of him. The wolf he kept inside, caged but never tamed, is just as much a part of him as the rest of him. He can deny it no more.
Maybe that's why his ex-wife had insisted he never turn anyone. Maybe she knew that there would always be a wall between them, keeping them apart.
No such wall exists between Hank and Gavin. When Gavin takes his hand and presses it against the mark, Hank nearly jerks himself on the spot. An intense rush of need hits Hank as he feels everything Gavin is feeling, from the desire to be torn apart to the little spur of superiority he gets from knowing it's him that Hank has chosen.
Well, he's not wrong. Hank chose him. He bit him and marked him and he means to do it all again because he wants and it feels so good to hold his beta down and give in to what he wants. Hank squeezes around the mark on Gavin's neck and keeps rutting down against him. If Gavin thinks he's going to stop touching him any time soon, he's got another thing coming. ]
[ Gavin wonders if it's because she knew he'd get stronger, more assured. And Hank can be goddamn unstoppable when he's like that; it's always been one of the things he admired. One of the things he was disappointed about.
But, enough of that. He's the one under Hank right now, the one he's pouring all of his attention onto. He'd preen if he wanted to, so drunk on the feeling.
He cries at the squeeze, one of pure lust and delight. Gavin matches his movements, tilting his head back even more to give him more access to his neck. Total submission, carotid artery throbbing in his neck.
He wants to taste him. He brings a clawed finger to Hank's lips, pressing, hoping for permission to draw blood. ]
[ Hank squeezes at the pulse point, feeling the thrum of blood and the beat of Gavin's heart under his fingers. He could keep squeezing, choke Gavin till he turned blue—there's power to the knowledge, power that Gavin is clearly enjoying and that just makes it better. Hank squeezes again, just to feel that spike of pleasure again. ]
Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]
[ And Gavin would be totally down for that. Truthfully he's always liked it a little rough and this whole werewolf thing has only made it... worse. He leans into his hand, growling.
He grins at his comment, so beyond the point of being able to speak at all coherently. He shivers when Hank's tongue brushes against his claw, the feel of the warm blood pooling under his finger sends another hot wave of arousal throughout his body.
Gavin tugs his finger away then grabs at Hank to pull him down, kissing him hot and open mouthed, pressing his tongue against the wound. ]
[ There's a time for gentle and time for rough and a full moon is not the time for gentle. Hank squeezes, claws tightening around Gavin's throat. He applies more pressure, bit by bit, putting what little control he has to good use, obviously.
Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]
[ Ah... Gavin wheezes, air escaping his throat in staccato little sounds. Yet the hot flush of arousal spikes for a moment, white hot behind his eyelids, and he ruts up against Hank like a man in a desert desperate for water.
When they kiss, it seems to calm that flash point feeling just enough, the taste of his blood causing his bones to hum. It might be rather significant for two werewolves to share blood on one's first full moon but... well, they don't exactly have a handbook or anything.
Gavin coos when they pull away, his lips tinged red. He stares up at Hank, reverent, and reaches up to cup his face. ]
[ Yeah, whoops, they... probably should have shown a little more restraint in the blood sharing department but look, Hank has been doing this alone for so long. Whether he's realized it or not, he's wanted a mate for years, and wanted a pack for even longer. Hank can only hold back his instincts for so long until they take over for him, and this is definitely a case of that. He can't quite tell they've done something, though he feels so close and connected with Gavin that it should probably be a sign.
But fuck it, Hank can't regret it when Gavin sounds so good and moves so perfectly. He is Hank's now, always, and that's how it should be. Hank eases up on choking him, the affection and warmth he gets from such simple words are enough to make him smile softly, even with his instincts driving him to take and claim without hesitation. ]
Shit, Reed.
[ Hank leans back in to kiss him, dragging his tongue over his lips to wipe them clean. Gavin can totally bite him though, Hank's certainly not against getting even if he's the alpha. ]
[ He purrs, vibrates with happiness for being praised. He wants to wrap his legs around his waist but holds back when he kisses him. Gavin nips at his bottom lip then licks at the pinprick wounds.
Maybe it's the mix of everything, but a spike of confidence gets past his instincts. He presses his thumbs gently into Hank's beard as he pulls away, licking his own lips. His eyes shine. ]
Say my name.
