[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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? ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Well, it's close to saying it back. It's very close. He means it though. Entirely. Hank loves Gavin, he could never love anyone else the way he loves Gavin. Gavin is on his skin and in his blood and it's good and it makes Hank feel whole for the first time in far, far too long. Even with his skin tingling and his hips aching and the mess between them, Hank knows he loves this man. They are so married.
Hank pulls back from the fresh bite on Gavin's neck, licking the blood clean and watching the skin heal. He doesn't try to stop the purr in his chest or even the smile on his face as he shifts so that he can look Gavin in the eye and wipe away his tears. ]
Shit. [ Yep, he loves him. He sure does. Woah. Being mated is intense. ] We... damn.
[ His senses are finally fully returning and he just... grins. It's a lazy, sleepy grin but it's there. Oh, he knows. He'll get you to say it eventually, big guy.
His hips are aching as well, even as the soreness starts to slowly heal itself. It's a wonderful ache and he almost wishes the bruises would stay for days. Gavin leans into his fingers as he wipes away his tears. ]
Yeah, holy shit. [ He leans in to give him a quick little smooch. Then looks down at himself. ] I'm a mess.
[ Uh, yeah, that slipped out? Freudian slip, maybe. The kiss makes him blush -- they just did way more than kiss but somehow that little peck makes Hank feel all warm and fuzzy? Christ. Hank eases himself out of Gavin, shifting so he can lay beside him in bed. He can tell the soreness is already starting to heal, but he wishes it'd stay too.
I mean, he won't wish that tomorrow, but for now it'd be kinda nice. Ah well. It's a minor downside as far as things go. Hank rolls onto his side, wiping up the mess on their stomachs with his hand and licking his fingers clean. Definitely a werewolf thing. He briefly considered licking him clean. He still might. ]
[ He's so fucking cute when he blushes... but oh. His eyes are suddenly wide and he perks up, sitting up a little. ]
Wait, really?
[ And then he winces and falls back again. Okay, yeah, round two not happening tonight. But oh fuck, he'd spent so long thinking of getting railed by Hank he hadn't even considered he could rail Hank. Life is so fucking good right now.
But oh, it's Gavin's turn to blush as he cleans him up. He can't even find it gross just... sweet. And kinda hot. So he's rosy cheeked as he grins and curls into him. He definitely needs to get in the shower to clean his ass but there's no rush. ]
Yeah. Being an alpha doesn't mean I'm never gonna want to switch it up.
[ Hank shrugs and chuckles when Gavin perks up. He's definitely way too tired to go again, and frankly having sex that intense more than once a night might send him to an early grave. But it's nice to know the interest is there. They would definitely turn heads if people knew.
And yeah, Hank's not really one to enjoy the taste of some other guy's spunk usually, but this is some kind of special case. He savors every last drop from his fingers, enjoying the warmth and the bright, contented feeling he gets from having Gavin by his side. ]
Probably helps that we're mated, huh? This-- [ The finger thing. The blood. The biting. ] ...should feel weird, but it doesn't.
[ Definitely never been a kink of his either, but things change when you're a werewolf. He just watches him clean and take care of him, feeling warm and fuzzy and safe. Wanted. Loved.
He's still a little flushed as he presses his nose into his chest, taking a deep breath. Mated... he can't believe it. No fucking wonder his feelings have been almost impossible to manage. ]
Can't believe you married me on our first date, you dirty old man. What will the neighbors think?
Guess I better chalk it up to a midlife crisis, marrying some hot, young coworker.
[ Hank chuckles, Hank's taking this alpha thing to heart -- Gavin is his, and he'll take care of him. Watch over him. It's no surprise Hank had been so unbearable without Gavin, or why it was getting harder to focus on work the longer Gavin spent away from him. Well, they'll figure it out. Now that they both know at least there won't be anymore weird flirting incidents or anything. Mated means for life.
[ Gavin gives him a look. ] Flattering, but I ain't that young.
[ Definitely explains why he was offering himself up to him in public constantly. Needed the emotional validation of their bond. So he nuzzles into his chest hair again, purring. ]
Just fine. Best I have in forever, just messy. [ He looks up at him cutely. ] You?
[ Hank huffs a laugh. God, he's happy. It's such a strange feeling after being so totally fucked over for years and years. From the werewolf thing to losing Cole and later his wife, Hank hadn't felt good in a long time.
It might actually make him cry a little bit? Yeah, he's crying. How embarrassing. ]
[ He watches him huff and look happy, his heart singing when... wait. Is he crying? Hank's crying. They're probably happy tears but oh fuck. He reaches up to cup his face gently, brows knitting together. ]
These better be happy tears, fella.
[ He brushes at his eyes with his thumbs so sweetly. ]
Yeah. [ Hank laughs. Fuck, he's crying. Some alpha he is. ] Yeah, they are.
[ Hank looks over at Gavin, smiling for what feels like the first time in his life. He's been faking it for so long, this is deeply weird to him. He laughs, leans into Gavin's touch and reaches over to hold his wrists. ]
I'm... not used to being happy. Feels like I'm pulling a muscle here.
[ it doesn't, but maybe it should? this can't be normal! ]
[ He kisses under an eye and looks back at him, a very sweet and tender little smile on his face. Ah, he's so in love with this man he's got in his arms. ]
You deserve to feel happy, Hank. You deserve the world and I'm gonna try so hard to give it to you.
