donotlick | spooky scary

Yeah, you want it, don't ya?

[ 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.

Yes, yes. Please.

[ 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.

[ 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: ]

Fuck, you're hot.

[ 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. ]

Y'gonna do something about it then, big guy?

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. ]

You want me to speed up?

Absolutely.

[ 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. ]

[ That's all Gavin wants for Hank, for him to feel good. About life, about himself. It's funny how things change; he'd been so angry because he was disappointed and heartbroken. But now it's different.

But any and all tender thoughts are quickly cut off by Hank's change in approach. ] A-Ah, Hank. [ He growls, pressing his lips into his ear again and nipping at the cartilage. ] Yeah, that's it. F-Fuck.

[ Gavin's always liked it a little rough... not really BDSM territory but he always liked it when he still felt it the next day. Being able to take a lot more physical stuff? Best fucking thing ever. ]

[ Hank definitely leans his head into Gavin's lips, that's the good shit. ]

You like that, huh?

[ He growls as he speeds up with his fingers and stretches Gavin out. That werewolf resilience really works out, with how it lets Hank work him open. He's not quite aiming for his prostate yet, but he might just brush over it, just a little. ]

[ Oh shit. When he brushes against it Gavin goes momentarily silent, biting his tongue and just sighing in one long exhale. Oh fuck. This is gonna feel so fucking good....

He grabs at Hank's face and tries to maneuver him down for another kiss. ] I love you. Fuck, I love you so much.

[ Jesus, for all his dirty talk, Gavin's honest, heartfelt confession hits Hank deeper than anything else. Shit. It's getting harder to keep taking it slow. ]

Fuck, Ezra.

[ Look, he's bad at words. But he can show him how he feels. Hank kisses back and parts his lips, all the while working his fingers deeper and spreading them wider, working Gavin up to what they both need. ]

Fuck.

That's the plan.

[ He's such a shit. But he moans into his mouth and tugs him closer. Gavin's thighs tremble as he spreads him out more, relishing in the feeling. And the excitement of what it'll feel like when Hank fills him up. ]

You're gonna feel so good.

[ Hank pants and nods against his lips, breathing loud as he pulls back for a moment. Look, he's gonna need more lube and he plans to add a third finger, but not before he goes and brushes his prostate again, just as he pulls out. Gotta give him something to miss him for. ]

Fuck, yeah.

[ Hank coats his fingers liberally, rubbing his hands together to warm it up before he slips his fingers back into Gavin. ]

Lookin' forward to it, big guy.

[ Gavin whimpers again, instantly missing the feeling. Fuck, it doesn't usually feel this good but those teasing fingers of his... he's gonna die. It's gonna be so good.

And then they're back inside him with one extra and he moans again, eyes fluttering. ]

A-Almost, fuck.

[ He finds himself trying to rut into his fingers, to get them to keep brushing that spot. Getting impatient, are we? ]

[ Fuck, Gavin feels good trying to fuck himself on his fingers. Fuck. Hank growls, growing impatient with himself most of all. His instincts say take but he's going to be good and take care of his mate, dammit. Maybe it means he ends up stroking himself a bit, but he just can't wait. ]

Almost there, babe. Almost.

Never been good at being patient. [ He manages a smirk, getting a little toothy now. He has complete control though, just feeling so much. This is probably what happens when you mate a new beta, whoops.

But he manages to reach up and help Hank stroke himself with trembling fingers, purring softly. Fuck, he looks so good above him like this... he can't fucking wait. ]

[ Hank wouldn't have him any other way. He's maybe not as good an alpha as he could be, but he doesn't care when it means having Gavin like this. Hank answers his purrs with a keen, his voice low and raspy with anticipation. ]

Me neither.

[ Stretching Gavin is nice and all, but now that he's touching him and making such soft noises, he's not going to be able to wait much longer. He's already pushing it, having Gavin so open to him like this. With Gavin's hand joining his, he's going to need to hurry the fuck up. ]

[ It's a wonderful kind of torture, really. Gavin keens in response, working his fingers along Hank's dick. Hearing that raspy rumble quickly uses up any remaining patience he may have had. ]

C'mon. I won't break. I need you inside me.

[ He says it so emphatically it doesn't even sound like hyperbole, dammit Gavin. ]

Fuck.

[ Hank's not the most eloquent on a good day, but this a great day and he's still got nothing better than that. With Gavin touching him and begging like that, how can he refuse? He drags his fingers in and out a few more times, quickly, growing tired with the wait.

He should just take him now. He's his mate, he belongs to Hank and they belong to each other. Gavin said it himself, he won't break. Hank slips his fingers out of him, breaths ragged with impatience and arousal. ]

Okay, fuck. Okay.

[ Hank wants him so bad he's practically light-headed. His dick is hard and ready under his and Gavin's hands. Hank grab onto Gavin's hips to steady himself, he barely needs to move to slot himself up to Gavin's rim and press the head right up against him. ]

Ready?

[ He's still trembling in excitement, another smile pulling at his lips as Hank finally gets the picture. Gavin's dizzy himself, glad to be horizontal on the bed. There's no way he could sit up right then, so drunk on this arousal. On Hank, his mate. Fuck.

When his head is against his rim he groans and growls, tilting his head back to expose his neck. He reaches up to touch his mark, so Hank can know exactly how this is making him feel. ]

Yes. Please, Hank. Please.

[ Yeah, fuck, his own arousal is one thing but feeling Gavin's alongside his is almost too much—it's wonderful. Hank growls deep in his chest and thrusts down, solid and steady but hard. ]

Fuuuck. Fuck, Ezra.

[ Gavin's tight, warm body and hot, heady arousal is not making it easy for him to take it slow. Maybe that's not such a bad thing. Hank quickly shifts and ruts against him again, just as hard and steady as the first time. Fuck, Hank wants this. His mate. He's pretty sure he was made to fuck his mate. ]

[ When Hank thrusts into him, he gasps so hard all the wind is knocked out of his lungs. His head dips back and he presses his nails into his own neck, his eyes flashing amber for a second.

And again. He chokes on his own moans, his fingers drawing little pinpricks of blood on his neck. ]

Ha~ank.

[ It's hoarse, raspy, and absolutely filthy. He matches his pace with his hips, relishing the feeling of him filling him up and hitting right there. ]

[ Fuck, the smell of Gavin's blood shouldn't do it for Hank, but it sure does. Hank can feel every move in their bond and the blood makes him chase the taste—he thrusts again, leaning forward to lick and suck on Gavin's neck. Everything... sound, taste, smell—every sense he has is tuned in on Gavin and the overwhelming arousal between them and it all feels so perfect. Hank couldn't possibly last long like this.

He growls loud, shifting his hips and sucking on Gavin's neck and moaning against him. It's hard to tell where one of them ends and the other begins like this. What could be better? ]

Fuck. Fuck.

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