[ His real name. This newfound bond between them isn't fully settled and Gavin's primal brain can sense it. Call him his name, Hank, and claim him. ]
[ Hank growls, but it's an amused sound. Hank's didn't choose Gavin because he liked to roll over and lay down like a dog. I mean, he'll definitely get him to do that, but Hank enjoys seeing that spirit. He leans into Gavin's touch and bares his fangs for him, all the trust and restraint he has is for him now. Their bond will be settled soon, and then everything will be right. ]
Ezra.
[ Gavin Reed—no, Ezra Kamski, is his beta. His mate. Hank leans down again and presses his lips to Ezra's neck, purring low and nibbling gently on his mark. ]
[ Gavin... Ezra grins at that, the toothiest he's been. Very cocky indeed! He's all for you putting him in his place, Hank.
But... oh. When he says his name it's like something finally settles in him, in his shift. A roll goes down his body and his bones audibly crunch and snap as he dips his head back. It's as if he's fully bare now, wide open for Hank to do as he wished.
He wraps his legs around his waist, tugging him closer. What a good first full moon for a beta, becoming your alpha's mate. So romantic. ]
[ So romantic. Hank has no clue what he's doing, but he knows it feels right. He keeps dragging his teeth over Ezra's neck, taking that open invitation to claim him and taste his skin. His mate, his responsibility, his beta—Ezra would always be with him. They would never be alone again. ]
That's right. Mine.
[ Hank licks at the healing claw marks he'd left, scenting him and pressing against him, savoring the taste. Everyone will know Ezra is his, everyone will smell it and see it and they will know. He rolls his hips down against his beta and growls, feeling that wonderful connection between them. ]
[ He purrs at the thought of everyone knowing he's Hanks, smelling like him. He almost wishes all of the bite and claw marks would stay so he could walk around with everyone knowing.
He feels whole again, not quite as lost. Not quite as scared. Not quite as alone. He keens and presses his hips up again. ]
[ Hank will always be there for him now, caring for his pack and his mate; a strong alpha to keep Ezra safe. He could howl from how good it feels to have this, to know he will never be without a partner through all of this. What can he do but give his beta what he wants?
Hank drags his clawed hands up and down Gavin's chest, ripping up his shirt to get at the skin underneath. He leaves it in tatters, making room to hold his chest and scratch his way down to his navel. Honestly why are they still wearing clothes? Even torn as they are, they're confining. Hank quickly begins to strip out of his, tearing whatever is still left and wanting more of that contact between himself and Ezra. The less they have between them, the better. ]
[ He bites his own lip, tilting back as Hank rips at his shirt. Yes, please, tear him and the fabric and everything up. He watches Hank strip, licking his lips. Oh... yes. He wants to see All Of That.
He manages a hoarse, throaty chuckle and he reaches down to rip off his own ratty sweatpants. In a moment he's laid bare, splayed out for him, entirely submissive. His alpha will take care of him, in every sense of it. ]
Please. [ He's teasing, inviting. Opening up their connection. He touches at his mark. ] I need you.
[ Hank keens, the touch to his mark might as well go to his cock for how good it feels. Fuck, he has to get in on that soon or he'll lose his mind more than he already has.
Hank hurries his way back onto Gavin's lap, grabbing both their cocks in his big hands and stroking, rough and sudden. I mean, claws make this a little precarious but Hank could not give a single fuck right now. Blood would actually make it hotter. It just feels so good to please his beta and know how deeply he enjoys it. ]
[ Hank groans, hips jerking up against Gavin as he squeezes them together and jerks them off. He presses against his hand, hoping and giving Gavin permission to scratch and mark him.
Seeing Gavin bite himself just makes Hank want to bite and claim him again. Hank tightens the grip around their clocks, dragging his claws up and down on each pass. The pain only makes it better. ]
[ Gavin does so, sinking his claws into his flesh. Fuck, his instincts are going wild; being given permission to mark your alpha like this is apparently no small thing. His heart wants to burst.
He yowls again at the white hot feeling of pain and arousal shoots through him. Gavin's practically squirming now under his attention, wanting more. ]
Then do it. [ He holds his still bleeding hand out for him to lick clean. ] Take me.
[ Fuck, that feels good. Hank may be an alpha now but that doesn't mean he isn't into getting roughed up. He trusts Gavin with his life, there was never any question of that, and letting him mark and scratch him just goes to show the extent of that trust. It's deeper now: absolute. Hank would give Gavin the world. His beta deserves nothing less, Hank will give him exactly what he wants.
