donotlick | spooky scary

[ Yeah, that's not making Hank's life any easier. Hank's eyes are definitely glued to Gavin's fingers as he licks them clean. Jesus, Gavin! Hank barely catches the disbelief, he's so distracted. The touch snaps him out of it at least, though he know has to stare at Gavin and actually listen which means... yeah. ]

...You think I'm hot?

[ The way Hank asks is way too honest. Wow, this is embarrassing. He knows he's being stupid. He's fifty-four fucking years old. Having some friend of his, his beta, tell him he's hot shouldn't make his heart race like this. Jesus!! This burger is going to disappear at this rate because Hank keeps taking bites to try and divert attention away from how hard he's blushing!! He swallows thickly, somehow wishing he could jump out of the car and make a run for it.

What is he, ten? ]

Look.... I'm well past my prime. You seriously think anyone's into that?

[ ...oh. Huh. See Gavin's got the superior hearing too and he can hear that. It's kind of hard not to feel a rush of pride and satisfaction that he got Hank's heart to race. Oh fuck. His own starts to kick up to double time and he swallows, ducking his head almost shyly.

He rubs the back of his neck. ]

Nobody cares about that kinda shit. [ 'Nobody' being... him. ] And yeah, I mean. I kinda thought it was obvious I did...

[ With all the touching, kissing and climbing on your lap he does lately... ]

[ They're both such idiots. Hank can pretty much hear what Gavin's saying here. It's in the beat of his heart and the tone of his words. It's not like they don't spend every moment alone all over each other, but Hank really did think that it was all... just instinct. But with Gavin's heart speeding up and him going all shy for once -- shit, Hank knows what that means.

He's known Gavin had a crush on him years ago. But now? ]

I kinda figured you'd gotten over it, after... you know, everything.

[ He just sort of huffs and bites his lip cutely. Gavin shrugs and looks back up at him, smirking. ]

I mean, you broke my fucking heart by getting married you jerk. So I had to get over it. [ He picks up another fry, starting to eat it. ] But, y'know. The more things change the more they stay the same.

[ Fuck. Hank licks his lips, whether it's the sauce from the burger or a different response entirely, he's not even really sure. He puts his burger down for a second and looks at Gavin. really looks at him. Was it more than just instinct? Did they actually have feelings? For each other? ]

Jesus, Reed.

[ Um, yeah, that's not very eloquent and doesn't acknowledge his feelings very well. Try again, Hank. ]

I thought it was all just... shit.

[ Fuck, he really didn't expect this conversation to go like this... he isn't ready to leap into his arms and declare that he loves him but— But he does want Hank to know he really cares.

He scratches behind his ear, fiddles with his earring. ]

I mean... you really think I'd just let something like this control my every move? I've been sticking at your side 'cause I want to, Hank.

[ Hank hasn't stopped blushing. His face must look a mess but he's even stopped munching down fries for this. It sure has been one hell of a day, from realizing he could lose Gavin again, to realizing he has feelings for him, to now... knowing Gavin thinks he's hot? Fuck?

Fuck. ]

I guess I kinda figured... I didn't really give you much say in the matter. Since we're stuck with each other.

[ Gavin's starting to get more flushed himself. He's just smiling a little shyly, suddenly not quite able to make eye contact with him. What a fucking day and it's not even four o'clock yet. ]

You were gonna save my life, it didn't matter to me how you did it. And I don't hate this existence, not by a long shot. [ He finally looks up at him. ] And I'm... glad you don't have to be alone anymore. I had no idea.

[ Christ, Hank is so not used to people caring about him. It was bad enough with Connor invading his life and giving a shit about him. The way Gavin looks when he says these things, like he means them... Hank had simply grown so accustomed to never having anyone understand that he never even considered that it could happen. ]

Fuck.

[ Hank stares down at his hands, talking more to himself than anything. He thought he'd always have to be alone. But this isn't so bad, is it? It's almost.... nice. Maybe it doesn't have to be a curse all the time.

Hank reaches out before he knows what he's doing and sets a hand on the mark on Gavin's neck. They're connected now. Hank may need reminding sometimes, but damn if he isn't grateful for it. ]

You've got some fucked up taste, I'll give you that, Reed.

