[ 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. ]
[ Gavin won't either. He's throbbing but is holding himself back, as if he's waiting for permission. He's glistening with sweat, squirming, cooing. An absolute mess and he doesn't even care.
He's been laying down the whole time, an act of submission in itself, but he feels emboldened. He shifts and sits up just a little, enough to get closer to Hank's face. He closes his eyes and swallows thickly, a rib rattling moan erupting low in his throat as he feels those teeth sink into his flesh.
He takes his other hand and brushes it against Hank's, the one around their dicks. With all of this growling, his voice is suddenly almost unnaturally soft. ]
[ Werewolf stuff has never felt like this, Hank can't believe he could have had it this good all this time. Though maybe it wouldn't have been—maybe it had to be like this. It had to be Gavin, no—Ezra to really give him the best he's ever had. Ezra looks and sounds and smells so good, every instinct in Hank says take—he wants everything of his. Every shudder and growl, every breath. ]
Wanna see you.
[ Hank squeezes tight, speaking into Ezra's hand but looking directly into his dark, amber eyes. He's got permission now. He can come. ]
[ All Gavin knows is that this feelings amazing, and that he's had a torch for Hank for as long as he could remember. Being putty in his hands like this is the best possible outcome.
Gavin sucks in a breath, moving his hand to cup Hank's face. His claws press into his cheek as he gets permission, one final flash of pure heat rolling down his body. This newfound wolf voice inside him is giddy, hyper, so proud of this attention its received. Mate, mate, mate, mate is what his mind seems to chant.
He cries out and tilts his head back again, neck exposed, and spills into Hank's hand. He shakes and twitches, panting and mewling as he finishes. ]
[ Hank takes the chance to bite down on Ezra's neck, claiming him as he comes into his hands. That connection alone is enough to get him to lose it, the pleasure and pain and instinct overwhelming him, fueling the power that courses through him as comes, loud and with a howl that should let just about everyone know who's the alpha here.
Still, Ezra is so good. His mate is so good. He tastes perfect and he feels perfect and he is Hank's. Once the aftershocks of his orgasm have passed, Hank releases his neck and licks the wounds gently, releasing them both and dragging a clawed hand over the mess on Ezra's stomach. ]
[ Ezra cries out, riding out his orgasm almost until it hurts. Oh fuck. If he wasn't riding the high of the full moon he'd think that was the hardest he's ever come in his life. Fuck. Sex with his alpha, his alpha picked him as a mate. How could he ever do or have anything else? He's panting, completely spent, and he almost drips back down to the floor.
Now that his arousal has passed, he's seemingly calmer and satiated. The glossy look in his eyes is still there, from the full moon, but he's not constantly demanding attention like before. Ezra shivers at the warm hand touching the mess, sighing hotly.
His inner wolf's fury has been satiated for the evening, at least. Goosebumps pull at his skin as Hank licks his wounds. He whimpers. ]
I'm yours.
[ It's the only coherent thought he can give, so elated by it. So complete. His veins are singing with the addition of Hank's blood to his own. ]
[ With the sex out of their systems, Hank feels the control slip back into his mind. It's so much clearer than he's used to, even with the wolf whispering in his head to go again or go out and show the world his mate so they can take on the world. That's sure as hell never going to happen, but he does feel that need to stay close to Gavin and hold him, only it's fiercer now. Bone deep. ]
Yeah. You are.
[ He keeps licking the wound till it seals up, then he rolls over and pulls Ezra up to his chest, that same low purr rumbling deep in his ribs. He starts to run his hand through his hair, slow and possessive, the same hand that had just wiped the mess clean from his stomach. For a full moon, this is really good. Way better than they'd ever been before. Hank could get used to this. ]
[ Gavin doesn't mind the mess, happily tugged close to Hank's chest. He tries to burrow into the purr, press his cheek to Hank's chest and feel his ribs vibrate and the strong thud of his heart. All of this, combined with the gentle hand in his hair, gets him doing the cute growl-purr from earlier all over again.
He's clearly very, very satiated. Gavin snuffles close and tangles their legs together. Warm, protected, safe. If all full moons were like this he could get used to it.
Even though his blood is singing, he could also just fall asleep right then and there. Gavin nuzzles closer then... yawns cutely. ]
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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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He's been laying down the whole time, an act of submission in itself, but he feels emboldened. He shifts and sits up just a little, enough to get closer to Hank's face. He closes his eyes and swallows thickly, a rib rattling moan erupting low in his throat as he feels those teeth sink into his flesh.
He takes his other hand and brushes it against Hank's, the one around their dicks. With all of this growling, his voice is suddenly almost unnaturally soft. ]
Please.
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Wanna see you.
[ Hank squeezes tight, speaking into Ezra's hand but looking directly into his dark, amber eyes. He's got permission now. He can come. ]
Let go. I'm right here.
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Gavin sucks in a breath, moving his hand to cup Hank's face. His claws press into his cheek as he gets permission, one final flash of pure heat rolling down his body. This newfound wolf voice inside him is giddy, hyper, so proud of this attention its received. Mate, mate, mate, mate is what his mind seems to chant.
He cries out and tilts his head back again, neck exposed, and spills into Hank's hand. He shakes and twitches, panting and mewling as he finishes. ]
Hank...!
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Still, Ezra is so good. His mate is so good. He tastes perfect and he feels perfect and he is Hank's. Once the aftershocks of his orgasm have passed, Hank releases his neck and licks the wounds gently, releasing them both and dragging a clawed hand over the mess on Ezra's stomach. ]
You're incredible.
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Now that his arousal has passed, he's seemingly calmer and satiated. The glossy look in his eyes is still there, from the full moon, but he's not constantly demanding attention like before. Ezra shivers at the warm hand touching the mess, sighing hotly.
His inner wolf's fury has been satiated for the evening, at least. Goosebumps pull at his skin as Hank licks his wounds. He whimpers. ]
I'm yours.
[ It's the only coherent thought he can give, so elated by it. So complete. His veins are singing with the addition of Hank's blood to his own. ]
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Yeah. You are.
[ He keeps licking the wound till it seals up, then he rolls over and pulls Ezra up to his chest, that same low purr rumbling deep in his ribs. He starts to run his hand through his hair, slow and possessive, the same hand that had just wiped the mess clean from his stomach. For a full moon, this is really good. Way better than they'd ever been before. Hank could get used to this. ]
All mine.
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He's clearly very, very satiated. Gavin snuffles close and tangles their legs together. Warm, protected, safe. If all full moons were like this he could get used to it.
Even though his blood is singing, he could also just fall asleep right then and there. Gavin nuzzles closer then... yawns cutely. ]
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