[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Yeah Beth looks entirely unimpressed. She's sitting on the couch, leg and arms crossed. ]
It would be less of my concern if you weren't broadcasting it to the entire state of Michigan. [ She looks at Gavin. ] I had to see how serious this was and now I have my answer.
[ Gavin's nostril's flare in annoyance. He'd been relatively level headed back in the car, but now that he sees her again... especially after interrupting what they were about to do... he feels mad. Really goddamn mad. ]
You could have asked, instead of trying to poison me to death for fuck's sake.
[ Just loudly broadcasting it through a series of scents and smells, more like. Hank can feel the anger coming off of Gavin, and honestly, he's pretty pissed too. He loved this woman once, but he's feeling pretty betrayed. It's making for a very uncomfortable Hank. ]
And for fuck's sake, you could've fucking texted. You know I still have my job with the DPD—I'm not some feral asshole who's going around turning people for shits and giggles.
[ She doesn't miss a beat, scowling at the two of them. Really, it's hard to tell with her. She's always been too good at her job. Hank really hopes this isn't a job. ]
Beth, listen. Gavin was bleeding out—he took a bullet meant for me, I wasn't gonna just leave him if I had the chance.
[ Hank's really touched, hearing Gavin say it so proudly. He never would have accused Beth of leaving him to deal with this on his own, she was there... in his own way. That's how it felt, back then, but things are so much better now, it's hard not to wish they'd been better before. Having a pack makes him feel complete. ]
It may not feel that way now, but it is a curse. You're just so wrapped up in being his mate that you can't see it.
[ Hank stammers slightly. He was all set to rebuke Beth on her first bit, but— ]
Please tell me you're kidding. The two of you have been mooning over each so much that werewolves and monsters can smell you for miles.
[ They seriously didn't know. Seriously. How ridiculous can two werewolves get. Hank presses closer to Gavin, still holding him back and protecting him though his mind is still reeling from Beth's words.
Were they mated? How did that happen? Had Hank mated Gavin without meaning to...? Fuck. ]
I... we... I had no idea. A-and Gavin's right, I've been taking care of him. I'm not interested in starting a huge pack or anything, I just... wanna protect what I got.
[ Gavin feels dizzy and he grabs at Hank's forearm. How in the...? They haven't done anything, how did...
How did...
Oh. They definitely had sex on a full moon, didn't they? With lots of biting? He wonders... Jesus Christ. He presses his forehead into Hank's shoulder. ]
[ They didn't. They're hopeless. And why should they know, when Beth never explained anything? ]
And you—you can't just attack my mate, Beth! You know that would fuck me up!
[ Beth sighs. Maybe she did know. Maybe Hank gets enough of this werewolf business to know that generally, these kinds of attempts end in werewolves going feral. God knows, if Hank didn't have such strong control, he really might have hurt her. Or maybe he still cares. It's hard to say one way or the other.
Was it all a test? Hank tries not to let the hurt show—he's got Gavin to worry about. This isn't the time for regrets or assumptions. Beth gives them each a look like they're the dumbest creatures she's ever seen, but carries on. ]
Bodies have been showing up close to the border. Mangled and clawed, definitely werewolf. It's close enough that it could have been you... or your mate.
[ She glances at Gavin, studying him for all that Hank is trying to protect him. But then, he's trying to protect Hank, isn't he? ]
If last month was your first full moon, the damage would've been worse than what I saw. [ She turns to Hank. ] Mating your beta on his first shift is a hell of an alibi, Hank. What the hell were you thinking?
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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.
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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. ]
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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? ]
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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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?
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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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It would be less of my concern if you weren't broadcasting it to the entire state of Michigan. [ She looks at Gavin. ] I had to see how serious this was and now I have my answer.
[ Gavin's nostril's flare in annoyance. He'd been relatively level headed back in the car, but now that he sees her again... especially after interrupting what they were about to do... he feels mad. Really goddamn mad. ]
You could have asked, instead of trying to poison me to death for fuck's sake.
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[ Just loudly broadcasting it through a series of scents and smells, more like. Hank can feel the anger coming off of Gavin, and honestly, he's pretty pissed too. He loved this woman once, but he's feeling pretty betrayed. It's making for a very uncomfortable Hank. ]
And for fuck's sake, you could've fucking texted. You know I still have my job with the DPD—I'm not some feral asshole who's going around turning people for shits and giggles.
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And that little display has absolutely nothing to do with that, huh?
[ Gavin grits his teeth and steps out from behind Hank more, glaring. He's got his hands clenched tight at his sides. ]
Hank saved me. He only turned me to save my life and he's never hurt a goddamn soul.
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[ She doesn't miss a beat, scowling at the two of them. Really, it's hard to tell with her. She's always been too good at her job. Hank really hopes this isn't a job. ]
Beth, listen. Gavin was bleeding out—he took a bullet meant for me, I wasn't gonna just leave him if I had the chance.
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[ Gavin's just scowling right back. ] At least he's not alone now.
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It may not feel that way now, but it is a curse. You're just so wrapped up in being his mate that you can't see it.
[ Hank stammers slightly. He was all set to rebuke Beth on her first bit, but— ]
W-wait, did you say he's my mate?
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D-Don't dodge the issue! Hank hasn't hurt anybody and he's made sure I haven't hurt anybody either! So I don't know what your goddamn problem is!
[ His heart is thudding again though, for a different reason. Mate? Mate? With Hank? His heart wants to leap out of his chest.
Beth looks between them dully. ]
Really?
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[ They seriously didn't know. Seriously. How ridiculous can two werewolves get. Hank presses closer to Gavin, still holding him back and protecting him though his mind is still reeling from Beth's words.
Were they mated? How did that happen? Had Hank mated Gavin without meaning to...? Fuck. ]
I... we... I had no idea. A-and Gavin's right, I've been taking care of him. I'm not interested in starting a huge pack or anything, I just... wanna protect what I got.
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How did...
Oh. They definitely had sex on a full moon, didn't they? With lots of biting? He wonders... Jesus Christ. He presses his forehead into Hank's shoulder. ]
We'll tone it down, just leave him alone.
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[ They didn't. They're hopeless. And why should they know, when Beth never explained anything? ]
And you—you can't just attack my mate, Beth! You know that would fuck me up!
[ Beth sighs. Maybe she did know. Maybe Hank gets enough of this werewolf business to know that generally, these kinds of attempts end in werewolves going feral. God knows, if Hank didn't have such strong control, he really might have hurt her. Or maybe he still cares. It's hard to say one way or the other.
Was it all a test? Hank tries not to let the hurt show—he's got Gavin to worry about. This isn't the time for regrets or assumptions. Beth gives them each a look like they're the dumbest creatures she's ever seen, but carries on. ]
Bodies have been showing up close to the border. Mangled and clawed, definitely werewolf. It's close enough that it could have been you... or your mate.
[ She glances at Gavin, studying him for all that Hank is trying to protect him. But then, he's trying to protect Hank, isn't he? ]
If last month was your first full moon, the damage would've been worse than what I saw. [ She turns to Hank. ] Mating your beta on his first shift is a hell of an alibi, Hank. What the hell were you thinking?
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