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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. ]

[ 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.

Me too.

[ 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.

You can do me next time.

[ 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.

[ 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. ]

If it's like that every time? Definitely not.

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?

[ He's obviously teasing. ]

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.

Hank's gonna need to get Gavin a ring. Wow. ]

You feeling alright?

[ 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?

You were born after Y2K, you're young.

[ 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.

Yeah, by two years.

[ 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! ]

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[ 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. ]

[ Damn, Gavin's cute fucking smile totally disarms Hank, that kiss and those words may as well be stabbing him through the heart with how deep they get to him. Put a fork in him, he's done. He loves Gavin so fucking much. ]

...Thanks.

[ He scoots closer, leaning down to press his forehead against Gavin's. Or Ezra's. Hank doesn't care. He just loves him. Werewolf stuff or not. ]

I'll try to deserve you, babe.

[ Hank's got his own big warm hands wrapped softly around Gavin's heart. He feels so... fuzzy inside. So happy, content. Still. It's such a novel and welcome feeling.

He nuzzles Hank's nose softly. ]

Of course you deserve it. None of that talk when I'm around, okay? [ He kisses him again. ] 'Cause I could easily say the same.

[ Hank kisses back. He can almost believe him, laying here and feeling as good as he does. He smiles soft, every warm beat of his heart somehow making him feel hope. God, spending the next several hundred with Ezra might be alright. It might not suck as much as he'd thought. ]

Yeah. Alright.

[ Hank brushes a hand over Gavin's neck, just to feel some of Gavin's contentedness for himself. Funny, he doesn't usually let himself have nice things. Maybe that can change. ]

Much as I'm happy to lay here, we should get in the shower.

[ His chest rumbles with a soft purr as he touches his mark. He's so very happy, Hank, and you're entirely the cause. He hopes he can help you slowly learn just how good you are...

He kisses his chin and then snickers. ]

Yeah, definitely. Before my ass gets all crusty.

[ When you don't need condoms... Gavin's gonna have to get used to the mess, clearly. ]

And uh, maybe change the sheets while we're at it.

[ Hank snorts. It's definitely true that condoms would have made the whole mess less... messy, but now that they're bonded they're going to share everything. There's no way their instincts would stand for anything, even a condom, between them. Gee, won't the dreams and memories be fun? They're probably lucky a few ripped clothes are the worst of the damage. ]

Right. [ Hank reaches up and messes with Gavin's hair. He's just so cute? ] I'll toss the sheets in if you wanna start the tap.

[ His hair has definitely come undone from its gel and is all over his forehead, making him look a little younger. Gavin snickers. Yep, no need for any shame or privacy anymore. (Small fucking favors Gavin can't get pregnant, good lord.) ]

Sounds like a plan.

[ Have a pinch to your tum, Hank. He sits up with a few pops of his joints and starts to get out of bed. Yeah there's still... a mess. He books it to the bathroom and turns on the faucet, getting some tissues to tend to it in the mean time. ]

[ It's a very cute look. Definitely part of the reason why Hank keeps insisting Gavin is "young." Look, if you were born in a year not starting in 19, you'll always be a child to him. It's just a millennial problem. And yeah, it's pretty hard to have privacy with someone who can feel what you feel, so Hank's not even gonna bother feeling shame about their whole... everything. Christ, at least that's something they won't have to worry about.

(There's definitely a bad anecdote about Hank and Beth having sex too close to the full moon and Hank not being able to get it up if a condom was involved because wolf instincts, but it's a story best left forgotten.)

Hank chuckles, watching Gavin's ass as he retreats to the bathroom. He'll have to get used to how much Gavin likes his belly, he supposes. There are worse things out there, at least this makes him feel less self-conscious about it. Hank rolls onto his back and stretches, standing up and looking over the mess they made of the bed.

Some deep, instinctual part of him, is very happy about it. His room smells like sex and Gavin and it's good. It's a smell he could get used to. ]

Hey, don't sweat it. It's all going in the wash anyway.

[ Gavin is definitely Into every part of Hank's body. He wouldn't care if he suddenly had abs again but he's definitely found he likes to... touch. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

It definitely smells like sex and it's fucking fantastic but the 'raised by neurotic parents' thing slips in and he cleans at it before he notices. And then wipes at a few still dirty spots on his thighs. ]

Just trying not to be a complete heathen. [ He jokes, leaning up to smooch him on the cheek. ] I'll meet you in the shower, hot stuff.

[ Enjoy the booty as he heads back into the bathroom. ]

Please. We're already werewolves. The heathen bit is practically fucking implied. [ Hank chuckles. He'll let Gavin do his thing if he really wants to. It nets him a free kiss, which is pretty nice. He's got such a cute booty, ok. Hank's a big fan. ] Don't have too much fun without me.

[ They're both way too spent to go again, but it never hurts to joke. Hank rolls out of bed properly and yanks the sheets off the bed in a single motion. Taking them to the washing machines means going into the garage, which he totally does while naked because whatever, it's his own home. Who cares? Hank doesn't, for once.

He joins Gavin in the bathroom a minute or so later. ]

Miss me?

Never dream of it.

[ He turns on the shower head and steps in, taking a big deep breath and exhaling slowly. Fuck, this is almost too good to be true. Getting the guy of his dreams and having mind blowing sex? With real feelings? What is this, a fuckin' fairy tale?

...well they are werewolves. Not too far off the mark.

He quickly cleans his more 'intimate' areas before Hank slips in the shower. Gavin turns and grins at him, hair even more plastered on his face from the water. ]

Terribly. C'mere. [ He tugs Hank under the water and reaches for the shampoo. ]

[ Seriously, how cute can you be, Gavin?? Hank does as instructed, stepping into the shower with a grin. The water feels great, but the company's even better. ]

You want me to bend down there, champ?

[ Sorry, Gavin... but you're kinda short compared to Hank. ]

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