[ 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. ]
[ Trust me, pressure's not a problem. Hank presses down on Gavin's knee and rutting his hips against him. Fuck, he needs out of his pants. Now. ]
Mmm—Forever.
[ They have forever. Or well, however long the two of them live, which will be a long time. It means they don't have to hurry, but that doesn't mean Hank isn't going to. Because he's waited long enough, frankly. He sucks on Gavin's lip and brings his hand down to Gavin's cock, grabbing him and giving him a slow stroke. ]
[ Yes, please get out of those pants. He wants to see all of you, his memories of the full moon too hazy (and they were far too fuzzy.) ]
Forever. Your Ezra. [ Because in moments like this where they're alone and exposed, he's Ezra.
He moans into Hank's mouth at the stroke, leaning up into his hand. Yes, touch. Keep touching. He presses his knee right against the zipper of Hank's pants, hard. ]
[ Hank smiles down at him, happy to use Gavin's real name. He's one of the few people who even know about it -- another secret to be shared between them, adding yet another layer of intimacy to everything they already have.
Fuck, but he feels good. That knee is going to kill him. Hank moans and tightens his hold on Ezra, stroking again and letting him go just as fast. ]
I have to -- pants. We're wearing way too much clothes.
[ Hank is definitely just going to start ripping his clothes off, his alpha instincts ain't got time to sit back and fold them. ]
[ He gets redder when he says it, closing his eyes for a moment as his cheeks turn bright red. Fuck, that's dangerous. And sexy. Only Hank knows to call him that, his true name...
He whimpers when Hank lets go, but opens his eyes to grin at him even though his chest is heaving with each inhale. ]
You definitely are.
[ And then he helps him rip off his jeans, and then goes for the underwear. Let him see!! Touch!! He growls a little. ]
[ More cute growling huh?? Yeah, Hank's gonna keep doing it if it gets him like that. ]
You can fix that. Right, Ezra?
[ Hank snickers a bit, breathy and amused as Ezra helps him out of his clothes. He shifts his hips into Ezra's hands and rips the band to get them off without needing to slide them off. He's happy to let his mate see and touch him. ]
[ He's not cute he's manly and sexy as hell!! Okay yeah it's pretty cute. Lots of growling as they finally peel off all of Hank's clothes.
He holds onto Hank's hips as his head hits the pillow again and he just sort of... sighs. And admires. Fuck, he's so fucking lucky. He gets this gorgeous hunk of a man all to himself for the foreseeable forever. He bites his lip again. ]
Still can't believe you want me.
[ It's not self deprecating, just said more reverent than anything else. He presses his thumbs into Hank's hips, a heavy pressure like the one he'd used on him moments earlier. ]
[ Yeah I guess that's gonna be a thing now. Hank presses against Ezra's touch and purrs softly. He's just so happy to be with his mate like this, to have someone dear to him, who cares about him and would even fight his ex wife for him. Shit, he's the one who's lucky here. Gavin's young and hot and strong and Hank wouldn't want anyone else.
He reaches back down and kisses him, pulling Gavin's lip between his teeth with a growl and a smile. ]
[ Pet names all day every day from here on out. He grins and licks his lips before Hank kisses him. One of his hands scoots back to press his fingers firmly into Hank's ass. He purrs, growls and bites his lip in return when they're done. ]
[ They're gonna be insufferable and gushy and everyone at work will hate them. It'll be great. Once Gavin touches Hank, he groans, breath hitching as a shudder racks through him. Fuck, how long has it been since he actually got fucked? Hank had been around the block quite a bit before he settled down with Beth, and even with Beth, well... they tried different things. Lots of different things.
Yeah, Hank said he was gonna fuck Gavin, but damn if that isn't a plan for next time. Hank growls right back, dragging his hands back to Gavin's cock with a grin. ]
[ Oh Gavin may genuinely faint when that becomes an option next time, holy shit. But for now he's trembling in excitement at the knowledge that Hank's gonna be fucking him pretty soon here. Oh baby. You did it, twenty two year old Gavin. Believe in your dreams.
He gasps out a moan as Hank grabs his dick again, curling his spine and turning his head into the pillow. He may start biting at it; his only response is a positively filthy groan. ]
[ Boy, Gavin is sure gonna give Hank an ego, making those noises and looking so pretty for him. Hank takes a deep breath to steady himself and reaches back to his bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his fingers before he starts stroking Gavin again. This is Gavin. Hank's gonna make this good. He loves him. Even with Gavin offering himself up, bending and moaning for him, Hank's voice is surprisingly tender when he starts trailing his hand further down. ]
[ The award for most enthusiastic consent given goes to Ezra Kamski. He purrs as he watches Hank get the lube and mewls wantonly as he starts to touch him again. And tilts his head to expose his neck for him when his hands start to head downwards.