[ He leans into his hand, a purr erupting out of him. Gavin turns to nose against his arm, sighing contently. Turning to look at him, he smiles again. ]

I prefer to think it's eclectic.

[ He puts his hand over Hank's, rubbing gently. Connected forever and Gavin's more than okay with that. He never thought Hank would ever look at him this way... ]

You're the one stuck with me now, y'know. [ He grins. ]

[ Fuck. Hank stares at Gavin in awe. "Fuck" is pretty much all Hank can think at the moment. Fuck, Gavin looks hot. Fuck, he sounds cute. Fuck, he's stuck with Hank for the next several hundred years and he doesn't even mind? Fuck.

He has to say something or do something, not just sit there with his jaw open and his hand stroking Gavin's neck. He isn't sure he's ever felt this comfortable with someone. It feels so right, being connected and knowing they'll be together. He's barely even scared. Gavin will be there, after all.

Fuck, that's cheesy but it makes him grin. ]

Lucky me.

[ That's not even irony, he's 100% honest here. He's never felt luckier. ]

I'd say I'm pretty lucky too.

[ His heart is singing, their connection in his veins rushing with warmth. There's no reason to be scared, not anymore. They're together, in whatever way that will mean as time goes on. ]

I... think we need to get back to your place. Right now.

[ He takes Hank's hand from his neck and moves it to rest on his chest, over the thudding of his heart. His pupils are starting to widen, lips parting. ]

[ Hank can feel the loud, rapid beat to Gavin's heart and he knows it's mirroring his own. He knows he'll always take care of Gavin, and Gavin will always take care of him. And yeah, they've had sex and made out and everything but knowing it's so much more is-- well, yeah. ]

Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.

[ But first, Hank licks his lips again, inhaling deep and closing the distance to press a kiss to Gavin's lips. C'mon guys, please. ]

[ He wraps his hands around Hank's neck, tugging him even closer for the kiss. Such a mess, making out in a parking lot like this. Well, after the morning Gavin's had he's gonna let Hank kiss the daylights out of him.

He nips at his bottom lip after a moment, murmuring hotly over the rumble deep in his throat. ]

Need you. Please.

[ Please just toss him on your bed and have your way with him Hank, oh baby. ]

[ Honestly, after nearly losing Gavin, this is exactly what Hank needs: a strong physical reminder -- be it, you know, a solid hug or maybe a kiss or maybe sex. Those all sound really good at the moment, and Hank can feel his eyes flash gold as he considers it, grabbing Gavin tighter and growls against his lips. ]

Once we get home. You're mine.

[ Hank happily leans in, deepening the kiss with a rush and purring softly before he releases Gavin. They should... go. Instead of doing this here, they could be at home. In his bed. With his beta. Nothing could be better. Hank takes a deep breath, starting the car. Boy, that's some good incentive!

If he skirts the speed limit a bit, well, whatever. Hank is a cop. He's in a hurry. ]

[ Gavin full body trembles, shuddering in excitement. He nods, pressing one last kiss to his lips before settling back in his seat.

He presses his hand to his mark the whole time, letting Hank know exactly how excited he is. How much he wants. He can't think of anything else, just sitting back in the seat with a hazy look of arousal on his face.

Fuck! Fuck. ]

Only yours.

[ Hank is gonna spend the whole drive home half-hard. Fuck. He can feel exactly how much Gavin wants this. That hot, burning need coming through their bond may as well be a physical thing for how quickly it goes to his dick. Jesus.

Connor would be so disappointed, but they make it home in record time. By the time they're parked in the driveway, Hank's got a half a mind to just ask Gavin to jerk him off so they can get it over with. But Gavin deserves better than that. This has been building up to more than just a handjob for a while now. ]

Bedroom. [ Hank growls, deep with anticipation as he tears off his seatbelt and opens the door. ] Now.

[ Gavin's in much the same boat, squirming in his jeans that are suddenly way too tight. He keeps looking at Hank and exposing his neck more, offering himself up to him on a platter. If he could strip and tie a big bow on himself he'd do it. Whatever you want to do with him, Hank, he's here for it.