Which is exactly why he takes Gavin's hand in his mouth and licks at the bite, sucking it clean and growling possessively. Hank may not exactly know what he's doing with this whole alpha business, but his instincts tell him that the only marks Gavin should have are his. Hank sinks his fangs into the mark Gavin made for himself, timing the bite with a hard, fast stroke. Fuck, he's not gonna last like this. ]
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He's not here for the taste though. Once he's bitten deep and savored the blood that spilled from the mark, Hank pulls back. He's panting, his pupils blown wide and amber eyes bright. Fuck, he's hard. What the fuck. ]
Fuck, Reed... You sound... I...
[ Fuck!! ]
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Gavin's eyes are glossy and he's almost catatonic with arousal when Hank pulls back. He licks his lips and brings a hand up to press against the already healing wound; takes the wine red fingers to his lips and licks them.
He's hard too, almost painfully so. Gavin reaches up to grab one of Hank's hands, putting it back on his chest. Were he still human, his heartbeat would probably cause significant alarm. ]
Please.
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Fuuck.
[ How can he turn down a request like that? No good alpha would. Hank whines low and chases the blood on Gavin's fingers, leaning forward to kiss him and taste the last vestiges of his blood. He'll give Gavin what he wants -- after all, he wants it too. With that, Hank shifts to straddle Gavin's hips properly, pressing down to grind his his against him. ]
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He whines back in response and then oh, yes, lips. Gavin tugs him down even farther, reaching his free arm back around Hank's shoulders and burying it in his hair. Finally. He coos, keens, and purrs under the attention.
His ruts his hips up in response, a messy and wanton little movement of his hips. Have your way with him Hank, oh baby. He nips at his bottom lip. ]
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Mine.
[ He ruts down against Gavin, grunting and moaning at the friction and panting at each and every one of those sweet, sweet sounds he keeps making. ]
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But now, it's not her. It's him. He's the one with Hank, by his side. It makes him feel smug, superior, better. He moans at the scratches, arching up to lean into his claws more. Fuck, this shouldn't feel so good...! He wants Hank to tear him apart and pull him back together. ]
Yours. Hank, please. I need you.
[ He's convinced he'll shatter to pieces once Hank stops touching him, marking him. The fresh wound on his neck is healed but he brings up one of Hank's hands, pressing it back to his neck. ]
Let me feel you.
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Maybe that's why his ex-wife had insisted he never turn anyone. Maybe she knew that there would always be a wall between them, keeping them apart.
No such wall exists between Hank and Gavin. When Gavin takes his hand and presses it against the mark, Hank nearly jerks himself on the spot. An intense rush of need hits Hank as he feels everything Gavin is feeling, from the desire to be torn apart to the little spur of superiority he gets from knowing it's him that Hank has chosen.
Well, he's not wrong. Hank chose him. He bit him and marked him and he means to do it all again because he wants and it feels so good to hold his beta down and give in to what he wants. Hank squeezes around the mark on Gavin's neck and keeps rutting down against him. If Gavin thinks he's going to stop touching him any time soon, he's got another thing coming. ]
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But, enough of that. He's the one under Hank right now, the one he's pouring all of his attention onto. He'd preen if he wanted to, so drunk on the feeling.
He cries at the squeeze, one of pure lust and delight. Gavin matches his movements, tilting his head back even more to give him more access to his neck. Total submission, carotid artery throbbing in his neck.
He wants to taste him. He brings a clawed finger to Hank's lips, pressing, hoping for permission to draw blood. ]
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Fuck, that's good.
[ Hank purrs above him, rolling his hips and taking Gavin's clawed finger into his mouth. He sucks on it, dragging his tongue against the sharp edge to cut himself. Gavin certainly has permission to draw blood of he wants it. They have no walls or barriers left. ]
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He grins at his comment, so beyond the point of being able to speak at all coherently. He shivers when Hank's tongue brushes against his claw, the feel of the warm blood pooling under his finger sends another hot wave of arousal throughout his body.
Gavin tugs his finger away then grabs at Hank to pull him down, kissing him hot and open mouthed, pressing his tongue against the wound. ]
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Hank growls deep in his chest, pleased at how deep and intimate it feels to have his beta drink his blood. It feels right. He kisses back, sucking on Gavin's tongue and rocking his hips against him, swallowing each sound he makes. ]
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When they kiss, it seems to calm that flash point feeling just enough, the taste of his blood causing his bones to hum. It might be rather significant for two werewolves to share blood on one's first full moon but... well, they don't exactly have a handbook or anything.
Gavin coos when they pull away, his lips tinged red. He stares up at Hank, reverent, and reaches up to cup his face. ]
Beautiful.