Gavin's had plenty of sex, mostly one night stands. He's never fucked or been fucked by someone he had true, genuine feelings for though. Holy shit, is this what making love is like? He's gonna come apart at the seems. He finally looks back at Hank, pupils blown. ]
[ Fuck, Hank has to lick his lips when Gavin offers his like that. Seeing how much Gavin wants this is hitting Hank deep. Fuck. He leans forward and starts mouthing at the mark again, all while his hand slides lower, slick fingers pressing up against Gavin's ass. Fuck. Those words, the trust, it's... Fuck.
The words are on the tip of Hank's tongue. He really does want to say it. I love you. It's not hard. Instead, he says: ]
[ His toes curl as his lips hit his neck, sighing. He sucks in a gasp when his fingers start to press inside him, gulping audibly.
The tender touches and sweet words say it all. He knows on some instinctual level that Hank loves him too. Would they even be doing this, if he didn't? But he cracks a little grin. ]
You want me to wreck that cute little ass of yours?
[ Hank growls a murmur against Gavin's neck, that desire to take and claim hitting him harder the more time he spends licking and kissing his skin. Fuck. He presses a finger inside Gavin, working slow and steady to get him nice and comfortable. Some part of Hank knows it's going to take a bit to get Gavin stretched enough to handle him, but that's probably the only thing that's holding him back right now. Fuck, he just wants Gavin so bad, but he's an alpha and it's on him to care for his mate. He's gotta be gentle. He loves Gavin. They aren't on the full moon just yet, so he's open to some input. ]
[ He gasps at the continuing pressure, reaching up to grab a hand into Hank's hair again. Pant, pant, heave. Fuck. It's like every sensation is dialed up 200%; werewolf senses? The man you love's finger in your ass? Both? God, he's gonna die. He could finish right now if he wanted to, but he won't.
He turns his head a bit so he can murmur right into Hank's ear, teeth grazing his skin. ]
Yeah. You think I haven't been fucking myself thinking about you already? C'mon.
[ Fuck. Fuck. Hank was—He'd felt it when Gavin held his neck and got himself off but. Jesus. He groans, speeding up and pressing in deeper because at this rate he's going to lose it before they even actually fuck. ]
Fuckkk. [ Hank takes another deep breath, taking in all that want and heat and just. Fuck. He doesn't even need to touch himself, Gavin's doing a damn good job of getting him hard just like this. ] Christ, Ezra.
[ Gavin gasps again, moaning, but he's grinning like the cocky little shit he is. Big and bright, eyes sparkling, despite the heavy breathing and sweat starting to bead on his brow. ]
Knew that'd get your engines goin'. [ With that, he brings his legs up and wraps them around his hips. ] You already feel so fucking good. C'mon, I won't break.
[ Christ, he's really gonna lose it like this. How'd one guy get to be this hot? He smells and sounds and tastes so good, it should really be little surprise. What a fucking cocky kid. Fuck, Hank loves it though. He smiles. Even with the sweat and the day they've had, he feels good. He hasn't felt this good or this light in so long. ]
Careful what you wish for, kid.
[ Hank adds a second finger and starts scissoring him much faster than he would otherwise, sliding in and out with a twist of his wrists. If Gavin says he won't break, then consider that challenge accepted. ]
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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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Mmm—Forever.
[ They have forever. Or well, however long the two of them live, which will be a long time. It means they don't have to hurry, but that doesn't mean Hank isn't going to. Because he's waited long enough, frankly. He sucks on Gavin's lip and brings his hand down to Gavin's cock, grabbing him and giving him a slow stroke. ]
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Forever. Your Ezra. [ Because in moments like this where they're alone and exposed, he's Ezra.
He moans into Hank's mouth at the stroke, leaning up into his hand. Yes, touch. Keep touching. He presses his knee right against the zipper of Hank's pants, hard. ]
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[ Hank smiles down at him, happy to use Gavin's real name. He's one of the few people who even know about it -- another secret to be shared between them, adding yet another layer of intimacy to everything they already have.
Fuck, but he feels good. That knee is going to kill him. Hank moans and tightens his hold on Ezra, stroking again and letting him go just as fast. ]
I have to -- pants. We're wearing way too much clothes.
[ Hank is definitely just going to start ripping his clothes off, his alpha instincts ain't got time to sit back and fold them. ]
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He whimpers when Hank lets go, but opens his eyes to grin at him even though his chest is heaving with each inhale. ]
You definitely are.
