[ He moves and all but climbs into Hank's lap, settling down nicely. At some point he starts to cup Hank's face with both hands, just kissing him sweetly.
It's a different kind of energy from before, not so primal and urgent and hot. Soft, sweet and gentle... loving. Tender. It's okay that Hank doesn't say it back because he's treating him so sweetly.
When they part just barely enough, Gavin breathes into his lips. ]
Y'think we could... continue our plans from before or— [ Smooch. ] —has that ship sailed?
[ Mmmm, Gavin sure does feel right sitting in Hank's lap. Hank hums happily. He wants to surround himself with Gavin until he's all he has. Only his scent and his touch and his warmth. Hank presses in closer and mouths at Gavin's neck, dragging his teeth over the mark, ever-so softly. ]
Maybe... [ Hank growls. Fuck, Gavin loves him. How could he not? ] Maybe.
[ Hank growls possessively, rocking his hips against Gavin. He wants to feel the press of Gavin's hips, wants to know exactly what he's doing to him with his touch. ]
Yeah, maybe.
[ Maybe yes. Hank nods against Gavin's neck, rubbing his beard against him and teasing his mark. Nothing else will ever scar him as long as Hank's around. And no one else will ever touch him like this. ]
[ A-Ah... he moans gently, rolling his hips. He's already half hard just from this. He's still looking plenty amused though, even as his hands start to roam across Hank's chest and that tattoo. ]
Maybe still isn't a yes or a no, sweetheart. [ Apparently we're doing pet names now too.
He peels off more of his shirt, having to pause to moan again as his beard scrapes delightfully across his neck and scar. Fuck... fuck. Thank fucking god Hank decided to bite him there. ]
[ Hank teases, dragging his lips over Gavin's neck again, his breath hot against him. He might not be as quick to bounce back as Gavin, but he's definitely ready to be distracted by his mate's hands and hips. Fuck. Hank presses against his hands and keeps purring, deep and solid. He wants to give Gavin the world, honestly. ]
[ He's full of that newfound beta energy, clearly. (And years of having a crush on Hank.) Gavin hums at his hot breath, goosebumps dithering across his skin. Fuuuck, everything he does feels so good. Hank can play him like a fiddle and he loves it. ]
Like to think so. As good as I can be.
[ He trains his hands down to Hank's stomach, teasing with his fingers. Fuck he's so hot. ]
[ Hank's eyes flash gold as he draws his fangs and trails them down Gavin's neck again. He's been holding back a bite for what feels like hours. Between nearly losing Gavin this morning and the time they'd spent together in the car, he's wanted to taste his beta's skin and blood all day. ]
[ Oh baby, that's it. He moans, a flush spreading up his neck and all across his face. He'd been so eager to feel Hank's teeth in his skin when they were pressed up against the door earlier... Gavin slides his hands up Hank's body and slides them back to his hair, undoing his hair tie so he can properly run his fingers through it all. ]
Only you. Forever. [ He leans his pulse point into Hank's teeth more. ] Please.
[ Hank hums his agreement, finally sinking his sharp teeth into Gavin's neck. Gavin's touch feels nice and all, but it's nothing compare to the rhythm of his pulse and the taste of his flesh and blood under his lips. Just the fact that Gavin gives himself up so willingly is enough to make Hank reward him with the press of his hips, but Hank can taste and feel all of him through this one connection -- everything they are; alpha and beta, mates, it all sings through him.
[ His voice is wrecked, breathy. He closes his eyes and bites his own lip hard enough to taste blood. Fuck, he's never felt such a connection before, like there's no way to know where he ends and Hank begins. Fuck. He presses his hips into him in return, clutching his hair even tighter and pulling himself closer. ]
Mate.
[ It's all he says, an almost soundless sigh. He loves him, he loves him so much. He hopes he can taste how true it is. ]
[ Hank growls an affirmative, primal and deep and content. Mate, he says. Gavin tastes like his mate. He can taste and feel every part of him like it's his own, like they belong together. He can feel just how much Gavin loves him, how deeply his admiration goes and that's the thing that gets him to shudder. It's hard to describe how he could possible taste it in Gavin's blood, but he knows. Fuck, it's so raw and clear Hank could choke on it.
He won't. Anything his mate gives him, he can take it. Hank sucks deep on the wound and pulls him closer, pulling away to breathe and gasp through the overwhelming rush of sensation. ]
[ Like on the full moon, it kind of stuns him. He trembles and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a soft little rumble of a growl. Any and all other thoughts just vanish, the only thing left being HankHankMateMateLoveLove.
When he pulls away to breathe some of his senses return and he slumps forward, pressing his forehead to Hank's and panting. ]
Yours.
[ He shakily takes one of Hank's hands and moves to place it right on his ass. ]
Touch me, please. Please. I can't hold back anymore.
