[ 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. ]
[ Fuck, Gavin is cute. The purring from earlier doesn't even compare to how sweet and happy he looks like this. What's more, Hank can feel it through their blood and their connection, even his sleepy yawn echoes deep in his heart. Hank knows he's doing well—it might be his first time being an alpha, but he must be doing a good job if he can keep his beta this happy on his first full moon.
He kisses the top of Gavin's head and nuzzles him a little, licking at his face. ]
[ Gavin's own purring increases when he nuzzles and licks him, nosing closer. Yes, the best alpha ever... mating his first beta on his first full moon. Other werewolves would probably be incredibly scandalized about now.
He sighs and pries his eyes open, wincing a little. Still a little sensitive. ]
Hnngh... you should just eat me again. [ What the fuck does that even mean, Gavin? But, well, he has a point. He has just expended a lot of energy, doesn't want to wake up with the world's worst hangover. ]
[ Hank chuckles, shaking his head against Gavin. What the fuck does that mean? It doesn't really matter. As far as he's concerned, taking care of Gavin is the only thing that matters at the moment. ]
Maybe next time, if you're good.
[ Hank kisses his neck once more before sitting up and standing. This kind of move would hurt like hell on any other day, but the thrum in his blood and the full moon does wonders for his aches and pains. He's got his duty to his pack and his mate, he can get up to grab a chunk of meat and toss it back to Gavin. ]
Catch.
[ Boy, those alpha instincts sure are a thing. It's definitely not because they're mated. ]
[ The kiss to his neck has him temporarily stunned, cooing and trembling. You've made his neck the ultimate erogenous zone, Hank, you need to take responsibility.
He does sit up after that, enjoying the view of Hank walking over to the freezer. He still feels a little pinned to the floor, but the meat will probably help that. He catches it easily and once the scent hits his nose he realizes just how starving he is.
So he starts gnawing on it. ] Thanks. [ Although it sounds more like 'mmthankshmmm.' His instincts hum happily. ]
[ He'll take responsibility alright. Maybe he'll start buying you scarves, Gavin. Just seeing his mate enjoy his food, safe and warm and happy, makes Hank's heart fill with warm. It's those damn instincts, that's definitely all it is. ]
Good, right?
[ Hank grabs a piece for himself and goes back to sit beside Gavin. Right now he just wants to be close to his beta and have a good meal. That's all he really needs.
[ Scarves and turtlenecks only, apparently. He'll take fashion tips from Ryan and everything.
He finishes the chunk of meat in record time, licking at each of his fingers. Between sex, food and a good fight his werewolf side is feeling pretty placated. Gavin rolls his shoulders with a few pops and straightens his back, feeling a little more in control now. ]
Yeah, really good.
[ Then he shifts and gets up a little, plopping himself right in Hank's lap. He snuffles at his neck; there's nothing sexual in the action now, just wanting the closeness and the comfort.
His blood is still singing, so elated. Mate, mate, mate...! Alpha chose him as a mate! He's the best! ]
[ Considering the glow up he's due for, those turtlenecks are gonna look super hot on him, it's gonna be a real problem.
Still, Hank takes his sweet time with his food, breaking off chunks of it and purring in between bites. He lets Gavin onto his lap, he's definitely not going to complain about having Gavin stay even closer to him. The closer he is, the steadier he feels, instincts and all.
Taking care of his mate and his pack gives him a sense of fulfillment he hasn't had in a long, long time. It probably won't carry over past the full moon, but it'd be nice if it did. ]
[ Oh it's already happening, he's already starting to carry himself with that same cockiness he had before. Just a little different.
Gavin nuzzles at him for a bit longer before pulling back and yawning again, rubbing at his eyes. He runs his hands through his hair, which is a total mess, and nods. He's satisfied and satiated. How quaint. ]
Sounds good. I'm exhausted. [ He leans in to kiss him quickly, nipping his bottom lip as he pulls away. With that, he gets up with a tantalizing stretch and goes to curl up on the bed. And promptly falls asleep. ]
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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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He kisses the top of Gavin's head and nuzzles him a little, licking at his face. ]
You should eat first. You'll sleep better.
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He sighs and pries his eyes open, wincing a little. Still a little sensitive. ]
Hnngh... you should just eat me again. [ What the fuck does that even mean, Gavin? But, well, he has a point. He has just expended a lot of energy, doesn't want to wake up with the world's worst hangover. ]
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Maybe next time, if you're good.
[ Hank kisses his neck once more before sitting up and standing. This kind of move would hurt like hell on any other day, but the thrum in his blood and the full moon does wonders for his aches and pains. He's got his duty to his pack and his mate, he can get up to grab a chunk of meat and toss it back to Gavin. ]
Catch.
[ Boy, those alpha instincts sure are a thing. It's definitely not because they're mated. ]
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He does sit up after that, enjoying the view of Hank walking over to the freezer. He still feels a little pinned to the floor, but the meat will probably help that. He catches it easily and once the scent hits his nose he realizes just how starving he is.
So he starts gnawing on it. ] Thanks. [ Although it sounds more like 'mmthankshmmm.' His instincts hum happily. ]
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Good, right?
[ Hank grabs a piece for himself and goes back to sit beside Gavin. Right now he just wants to be close to his beta and have a good meal. That's all he really needs.
It's good. ]
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He finishes the chunk of meat in record time, licking at each of his fingers. Between sex, food and a good fight his werewolf side is feeling pretty placated. Gavin rolls his shoulders with a few pops and straightens his back, feeling a little more in control now. ]
Yeah, really good.
[ Then he shifts and gets up a little, plopping himself right in Hank's lap. He snuffles at his neck; there's nothing sexual in the action now, just wanting the closeness and the comfort.
His blood is still singing, so elated. Mate, mate, mate...! Alpha chose him as a mate! He's the best! ]
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Still, Hank takes his sweet time with his food, breaking off chunks of it and purring in between bites. He lets Gavin onto his lap, he's definitely not going to complain about having Gavin stay even closer to him. The closer he is, the steadier he feels, instincts and all.
Taking care of his mate and his pack gives him a sense of fulfillment he hasn't had in a long, long time. It probably won't carry over past the full moon, but it'd be nice if it did. ]
Get some sleep. I'll be here.
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Gavin nuzzles at him for a bit longer before pulling back and yawning again, rubbing at his eyes. He runs his hands through his hair, which is a total mess, and nods. He's satisfied and satiated. How quaint. ]
Sounds good. I'm exhausted. [ He leans in to kiss him quickly, nipping his bottom lip as he pulls away. With that, he gets up with a tantalizing stretch and goes to curl up on the bed. And promptly falls asleep. ]
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