[ And then he helps him rip off his jeans, and then goes for the underwear. Let him see!! Touch!! He growls a little. ]
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You can fix that. Right, Ezra?
[ Hank snickers a bit, breathy and amused as Ezra helps him out of his clothes. He shifts his hips into Ezra's hands and rips the band to get them off without needing to slide them off. He's happy to let his mate see and touch him. ]
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He holds onto Hank's hips as his head hits the pillow again and he just sort of... sighs. And admires. Fuck, he's so fucking lucky. He gets this gorgeous hunk of a man all to himself for the foreseeable forever. He bites his lip again. ]
Still can't believe you want me.
[ It's not self deprecating, just said more reverent than anything else. He presses his thumbs into Hank's hips, a heavy pressure like the one he'd used on him moments earlier. ]
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[ Yeah I guess that's gonna be a thing now. Hank presses against Ezra's touch and purrs softly. He's just so happy to be with his mate like this, to have someone dear to him, who cares about him and would even fight his ex wife for him. Shit, he's the one who's lucky here. Gavin's young and hot and strong and Hank wouldn't want anyone else.
He reaches back down and kisses him, pulling Gavin's lip between his teeth with a growl and a smile. ]
I want every part of you.
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It's all yours. I'm all yours, fella.
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Yeah, Hank said he was gonna fuck Gavin, but damn if that isn't a plan for next time. Hank growls right back, dragging his hands back to Gavin's cock with a grin. ]
I like the sound of that.
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He gasps out a moan as Hank grabs his dick again, curling his spine and turning his head into the pillow. He may start biting at it; his only response is a positively filthy groan. ]
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[ Boy, Gavin is sure gonna give Hank an ego, making those noises and looking so pretty for him. Hank takes a deep breath to steady himself and reaches back to his bedside table, grabbing a bottle of lube and coating his fingers before he starts stroking Gavin again. This is Gavin. Hank's gonna make this good. He loves him. Even with Gavin offering himself up, bending and moaning for him, Hank's voice is surprisingly tender when he starts trailing his hand further down. ]
I'll take care of you.
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[ The award for most enthusiastic consent given goes to Ezra Kamski. He purrs as he watches Hank get the lube and mewls wantonly as he starts to touch him again. And tilts his head to expose his neck for him when his hands start to head downwards.
Gavin's had plenty of sex, mostly one night stands. He's never fucked or been fucked by someone he had true, genuine feelings for though. Holy shit, is this what making love is like? He's gonna come apart at the seems. He finally looks back at Hank, pupils blown. ]
I know you will. I trust you.
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The words are on the tip of Hank's tongue. He really does want to say it. I love you. It's not hard. Instead, he says: ]
Fuck, you're hot.
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The tender touches and sweet words say it all. He knows on some instinctual level that Hank loves him too. Would they even be doing this, if he didn't? But he cracks a little grin. ]
Y'gonna do something about it then, big guy?
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[ Hank growls a murmur against Gavin's neck, that desire to take and claim hitting him harder the more time he spends licking and kissing his skin. Fuck. He presses a finger inside Gavin, working slow and steady to get him nice and comfortable. Some part of Hank knows it's going to take a bit to get Gavin stretched enough to handle him, but that's probably the only thing that's holding him back right now. Fuck, he just wants Gavin so bad, but he's an alpha and it's on him to care for his mate. He's gotta be gentle. He loves Gavin. They aren't on the full moon just yet, so he's open to some input. ]
You want me to speed up?
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[ He gasps at the continuing pressure, reaching up to grab a hand into Hank's hair again. Pant, pant, heave. Fuck. It's like every sensation is dialed up 200%; werewolf senses? The man you love's finger in your ass? Both? God, he's gonna die. He could finish right now if he wanted to, but he won't.
He turns his head a bit so he can murmur right into Hank's ear, teeth grazing his skin. ]
Yeah. You think I haven't been fucking myself thinking about you already? C'mon.
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Fuckkk. [ Hank takes another deep breath, taking in all that want and heat and just. Fuck. He doesn't even need to touch himself, Gavin's doing a damn good job of getting him hard just like this. ] Christ, Ezra.
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Knew that'd get your engines goin'. [ With that, he brings his legs up and wraps them around his hips. ] You already feel so fucking good. C'mon, I won't break.
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Careful what you wish for, kid.
[ Hank adds a second finger and starts scissoring him much faster than he would otherwise, sliding in and out with a twist of his wrists. If Gavin says he won't break, then consider that challenge accepted. ]
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