[ If Hank had a little more sense to him, he wouldn't believe this is happening. There's no logical way that Gavin can want him this bad, right? Thankfully, with his mate's blood on his teeth and his hands on his ass, he's way too distracted for his brain to get in the way. Hank squeezes and shifts his grip so he can get both hands on him, thumbs digging against his belt. Yeah, these need to go. ]
[ Yes, please, his pants and belt are too tight and restricting now. In the way of feeling your touch. He purrs and snuffles at his neck, almost whimpering. ]
[ Hank starts at the belt, using his alpha strength to, uh, well it's off now. It might be broken. Hank pulls Gavin's belt off and starts yanking his pants down. It'll be nice to get to fuck him when they aren't in the frenzy of a full moon. Hank might be wrapped up in pleasing his mate and getting to taste and claim him, but he isn't so lost that instinct is all that's driving him.
He wants this. He wants Gavin or Ezra or whoever he decides he wants to be. Forever. ]
[ Goodbye belt, we hardly knew ye. He sighs as his pants are finally tugged down; he wraps his arms around Hank's shoulders for support as he manhandles him. Oh baby. ]
Wanted you for so long. [ He coos, pressing his lips against his cheekbones. ] Can't believe you want me back.
[ Hank chuckles low, pulling Gavin up against him and rolling them over so he can loom over him, on all fours. It's an effortless move with how strong he is -- Hank might be getting on in the years, but he's making the best of them. ]
You want me to pinch you?
[ He smiles. It's crazy to Hank to think that Gavin had been pining for him all these years -- especially recently, since... well. Everything in his life. But Gavin doesn't seem to mind. He likes him? And he keeps risking his life for Hank and he's his mate, Hank couldn't not love him... he's just bad at saying the words. ]
[ He hits the bed with a gentle 'oof' and looks up at him. Oh... yeah... this is one of the best views Gavin's ever had. He squirms a little. Then laughs breathlessly, managing a little grin with teeth. ]
Promise?
[ He loves you so much. Gavin reaches his hands up around his neck again, looking like he's memorizing this view. His throat bobs with a gulp. ]
[ Gavin's got nothing to squirm about -- The view's pretty good from where Hank is sitting, too. Gavin's ripped, a solid, compact build compared to Hank's but Hank's definitely not complaining about the size difference. Hell, it's a power trip. ]
I promise.
[ Hank strokes a hand down Gavin's chest to feel him up, ripping his shirt oopen (oops) just to get at his skin. It was getting in the way -- this is definitely a good use of their powers. ]
[ Gavin's built with a few scars and a light covering of hair across his torso but Hank. He's soft but there's muscle and bulk underneath... and that tattoo. It's enough to make Gavin's mouth water. ]
Hardly. You're gorgeous.
[ He shudders as he rips his shirt, very much okay with that. It was a well worn old thing anyway, nothing special. He leans his chest into his hands more, a warm flush starting to roll down his neck to his collarbones. ]
[ Hank traces the scars, his fingers heavy as they press down into the skin. He trails his touch up, past the flush, and smiles again. Shit, Gavin's cute. Hank growls and gives him that pinch he promised, grabbing a nipple between his fingers and squeezing. He's a big fan of the noises Gavin makes, so he's definitely looking to hear more. ]
[ The scar tracing just makes his flush grow and he bites his lip happily, watching him. Hank could trace every curve of his body and he'd be more okay to just sit here and let him, aching in anticipation.
But oh— He all but squeaks when he pinches, biting down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He curls his spine, squirming again. Gavin's hands tangle even more in Hank's hair as he starts to pant, a drop of blood rolling down his chin. ]
[ Fuck, he's cute. It's unreal. Every squeak and pant makes Hank want to take him, keep Gavin hidden from the world so he'll only ever be his. Hank sucks in a breath as Gavin tugs on his hair, that and the way he moves so perfectly beneath him is making Hank groan. ]
Fuck, wish we'd done this sooner.
[ The blood on his chin may as well be an invitation. Hank rushes down against Gavin and slides his tongue up to his lips, drinking up his blood and kissing him roughly. That thing with Gavin offering himself up on a platter? Hank's a fan. ]
[ He brings his knee up to press between Hank's legs, wanting pressure. Wanting to feel him. Gavin moans into his kiss, cherishing this feeling of being overwhelmed and devoured by his mouth.
His lips are a little pinker from the blood when they part enough for him to speak. ] Got plenty of time to make up for it...
[ It's like he's put a big flashing neon sign in the bedroom that says HANK PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME, the most enthusiastic consent imaginable. ]
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It's a different kind of energy from before, not so primal and urgent and hot. Soft, sweet and gentle... loving. Tender. It's okay that Hank doesn't say it back because he's treating him so sweetly.
When they part just barely enough, Gavin breathes into his lips. ]
Y'think we could... continue our plans from before or— [ Smooch. ] —has that ship sailed?
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Maybe... [ Hank growls. Fuck, Gavin loves him. How could he not? ] Maybe.
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Then lets out a little hoarse snicker. ] Maybe, huh?
[ He puts his hands on Hank's chest, slipping one under his shirt. ] At least let me finish getting this shirt off of you...
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Yeah, maybe.
[ Maybe yes. Hank nods against Gavin's neck, rubbing his beard against him and teasing his mark. Nothing else will ever scar him as long as Hank's around. And no one else will ever touch him like this. ]
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Maybe still isn't a yes or a no, sweetheart. [ Apparently we're doing pet names now too.
