[ 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'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... ]
[ 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.
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.
[ Hank snuggles against Gavin's hair, breathing in his scent. He smells great, and it's not just the shower. It's everything. He smells like his shampoo, his soap, like sex and... like home. ]
Yeah. That must be it. [ He snorts, nuzzling a little more. ] Now it's for real. No fucking takebacks.
[ Hank's a bad alpha, he'd let you bite his neck, Gavin. They already share blood, what more could there be? Dreams and memories, actually. But maybe they'll have to ask Connor and Elijah to do the research for them, since Beth is pretty much out of the equation.
Somehow though, that thought doesn't strike Hank with the fear that it used to. He'll be fine -- he's not alone anymore. He has Gavin. He has Connor. Hell, he even has fucking Elijah Kamski. He has a pack. It makes him smile. A real one. ]
[ Hank nods, eyes growing heavy as he hugs Gavin and begins to purr, sleepily cuddling him close. He's pretty damn tired, but he's also pretty damn happy. He's got everything he needs right here. ]
Yeah, goodnight, Ezra.
[ He smiles. He definitely loves Gavin. A lot. He'll say it soon. ]
[ Don't worry, he'll say it over and over 'til you do. Gavin falls fast asleep soon enough and has a blissful sleep. And an... interesting dream? It's not bad but it almost doesn't seem like it was a dream. More of a memory? A memory of... little hands and laughter. A bridge.
Huh.
When he finally wakes up it's early in the morning, the morning light starting to peek through the windows. They shifted in the night, Gavin now on his side and curled up against Hank's chest. Ah, yes. Yesterday ended so perfectly... ah. He shivers when he remembers being under Hank, how it felt, fuck—
Plenty of time for that later. He lays there a moment, just listening to his heartbeat before his stomach gurgles in hunger. He pulls away, pressing a kiss against a closed eyelid, and slips out of bed. He grabs one of Hank's tacky shirts and slips it on... and peels off the sweatpants. Hey, he's gotta have a look for the morning, right?
Then he heads into the kitchen (is Sumo avoiding him?) to start up some steak and eggs for breakfast. ]
[ Hank dreams peacefully, more peaceful than he's used to. He's pretty sure he's there with someone—his brother? It's nice. He isn't alone. The two of them are just playing, putting together a puzzle that's way too complicated for kids their age.
Or it would be, if it was anyone else. Not him and Eli.
Not them.
Hank wakes up after that, a little disoriented and lost, thought the memories of the previous day comes back soon enough. Christ, did all that really happen? He's laying in bed, alone, but the pants he leant Gavin are on the floor, and Hank knows he could feel it if his mate was far away.
No, his mate is right there. Hank stands up and rubs his eyes, scratching his belly as he stumbles to the kitchen. ]
Morning.
[ Woah, Gavin making him breakfast? Is he wearing one of Hank's shirts? Hank balks, scratching at his eyes to make sure he isn't dreaming. ]
[ His ass is just barely peeking out from the bottom of the shirt, very tantalizing. He's got the steaks going and some water in a pan boiling gently to poach some eggs. He's feeling fancy this morning, what can he say? The eggs are pre-cracked in little bowls each and ready to go.
He turns his head when he hears Hank enter, grinning playfully. ]
Mornin' hot stuff. Thought I'd take care of breakfast.
[ Nothing about the lack of pants and shirt stealing. ]
[ Hank's gotta be dreaming. The ass, the food, the shirt, the grin... shit. He's so screwed. He loves him so much. ]
Fuck, you look good.
[ Hank steps up behind Gavin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He purrs deep in his chest, smiling down at the food and, let's be real, pressing up close against that cute ass of his. ]
[ He still grins but maybe a bit of pink appears on his cheekbones. What, he's in front of the stove, ssh. He leans into Hank when he presses close, definitely wiggling his ass a little. ]
We're definitely both awake, fella. So it's better than that.
[ Hank's definitely eye catching in the morning too. That voice still hoarse with sleep, hair messed up, shirtless... and now he's got his arms around him. Mission accomplished.
He reaches over to start pouring the eggs into the softly boiling water. ]
[ He loves it and loves him. So much. He turns his head to plant a kiss on him and nuzzle closer. Ah... those warm hands. Yes, mission extra accomplished. ]
[ Hank keeps touching him, dragging his hands up his stomach and chest. He loves him. He loves this. It's practically bursting from him, this joy he feels just standing here.
Well, except he'd sooner choke than say it out loud, apparently. ]
I'm the luckiest werewolf in the whole damn world.
Ah, so distracting. He rumbles out a purr and nuzzles close, letting Hank grope him all over. A nice payback for the shower the night before, for sure. ]
I could say the same thing. [ Nuzzle, nuzzle. ] And you're gonna have gooey yolks in your eggs if we keep this up.