[ He slips a foot in between his legs and scoots closer. ]
More than just this werewolf stuff, as me. As Gavin and Ezra. [ He grins and it's a little wobbly now, his eyes getting misty themselves. ]
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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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[ 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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Finish inside. Please. [ And then he flops his head back, exposing his neck. He sees stars behind his eyelids. ]
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The neighbors are definitely complaining after this. ]
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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.
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[ Well, it's close to saying it back. It's very close. He means it though. Entirely. Hank loves Gavin, he could never love anyone else the way he loves Gavin. Gavin is on his skin and in his blood and it's good and it makes Hank feel whole for the first time in far, far too long. Even with his skin tingling and his hips aching and the mess between them, Hank knows he loves this man. They are so married.
Hank pulls back from the fresh bite on Gavin's neck, licking the blood clean and watching the skin heal. He doesn't try to stop the purr in his chest or even the smile on his face as he shifts so that he can look Gavin in the eye and wipe away his tears. ]
Shit. [ Yep, he loves him. He sure does. Woah. Being mated is intense. ] We... damn.
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His hips are aching as well, even as the soreness starts to slowly heal itself. It's a wonderful ache and he almost wishes the bruises would stay for days. Gavin leans into his fingers as he wipes away his tears. ]
Yeah, holy shit. [ He leans in to give him a quick little smooch. Then looks down at himself. ] I'm a mess.
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[ Uh, yeah, that slipped out? Freudian slip, maybe. The kiss makes him blush -- they just did way more than kiss but somehow that little peck makes Hank feel all warm and fuzzy? Christ. Hank eases himself out of Gavin, shifting so he can lay beside him in bed. He can tell the soreness is already starting to heal, but he wishes it'd stay too.
I mean, he won't wish that tomorrow, but for now it'd be kinda nice. Ah well. It's a minor downside as far as things go. Hank rolls onto his side, wiping up the mess on their stomachs with his hand and licking his fingers clean. Definitely a werewolf thing. He briefly considered licking him clean. He still might. ]
Maybe being a werewolf ain't so bad.
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Wait, really?
[ And then he winces and falls back again. Okay, yeah, round two not happening tonight. But oh fuck, he'd spent so long thinking of getting railed by Hank he hadn't even considered he could rail Hank. Life is so fucking good right now.
But oh, it's Gavin's turn to blush as he cleans him up. He can't even find it gross just... sweet. And kinda hot. So he's rosy cheeked as he grins and curls into him. He definitely needs to get in the shower to clean his ass but there's no rush. ]
If it's like that every time? Definitely not.
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[ Hank shrugs and chuckles when Gavin perks up. He's definitely way too tired to go again, and frankly having sex that intense more than once a night might send him to an early grave. But it's nice to know the interest is there. They would definitely turn heads if people knew.
And yeah, Hank's not really one to enjoy the taste of some other guy's spunk usually, but this is some kind of special case. He savors every last drop from his fingers, enjoying the warmth and the bright, contented feeling he gets from having Gavin by his side. ]
Probably helps that we're mated, huh? This-- [ The finger thing. The blood. The biting. ] ...should feel weird, but it doesn't.
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He's still a little flushed as he presses his nose into his chest, taking a deep breath. Mated... he can't believe it. No fucking wonder his feelings have been almost impossible to manage. ]
Can't believe you married me on our first date, you dirty old man. What will the neighbors think?
[ He's obviously teasing. ]
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[ Hank chuckles, Hank's taking this alpha thing to heart -- Gavin is his, and he'll take care of him. Watch over him. It's no surprise Hank had been so unbearable without Gavin, or why it was getting harder to focus on work the longer Gavin spent away from him. Well, they'll figure it out. Now that they both know at least there won't be anymore weird flirting incidents or anything. Mated means for life.
Hank's gonna need to get Gavin a ring. Wow. ]
You feeling alright?
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[ Definitely explains why he was offering himself up to him in public constantly. Needed the emotional validation of their bond. So he nuzzles into his chest hair again, purring. ]
Just fine. Best I have in forever, just messy. [ He looks up at him cutely. ] You?
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[ Hank huffs a laugh. God, he's happy. It's such a strange feeling after being so totally fucked over for years and years. From the werewolf thing to losing Cole and later his wife, Hank hadn't felt good in a long time.
It might actually make him cry a little bit? Yeah, he's crying. How embarrassing. ]
Best I've felt in years. Fuck.
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[ He watches him huff and look happy, his heart singing when... wait. Is he crying? Hank's crying. They're probably happy tears but oh fuck. He reaches up to cup his face gently, brows knitting together. ]
These better be happy tears, fella.
[ He brushes at his eyes with his thumbs so sweetly. ]
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[ Hank looks over at Gavin, smiling for what feels like the first time in his life. He's been faking it for so long, this is deeply weird to him. He laughs, leans into Gavin's touch and reaches over to hold his wrists. ]
I'm... not used to being happy. Feels like I'm pulling a muscle here.
[ it doesn't, but maybe it should? this can't be normal! ]
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You deserve to feel happy, Hank. You deserve the world and I'm gonna try so hard to give it to you.
[ He slips a foot in between his legs and scoots closer. ]
More than just this werewolf stuff, as me. As Gavin and Ezra. [ He grins and it's a little wobbly now, his eyes getting misty themselves. ]
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