It definitely has. A thick, cloying sexual tension that you could cut with a knife is definitely a way to describe it. He shudders when the pull up, cooing at that growl. ]

Yessir.

[ He all but stumbles out of the car and rushes to the front door. Gavin presses his back to it, grinning toothily and hungrily at Hank. ]

[ Hank would probably bite Gavin right then and there if it wasn't the kind of thing that would get him in serious trouble if anyone saw him. But fuck, he just wants Gavin so bad. And Gavin might actually want him? Fuck, he can barely believe it but he sure as hell can feel it. Hank wants to take every bit he has to offer, the low cadence of his voice and the darkening of his eyes ought to say as much. ]

Fuck, say that again.

[ They're just inches away from getting inside but Hank can't help himself. Every sound Gavin makes just feeds Hank's hunger for him. Hank presses Gavin to the door and drags his tongue up and down his neck, tracing his bitemark while he fumbles for his keys. Priorities, right? ]

[ Oh those eyes... he wants to be pinned by those eyes in more ways than one. He shudders when Hank's tongue traces his scar, cooing softly. His hands press into his shirt, one starting to work on more of his buttons. ]

Yes sir. [ He purrs it, deep and velvety. Presses his hips into Hank's. He doesn't even care if everyone on the block sees them, he wants them to know he's Hanks.

He wants to feel him, feel his mouth and teeth and tongue on every inch of his skin. Absolutely wreck him, tear him apart and stitch him back together with his voice and touches. ]

Ha~ank.

[ The noises Gavin is making should be illegal. Mostly because Hank wants to lock him away and keep those noises to himself. Only Hank gets to see Gavin like this, only his mate should get to hear him and feel him and christ when he rolls his hips down, Hank swears he sees stars for a second. He can't seem to get the door open fast enough.

It doesn't even occur to him that normally Sumo is begging at the door to be let out. Or that he should have checked the curb for any unfamiliar cars. He did neither of those things, but he did get the door open, and he pushes Gavin inside without a care for who hears him. I mean, who would, in the privacy of his own home? ]

Love the way you say my name, babe.

[ Gavin's brain is an endless loop of Hank Hank Hank so he doesn't notice either. Foolish, really. But all that matters is this big hunk of a man that wants to rip his clothes off.

He'll only ever be this demanding for his mate, his alpha. He makes these sounds only for him, always. Gavin moans an absolutely filthy moan one they're in the house, still tugging Hank's shirt down button by button. ]

Hank, please. [ He presses a kiss to his chest. ] Touch me.

[ Hank moans soft and low, reaching around to grab Gavin's ass and pull him closer. They're making noises that hardly sound human at this point, all instinct and desire telling Hank to take and touch and do whatever will make his mate happy.

His mate. His Ezra. His. He's so lost in the haze of pleasing Gavin that it actually takes a very loud noise to get his attention away from his mate.

The loud noise? Someone clearing their throat. A woman, actually... Once Hank realizes who it is he snaps out of it completely and places himself in front of Gavin, a stone wall between his beta and her. ]

Wh-what the fuck? Beth?

[ Oh baby!! Please bruise his ass with your hand print, Hank. He kisses at his neck, pressing himself closer and so open and inviting. Fuck him, Hank, oh please just shove him onto your bed and turn him around and—

Oh.

What? Wait, what? Coming down from is arousal is like trying to swim through molasses and he makes a confused little trill of a purr. Suddenly Hank is in front of him, protecting and— Beth?!

Fucking great. Gavin clings to Hank's arm, peeking over his arm to look at her. She did just try to kill him. He glares. ]

You tryin' to finish the job?

[ Yeah, nothing kills a boner quite like your ex wife who tried to kill your mate. Hank's good and riled, but for very different reasons now. Even with his shirt hanging open, he keep Gavin behind him. He'll never let her hurt his mate again. ]

You better start talking, Beth. I know I said I wouldn't do this, but that doesn't give you the right to try and kill somebody in my pack.

[ Gavin's his mate. He so obviously his mate. C'mon. ]

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