[ 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. ]
[ He's even cute when he's sleepy, fuck!! Hank kisses back and darts his tongue out a bit as Gavin kisses him. His beta seriously tastes really good. That's so weird! Oh well. Hank watches Gavin shuffle to the bed, enjoying every muscle and curl in his back as he stretches and curls up to sleep.
Shit, Hank is so fucked. He finishes off his steak while he thinks—actually thinks! About all this. His first time was nothing like this. It's true that he's an alpha now, so the added control is a little unexpected, but he's got no frame of reference for how this is supposed to go or if he even did alright. Gavin is happy, which he supposes is the important thing. They'll deal with the rest as it comes. He can feel some kind of difference between them now, something pulling them to each other beyond just what their pack instinct was, but he doesn't think too hard on it. It's probably just an alpha thing.
They can try and go back to normal in the morning. Right now Hank wants to sleep and cuddle his beta so he does exactly that, joining Gavin in the tiny bed and curling up around him. He's safe. They're both safe. Ultimately, that's all that matters. The rest can wait. ]
[ And Gavin's fast asleep quick. Once Hank gets on the bed with him he instinctively snuggles up close, burying his face in his chest and nuzzles. His fingers run through his chest hair and he just purrs in that cute little growl of his throughout the night.
Once the morning sun rises, all of the werewolf features recede and he looks like regular ol' normal Gavin. He twitches as he starts to wake up, taking in a deep breath and pulling away just a little.
Man, what happened? Everything is still fuzzy as he wakes up. He reaches up to rub at his eyes, yawning. He opens them and stares at the ceiling of Hank's basement.
Wait... basement. Hank. He shoots up with a gasp and looks around. Okay, everything's still in one piece... he looks down and he's naked. And... Hank's naked too.
Oh fuck.
It all comes rushing back and he feels his cheeks get hot. He puts a hand over his mouth, then slides it down to touch at the bite scar on his neck. Where Hank bit him multiple times, claiming him, last night.
Oh... fuck. He trembles at the memory. Jesus! And he'd said some really awful shit too! ]
[ Hank wakes up far more slowly, but he's done this so many times that he's pretty sure nothing would surprise him.
Okay, the sex and how possessive he got and claiming Gavin over and over again was maybe a little surprising, but waking up naked would be pretty standard if it wasn't for that. He sits up and stretches, muscles and bones popping back into place while he yawns. Actually, that doesn't feel as bad as it usually does either. Even if the full moon had gotten a little wild, Hank's had worse.
He can still feel Gavin's emotions when he touches the mark on his neck, though it's so much clearer now that it's maybe a little concerning, but otherwise Hank feels surprisingly good. Shit, maybe being an alpha wasn't so bad. ]
[ Oh shit Hank, he almost forgot. He turns back to him, dropping his hands and just sort of gawking for a minute. And still blushing very cutely.
He scratches at his head after a moment, the feeling starting to pass pretty quickly. Well, there's no reason to be embarrassed... he should be glad he didn't burst out and rip somebody's head off. He was definitely angry enough to do it at first. ]
I uh. Fine? Pretty good. [ He scratches at his arms absently, meets Hank's eyes then looks back down. ] I'm um. Sorry. I think I said some really vile shit to you last night.
[ Hey, it's cool, buddy, Hank has seen it all before. The important thing is they're both fine, uninjured, and nobody got hurt.
The other stuff? That can wait. Hank still finds himself feeling a little possessive of Gavin, so while he certainly wouldn't want him hanging out naked when he's outside, he seems weirdly okay with Gavin just. Not being dressed at all. It's fine, right? ]
Don't sweat it. [ Hank chuckles, scooting off the bed to stand. He is way less sore than usual, which is awesome. ] I told you, whatever happens in here can stay in here. And I know you didn't mean that shit.
[ Especially not the weird shit about his brother, I mean yikes. But Hank really won't hold it against him—instead he steps around to a heavy looking chest and pops it open. ]
I got some spare clothes in here. Dunno what'll for you, but it's worth a try.
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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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Shit, Hank is so fucked. He finishes off his steak
while he thinks—actually thinks! About all this. His first time was nothing like this. It's true that he's an alpha now, so the added control is a little unexpected, but he's got no frame of reference for how this is supposed to go or if he even did alright. Gavin is happy, which he supposes is the important thing. They'll deal with the rest as it comes. He can feel some kind of difference between them now, something pulling them to each other beyond just what their pack instinct was, but he doesn't think too hard on it. It's probably just an alpha thing.
They can try and go back to normal in the morning. Right now Hank wants to sleep and cuddle his beta so he does exactly that, joining Gavin in the tiny bed and curling up around him. He's safe. They're both safe. Ultimately, that's all that matters. The rest can wait. ]
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Once the morning sun rises, all of the werewolf features recede and he looks like regular ol' normal Gavin. He twitches as he starts to wake up, taking in a deep breath and pulling away just a little.
Man, what happened? Everything is still fuzzy as he wakes up. He reaches up to rub at his eyes, yawning. He opens them and stares at the ceiling of Hank's basement.
Wait... basement. Hank. He shoots up with a gasp and looks around. Okay, everything's still in one piece... he looks down and he's naked. And... Hank's naked too.
Oh fuck.
It all comes rushing back and he feels his cheeks get hot. He puts a hand over his mouth, then slides it down to touch at the bite scar on his neck. Where Hank bit him multiple times, claiming him, last night.
Oh... fuck. He trembles at the memory. Jesus! And he'd said some really awful shit too! ]
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Okay, the sex and how possessive he got and claiming Gavin over and over again was maybe a little surprising, but waking up naked would be pretty standard if it wasn't for that. He sits up and stretches, muscles and bones popping back into place while he yawns. Actually, that doesn't feel as bad as it usually does either. Even if the full moon had gotten a little wild, Hank's had worse.
He can still feel Gavin's emotions when he touches the mark on his neck, though it's so much clearer now that it's maybe a little concerning, but otherwise Hank feels surprisingly good. Shit, maybe being an alpha wasn't so bad. ]
How you feeling?
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He scratches at his head after a moment, the feeling starting to pass pretty quickly. Well, there's no reason to be embarrassed... he should be glad he didn't burst out and rip somebody's head off. He was definitely angry enough to do it at first. ]
I uh. Fine? Pretty good. [ He scratches at his arms absently, meets Hank's eyes then looks back down. ] I'm um. Sorry. I think I said some really vile shit to you last night.
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The other stuff? That can wait. Hank still finds himself feeling a little possessive of Gavin, so while he certainly wouldn't want him hanging out naked when he's outside, he seems weirdly okay with Gavin just. Not being dressed at all. It's fine, right? ]
Don't sweat it. [ Hank chuckles, scooting off the bed to stand. He is way less sore than usual, which is awesome. ] I told you, whatever happens in here can stay in here. And I know you didn't mean that shit.
[ Especially not the weird shit about his brother, I mean yikes. But Hank really won't hold it against him—instead he steps around to a heavy looking chest and pops it open. ]
I got some spare clothes in here. Dunno what'll for you, but it's worth a try.
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