[ 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.
[ There's a part of him that's very giddy at the knowledge that he slept with Hank. Like, oh so giddy. But it's definitely not the time to think about that, especially when he's still naked...
But oh no, Hank's getting up. Ugh you're so hot, Hank!! Driving him nuts! ]
Y-Yeah, I know. Still wanted to say it.
[ He clears his throat and gets up, half expecting to just collapse under his own weight but... oh. No. Solid on two feet, not dizzy at all. Well then.
He heads over to the trunk and peeks into it, reaching for some sweats and a shirt. ]
Thanks, I'll be able to find something. [ Ratty metal band shirt and gray sweat pants it is! He slips them on and does another full bodied stretch, standing on his tip toes. ]
Thanks. I figured, y'know. You're not really that big of a dick.
[ You're actually quite nice, just Hank won't be saying that out loud for a while. But man, Gavin in his clothes still makes something warm curl up in his stomach. Hank's aware enough not to growl or purr or anything, but he's feeling way more clingy this morning than he was this time yesterday.
Hank slips on some shorts and tosses a t-shirt over his head. He actually feels not shitty?? He doesn't know what to do about that. ]
[ Hank laughs at the sound. Now that's a werewolf gurgle if he's ever heard one. ]
Right, food. Let's get outta here. But lemme know if you need, I dunno, emotional support for the brother thing.
[ Hank leads them over to the door, unlocking the heavy padlock and bathing them in the bright, bright light of morning. Hank rubs his eyes and yawns again. He can already hear Sumo waiting excitedly for them. ]
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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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But oh no, Hank's getting up. Ugh you're so hot, Hank!! Driving him nuts! ]
Y-Yeah, I know. Still wanted to say it.
[ He clears his throat and gets up, half expecting to just collapse under his own weight but... oh. No. Solid on two feet, not dizzy at all. Well then.
He heads over to the trunk and peeks into it, reaching for some sweats and a shirt. ]
Thanks, I'll be able to find something. [ Ratty metal band shirt and gray sweat pants it is! He slips them on and does another full bodied stretch, standing on his tip toes. ]
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[ You're actually quite nice, just Hank won't be saying that out loud for a while. But man, Gavin in his clothes still makes something warm curl up in his stomach. Hank's aware enough not to growl or purr or anything, but he's feeling way more clingy this morning than he was this time yesterday.
Hank slips on some shorts and tosses a t-shirt over his head. He actually feels not shitty?? He doesn't know what to do about that. ]
You really should call your brother, though.
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He stretches and pops a few more knots in his back, clearly leftovers from shifting back. Gavin sighs and rubs between his eyes. ]
Yeah, I really should. Fuck. Maybe I'll just drive up to that weird house of his and just see him.
[ His stomach gurgles as if on cue. ] But uh, breakfast first I guess.
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Right, food. Let's get outta here. But lemme know if you need, I dunno, emotional support for the brother thing.
[ Hank leads them over to the door, unlocking the heavy padlock and bathing them in the bright, bright light of morning. Hank rubs his eyes and yawns again. He can already hear Sumo waiting excitedly for them. ]
Let's go tell Sumo and Connor we're okay.