spooky scary

[donotlick]

aka: a psl for grumpy cops

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[ 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.

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[ 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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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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? ]

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[ 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.

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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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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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?

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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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[ He cries out as he licks at his neck... hope your house has decent soundproofing Hank because wow they're making a lot of noise.

Any and all other thoughts besides Hank are out of his mind. He's been achingly hard the entire time and it's not getting any better, especially as Hank keeps hitting him right in the sweet spot so forcefully. Fuck, he's in the same boat. Not much longer.

He wraps his arms around Hank's shoulders, digging his fingers into his skin and dragging them down. Enough to leave red marks, easily healed over. ]

H-Hank, fuck. Mine.

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[ It doesn't. Good thing Hank only has one immediate neighbor. Welp. They're gonna complain to him tomorrow.

Hank presses closer each time he slams into Gavin, his stomach pressing up against him as he digs in and holds on tight. He starts biting at Gavin's neck, nothing sharp, but with building intent. The marks feel good, Gavin feels good, the pressure and arousal building inside him and just below his belly feels good. Everything about this is better than Hank's ever had. At least it feels that way, since it's all he can think about. ]

Yours, Ezra. Your alpha.

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[ Whoops.

With every deeper thrust his eyes flash amber and the growl in his voice gets more and more intense. He digs his nails into the flesh of Hank's back again, feeling warm blood gently seep under his nails. He tightens his legs around him, brings him closer and closer. There's lava curling in his belly, a pressure so intense it's euphoric intense of unbearable and he can barely hear anything over the rush of his blood in his veins. ]

Only mine, forever. [ He clenches tighter, crying out. ] Not... much longer.

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[ Hank moans and purrs with pleasure, the sharp pain only adding another edge to the arousal rocking through him. All of his senses are wild and focused on Gavin, he can hear the loud drumming of his heartbeat and sense the intense rush of desire coursing through him. It's a perfect echo to Hank's own. Hank keeps rutting against him, harder and closer and Gavin is so perfect. Gavin is everything. Gavin, Ezra, it doesn't matter. ]

Mine. Always. [ Hank breathes out. He's so close he has to close his golden eyes to keep it going, but god it feels so good he just wants to hold out. Just a bit longer. Just for him. ] Always. Fuck.

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[ Now with every thrust his vision whites out. His voice is a creak, like a dam just about to burst from the pressure. He clenches and tugs Hank even lower, turning to mewl right into his ear. ]

Finish inside. Please. [ And then he flops his head back, exposing his neck. He sees stars behind his eyelids. ]

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[ Yeah, Hank's not gonna say no to that. Everything is sharp and loud and pulling him against Gavin, every breath and movement and thought just take, claim, mate. Hank does just that. Shaking, growling, and flush as hell, Hank comes inside Gavin. He bites down on his neck, sharp teeth digging into the mark again with a stark, loud growl that would probably tell even Sumo to back off and stay away from Hank's mate.

The neighbors are definitely complaining after this. ]

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[ Gavin cries out as well, a desperate howl of need. He's claimed, marked, he's his alpha's mate. His, only his, don't even breathe in his presence if you aren't Hank. (Married, so married.) Hank's warmth fills him up and he shudders.

Gavin finishes at the same time, leaving a mess on his and Hank's stomach. He's still trembling as they come down from this, entirely spent and aching in all the best sorts of ways. Oh, he's completely come undone. All that he is, it's Hank's.

His pulse is finally slowing down but he doesn't move yet, only managing to open his eyes. A few tears slip out, eyes having watered when they were done. ]

Love you.