He peels off more of his shirt, having to pause to moan again as his beard scrapes delightfully across his neck and scar. Fuck... fuck. Thank fucking god Hank decided to bite him there. ]
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[ Hank teases, dragging his lips over Gavin's neck again, his breath hot against him. He might not be as quick to bounce back as Gavin, but he's definitely ready to be distracted by his mate's hands and hips. Fuck. Hank presses against his hands and keeps purring, deep and solid. He wants to give Gavin the world, honestly. ]
You been good though, haven't you?
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Like to think so. As good as I can be.
[ He trains his hands down to Hank's stomach, teasing with his fingers. Fuck he's so hot. ]
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[ Hank's eyes flash gold as he draws his fangs and trails them down Gavin's neck again. He's been holding back a bite for what feels like hours. Between nearly losing Gavin this morning and the time they'd spent together in the car, he's wanted to taste his beta's skin and blood all day. ]
Always me.
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Only you. Forever. [ He leans his pulse point into Hank's teeth more. ] Please.
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His mate. His Ezra. ]
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[ His voice is wrecked, breathy. He closes his eyes and bites his own lip hard enough to taste blood. Fuck, he's never felt such a connection before, like there's no way to know where he ends and Hank begins. Fuck. He presses his hips into him in return, clutching his hair even tighter and pulling himself closer. ]
Mate.
[ It's all he says, an almost soundless sigh. He loves him, he loves him so much. He hopes he can taste how true it is. ]
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He won't. Anything his mate gives him, he can take it. Hank sucks deep on the wound and pulls him closer, pulling away to breathe and gasp through the overwhelming rush of sensation. ]
Mine.
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When he pulls away to breathe some of his senses return and he slumps forward, pressing his forehead to Hank's and panting. ]
Yours.
[ He shakily takes one of Hank's hands and moves to place it right on his ass. ]
Touch me, please. Please. I can't hold back anymore.
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[ If Hank had a little more sense to him, he wouldn't believe this is happening. There's no logical way that Gavin can want him this bad, right? Thankfully, with his mate's blood on his teeth and his hands on his ass, he's way too distracted for his brain to get in the way. Hank squeezes and shifts his grip so he can get both hands on him, thumbs digging against his belt. Yeah, these need to go. ]
Been waiting all this time? Want me to fuck you?
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Yes. Dunno how long. Wanna feel you, Hank, please. Fuck me.
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[ Hank starts at the belt, using his alpha strength to, uh, well it's off now. It might be broken. Hank pulls Gavin's belt off and starts yanking his pants down. It'll be nice to get to fuck him when they aren't in the frenzy of a full moon. Hank might be wrapped up in pleasing his mate and getting to taste and claim him, but he isn't so lost that instinct is all that's driving him.
He wants this. He wants Gavin or Ezra or whoever he decides he wants to be. Forever. ]
Anything you want.
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Wanted you for so long. [ He coos, pressing his lips against his cheekbones. ] Can't believe you want me back.
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You want me to pinch you?
[ He smiles. It's crazy to Hank to think that Gavin had been pining for him all these years -- especially recently, since... well. Everything in his life. But Gavin doesn't seem to mind. He likes him? And he keeps risking his life for Hank and he's his mate, Hank couldn't not love him... he's just bad at saying the words. ]
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Promise?
[ He loves you so much. Gavin reaches his hands up around his neck again, looking like he's memorizing this view. His throat bobs with a gulp. ]
You're so fucking sexy, goddamn.
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I promise.
[ Hank strokes a hand down Gavin's chest to feel him up, ripping his shirt oopen (oops) just to get at his skin. It was getting in the way -- this is definitely a good use of their powers. ]
Pretty sure you got me beat there.
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Hardly. You're gorgeous.
[ He shudders as he rips his shirt, very much okay with that. It was a well worn old thing anyway, nothing special. He leans his chest into his hands more, a warm flush starting to roll down his neck to his collarbones. ]
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[ Hank traces the scars, his fingers heavy as they press down into the skin. He trails his touch up, past the flush, and smiles again. Shit, Gavin's cute. Hank growls and gives him that pinch he promised, grabbing a nipple between his fingers and squeezing. He's a big fan of the noises Gavin makes, so he's definitely looking to hear more. ]
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But oh— He all but squeaks when he pinches, biting down hard enough on his lip to draw blood. He curls his spine, squirming again. Gavin's hands tangle even more in Hank's hair as he starts to pant, a drop of blood rolling down his chin. ]
Haa~ank, please.
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Fuck, wish we'd done this sooner.
[ The blood on his chin may as well be an invitation. Hank rushes down against Gavin and slides his tongue up to his lips, drinking up his blood and kissing him roughly. That thing with Gavin offering himself up on a platter? Hank's a fan. ]
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His lips are a little pinker from the blood when they part enough for him to speak. ] Got plenty of time to make up for it...
[ It's like he's put a big flashing neon sign in the bedroom that says HANK PLEASE HAVE SEX WITH ME, the most enthusiastic consent imaginable. ]
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