donotlick | spooky scary

Yep, pretty much. I know I'm my own twisted tangle of issues too.

[ He loves his brother to the ends of the earth but... yeah. You don't make an entire race of individuals if you're mentally well adjusted, do you?

Gavin purrs and leans in more, tracing the ink more. ]

I've always wondered what it meant to you. If you wanna share, I mean.

[ He's got his own tattoo, the watercolor red flowers in between his shoulder blades for his grandma. Nobody really sees it that much, but he doesn't hide who it's for. ]

Well, you're still good, so don't worry about it.

[ He grabs a bottle and starts scrubbing conditioner into Gavin's hair. Yes, Hank owns conditioner now. You can thank Connor for that.

He's quite enjoying Gavin's hands on him. He smiles. ]

I was... uh. It's a long story. I was fresh out of college, wanted something that would stick around.

[ He's glossing over some stuff, maybe. Probably. ]

[ Ooh, conditioner, how fancy. It's very hard to not just melt under his hands, but he does keep up the little touches of his own. Just touch your mate all over, map his skin with your hands. Fuck. He loves him so much.

Gavin snickers. ]

Makes sense. It's definitely eye catching.

[ They've got enough time together now that he'll find out the story, there's no rush. ]

[ Conditioner and a head massage, boy, they're both gonna take such long showers now. It's great. ]

Yeah, I didn't have much to lose, you know? DPD don't care if you've got ink or what.

[ Hank shrugs and keeps touching him. Touching his mate is all kinds of soothing, he could probably do it all day, actually. ]

I guess I wanted to stand out.

Which you already do by being so goddamn tall.

[ He's teasing out of love. Ooh look, a bar of soap. Gavin grabs it and starts rubbing it across Hank's chest and shoulders. Soap up your boo.

Gavin let's out a little rumble then yawns a little. ]

Between all that and the hot water, fuck. Gonna sleep well tonight.

[ Hank hums. Mmm, that's nice. He hasn't felt this content in a while. Having a mate is pretty fucking sweet. ]

Yeah, same here. Didn't think I'd manage it, what with almost losing you, but... shit. This is corny.

[ Hank rests his arms on Gavin's shoulders, smiling at him softly. ]

Having you here with me, knowing you're safe... that's all I need.

[ Aw... and here he was just making a quip about the rowdy, wall slamming sex they'd just had. Hank, you big softie. Not that Gavin's any better, his expression softening as well. ]

Yeah? Me too. [ He leans up to kiss him sweetly, soap and water be damned. ] Got everything I need right here.

[ Well, and the cat. ]

[ He's a big, giant softie, don't let anybody else know, ok. Well, Connor knows. But no one else!! ]

Yeah.

[ Hank kisses back, tender and gentle and soft. Wow. He's gonna combust with all this sweet bullshit. Is he turning red from the heat or embarrassment?? He pulls back and clears his throat. Oh, yeah, he's bright red. ]

Uh, we should... I'm getting all pruny, let's hurry this up.

Yes, let's. [ He takes them both under the water again for one final rinse. And brings up his hands to cup Hank's adorably red face. ]

Anyone ever tell you you're cute as hell when you blush? [ And then he leans up to lay another smooch on him. ]

[ Naturally, Gavin's comment makes him blush more. Hank splutters a bit, trying (not really trying) to move out of Gavin's grip. ]

Shut up. I'm not "cute."

[ He says, cutely. And blushing deeper. Whatever, he's definitely trying to step out of the tub now. Bye, Gavin!! ]

[ And Gavin full body laughs as he watches him scramble out of the shower. ]

See? You're so fucking cute.

[ He shuts off the water and pulls back the curtain, stepping out. And then he reaches for a towel and starts to dry off. His hair is sticking up every which way as he works head to toe. ]

[ Hank blushes deeper but doesn't dispute it. He grabs the spare towel and starts drying off his hair, then the rest of him. He would argue Gavin is way cuter? I mean, look at that hair. He snorts. ]

You're the one who's cute.

[ Hank finishes drying himself off and drapes the towel over his shoulders. He grabs a hair brush and a hair tie and puts his hair up in a ponytail. It's gonna mess up his hair tomorrow, but whatever. ]

C'mon. It's a long fucking day and I just wanna sleep.

[ Y'all haven't even had dinner but whatever. The "you need to be there so I can cuddle you" is implied in his tone. ]

[ He just grins, knowing full well his hair looks silly. ]

I am one adorable motherfucker, it's true.

[ He smooths down his hair and finds some of Hank's lotion and slobbers it on. Still have vague dry skin issues even as a werewolf, so annoying. And they don't need dinner after escapes like that, definitely. ]

Yes, change the sheets and go to sleep. [ "And I will let you cuddle me, you goof" is also implied. ]

[ Hank snorts louder this time. Shit, he really does love Gavin. He found his dumb comeback really cute. Fuck. And Gavin is gonna smell like him all day too. Damn. That's good. Hank should probably moisturize too. Connor's been on his ass about it, he supposes he can squeeze a bit on his face just to make him happy. ]

Yeah, yeah.