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But fuck it, Hank can't regret it when Gavin sounds so good and moves so perfectly. He is Hank's now, always, and that's how it should be. Hank eases up on choking him, the affection and warmth he gets from such simple words are enough to make him smile softly, even with his instincts driving him to take and claim without hesitation. ]
Shit, Reed.
[ Hank leans back in to kiss him, dragging his tongue over his lips to wipe them clean. Gavin can totally bite him though, Hank's certainly not against getting even if he's the alpha. ]
You're so good.
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Maybe it's the mix of everything, but a spike of confidence gets past his instincts. He presses his thumbs gently into Hank's beard as he pulls away, licking his own lips. His eyes shine. ]
Say my name.
[ His real name. This newfound bond between them isn't fully settled and Gavin's primal brain can sense it. Call him his name, Hank, and claim him. ]
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[ Hank growls, but it's an amused sound. Hank's didn't choose Gavin because he liked to roll over and lay down like a dog. I mean, he'll definitely get him to do that, but Hank enjoys seeing that spirit. He leans into Gavin's touch and bares his fangs for him, all the trust and restraint he has is for him now. Their bond will be settled soon, and then everything will be right. ]
Ezra.
[ Gavin Reed—no, Ezra Kamski, is his beta. His mate. Hank leans down again and presses his lips to Ezra's neck, purring low and nibbling gently on his mark. ]
You're mine, Ezra Kamski.
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But... oh. When he says his name it's like something finally settles in him, in his shift. A roll goes down his body and his bones audibly crunch and snap as he dips his head back. It's as if he's fully bare now, wide open for Hank to do as he wished.
He wraps his legs around his waist, tugging him closer. What a good first full moon for a beta, becoming your alpha's mate. So romantic. ]
I'm yours, Hank. Always yours. Forever.
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That's right. Mine.
[ Hank licks at the healing claw marks he'd left, scenting him and pressing against him, savoring the taste. Everyone will know Ezra is his, everyone will smell it and see it and they will know. He rolls his hips down against his beta and growls, feeling that wonderful connection between them. ]
Always mine.
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He feels whole again, not quite as lost. Not quite as scared. Not quite as alone. He keens and presses his hips up again. ]
Touch me.
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Hank drags his clawed hands up and down Gavin's chest, ripping up his shirt to get at the skin underneath. He leaves it in tatters, making room to hold his chest and scratch his way down to his navel. Honestly why are they still wearing clothes? Even torn as they are, they're confining. Hank quickly begins to strip out of his, tearing whatever is still left and wanting more of that contact between himself and Ezra. The less they have between them, the better. ]
Take these off.
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He manages a hoarse, throaty chuckle and he reaches down to rip off his own ratty sweatpants. In a moment he's laid bare, splayed out for him, entirely submissive. His alpha will take care of him, in every sense of it. ]
Please. [ He's teasing, inviting. Opening up their connection. He touches at his mark. ] I need you.
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Hank hurries his way back onto Gavin's lap, grabbing both their cocks in his big hands and stroking, rough and sudden. I mean, claws make this a little precarious but Hank could not give a single fuck right now. Blood would actually make it hotter. It just feels so good to please his beta and know how deeply he enjoys it. ]
Like that?
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He ruts into Hank's hand, reaching his other hand up to put on his chest and against the tattoo there. ]
Yes. Fuck! [ He growls. ] Harder.
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Seeing Gavin bite himself just makes Hank want to bite and claim him again. Hank tightens the grip around their clocks, dragging his claws up and down on each pass. The pain only makes it better. ]
Fuck, I wanna taste you.
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He yowls again at the white hot feeling of pain and arousal shoots through him. Gavin's practically squirming now under his attention, wanting more. ]
Then do it. [ He holds his still bleeding hand out for him to lick clean. ] Take me.
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[ Fuck, that feels good. Hank may be an alpha now but that doesn't mean he isn't into getting roughed up. He trusts Gavin with his life, there was never any question of that, and letting him mark and scratch him just goes to show the extent of that trust. It's deeper now: absolute. Hank would give Gavin the world. His beta deserves nothing less, Hank will give him exactly what he wants.
Which is exactly why he takes Gavin's hand in his mouth and licks at the bite, sucking it clean and growling possessively. Hank may not exactly know what he's doing with this whole alpha business, but his instincts tell him that the only marks Gavin should have are his. Hank sinks his fangs into the mark Gavin made for himself, timing the bite with a hard, fast stroke. Fuck, he's not gonna last like this. ]
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