[ Hank scoots it out of the bathroom and grabs a fresh set of sheets from the linen closet. He'll worry about putting the other set in the dryer tomorrow. Right now he just wants to cuddle his mate. ]

C'mere, help me so we can do this quicker.

Yessir.

[ He follows after, a very happy look on his face. Almost as if he's the cat who caught the canary finally, just far too pleased. How could he not be? The man he loves wants him and he's so goddamn cute. And he's the only one who'll ever know. It's enough to make your heart want to burst.

He grabs the bottom sheet. He's surprisingly good at making a bed, considering he had to fucking make his every goddamn morning or he'd have to do extra chores. Look at those perfect creases. ]

[ Dang, that's thorough, dude. Hank's a little sloppier with his side of the bed, but sure enough they get the bed made in time to lay in it. This is starting to feel real fucking domestic and Hank... really likes it. It's ridiculous. Yes, he loves Gavin, and yes, having his mate nearby feels right but wow, they don't have to get married!! (They're married.) ]

Guess you better start keeping a change of clothes here pretty soon.

[ Hank tries to be blase about this but he knows exactly what he's saying. He wants Gavin over more. Maybe all the time. It feels way too soon for talk like that, but the words kind of spill out. And Hank's not a huge fan of sleeping in the nude so he's grabbing at least some boxers and looking for something that Gavin can wear. ]

You mind some old swim trunks?

[ Oh you're gonna put a ring on this finger, Hank Anderson!! It's gonna happen!! They're so married.

Gavin sits on the bed and looks at him, blinking cutely before grinning again. ] A good idea. Especially if you're gonna keep ripping them off me every time we get in bed.

[ But his cheeks get a little pink and he picks at the sheets. Fuck. This is so... real and domestic and good. He'd happily just fucking move in here, as long as he could bring Gran's piano and a few things. And the cat.

He looks back up. ]

Yeah, that's fine. Or sweatpants, I'm not picky.

[ Aw, no bare Hank butt to squeeze all night. ]

[ He's definitely gonna, it's gonna be very cute. And he's going to ask him to move in sooner than that, certainly. Once Hank realizes he can't sleep properly without Gavin, they'll be stuck together. ]

Hah... yeah, there's that, too.

[ Hank blushes at the memory. His alpha side sure doesn't care about clothes, does it? Jesus. Well, Hank finds some sweatpants for Gavin and tosses them over, joining him on the other side of the bed and laying back.

This is really happening. Gavin could still squeeze his butt all night if he wanted to. Hank would be okay with that, too. It's... a lot. Especially after Beth had come to visit earlier today... ]

Fuck, what a day.

[ Yes, he's blushing again. Gavin just grins and slips on the sweatpants, definitely giving a good view of the butt as he leans over a little. And he's totally fine with it, they're just clothes. He needs a good excuse to update his wardrobe anyway.

He curls up at Hank's side, resting his head on his chest and an arm around his belly. Purr, purr. He snorts. ]

Right? We don't do anything fuckin' halfway around here, do we?

[ Hank lets himself look. They can do that now. It's very nice. Having Gavin curl up to him and purr is really nice too. The purring is really soothing. He could fall asleep just like this, on top of the sheets. ]

No fucking kidding. This werewolf shit needs to slow the fuck down.

[ He went years without any incidents... much as he hopes things will calm down now, he doubts that's gonna happen. ]

[ He laughs again. ] Maybe it was a ride because we didn't know we were mates. Makes a lot of sense though.

[ And then whoop, he rolls up and over and now he's settled on top of Hank. It's nothing beyond just some good cuddling and feeling cheeky, but he leans in to kiss him on the corner of his mouth. ]

Couldn't stop thinking about you even if I'd wanted to.

Dunno how I missed that one. Not being around you made me feel like I was... wrong. And when you showed up with that new look to work? Fuuck.

[ Ah, but having him this close feels right and good and eases him -- how did he not figure out they were mated, seriously? Hank releases a soft chuckle, acting like he's being faux-squished. He pulls him back to kiss him properly though. Even if it's just a peck. ]

I thought I was just being weirdly clingy. Like it was some pack thing I just needed to get used to.

[ Gavin snickers and props his chin up on a hand and kicks a foot up with a daintiness he definitely doesn't actually possess. ]

Yeah, I dunno what came over me the night before. I guess I just wanted to preen for you, show myself off.

[ The good squish!! He kisses back and hums. ]

I mean, so was I. Trying to get you to stake your claim in public and shit.

[ God, stop being cute, Gavin! ]

Well, you did a fucking good job of it. Drove me nuts.

[ Hank smirks, wrapping an arm around Gavin's waist to keep him nice and close. ]

Guess instinctively... we knew it wasn't all the way done. So it makes sense we'd be kinda.... yeah.

[ A mess. With Gavin having to deal with all his new werewolf bullshit, having Hank's insecurities on top of all that certainly doesn't help. He had a mate, and that mate bit him and then that was it? It makes sense he'd get a little ansty. ]

[ Snuggle, snuggle. ] That was definitely the plan.

[ He drops his chin to full on nuzzle against his neck, sighing happily. ]

Felt like a cork about to pop out of a champagne bottle, honestly. It seems... less now. I guess. [ He grins against his skin, all toothy. ] Now that we've 'consummated' and everything.

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