[ Hank keeps dragging his fingers over Gavin's chest, giving his pecks a squeeze. He likes gooey, see. Gavin's very soft and gooey. He nuzzles him more, purring softly and staying close. Sorry, you're stuck with him now. ]
[ The world's most affectionate eye roll. Gooey.. He can't believe it.
But he gasps and sighs a little as he gropes his chest. Oooh... yes. He presses his ass into him more, very happy with this Hank Attachment he now has.
Time to scoop up the eggs! He grabs another spatula and scoops them up onto a plate. Maybe a little gooey, but it's fine. The steak still needs to sizzle for a second... because some big handsome man is distracting him. ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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?
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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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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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Yeah. That must be it. [ He snorts, nuzzling a little more. ] Now it's for real. No fucking takebacks.
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Yep. [ Have a kiss to your neck, dangerous territory, but he can't resist. ] Wouldn't dream of it.
[ Sharing blood on a full moon is a big deal, evidently. Maybe Connor can figure out the magic behind it. ]
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[ Hank's a bad alpha, he'd let you bite his neck, Gavin. They already share blood, what more could there be? Dreams and memories, actually. But maybe they'll have to ask Connor and Elijah to do the research for them, since Beth is pretty much out of the equation.
Somehow though, that thought doesn't strike Hank with the fear that it used to. He'll be fine -- he's not alone anymore. He has Gavin. He has Connor. Hell, he even has fucking Elijah Kamski. He has a pack. It makes him smile. A real one. ]
That's good.
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Very good. [ Then he yawns and blinks. ] And it's definitely time to sleep, I'd say.
[ With that he shifts and curls up on Hank's chest proper, nuzzling close. He's so warm and just... perfect. It's all perfect. ]
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Yeah, goodnight, Ezra.
[ He smiles. He definitely loves Gavin. A lot. He'll say it soon. ]
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[ Don't worry, he'll say it over and over 'til you do. Gavin falls fast asleep soon enough and has a blissful sleep. And an... interesting dream? It's not bad but it almost doesn't seem like it was a dream. More of a memory? A memory of... little hands and laughter. A bridge.
Huh.
When he finally wakes up it's early in the morning, the morning light starting to peek through the windows. They shifted in the night, Gavin now on his side and curled up against Hank's chest. Ah, yes. Yesterday ended so perfectly... ah. He shivers when he remembers being under Hank, how it felt, fuck—
Plenty of time for that later. He lays there a moment, just listening to his heartbeat before his stomach gurgles in hunger. He pulls away, pressing a kiss against a closed eyelid, and slips out of bed. He grabs one of Hank's tacky shirts and slips it on... and peels off the sweatpants. Hey, he's gotta have a look for the morning, right?
Then he heads into the kitchen (is Sumo avoiding him?) to start up some steak and eggs for breakfast. ]
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Or it would be, if it was anyone else. Not him and Eli.
Not them.
Hank wakes up after that, a little disoriented and lost, thought the memories of the previous day comes back soon enough. Christ, did all that really happen? He's laying in bed, alone, but the pants he leant Gavin are on the floor, and Hank knows he could feel it if his mate was far away.
No, his mate is right there. Hank stands up and rubs his eyes, scratching his belly as he stumbles to the kitchen. ]
Morning.
[ Woah, Gavin making him breakfast? Is he wearing one of Hank's shirts? Hank balks, scratching at his eyes to make sure he isn't dreaming. ]
Holy shit...
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He turns his head when he hears Hank enter, grinning playfully. ]
Mornin' hot stuff. Thought I'd take care of breakfast.
[ Nothing about the lack of pants and shirt stealing. ]
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Fuck, you look good.
[ Hank steps up behind Gavin, wrapping his arms around his waist. He purrs deep in his chest, smiling down at the food and, let's be real, pressing up close against that cute ass of his. ]
You're a dream.
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We're definitely both awake, fella. So it's better than that.
[ Hank's definitely eye catching in the morning too. That voice still hoarse with sleep, hair messed up, shirtless... and now he's got his arms around him. Mission accomplished.
He reaches over to start pouring the eggs into the softly boiling water. ]
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Way better.
[ Hank nuzzles at his neck, smiling fondly and sliding his hands under the hem of his shirt. ]
This is way nicer than the shit I make.
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I don't poach eggs for just anybody, y'know.
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[ Hank keeps touching him, dragging his hands up his stomach and chest. He loves him. He loves this. It's practically bursting from him, this joy he feels just standing here.
Well, except he'd sooner choke than say it out loud, apparently. ]
I'm the luckiest werewolf in the whole damn world.
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Ah, so distracting. He rumbles out a purr and nuzzles close, letting Hank grope him all over. A nice payback for the shower the night before, for sure. ]
I could say the same thing. [ Nuzzle, nuzzle. ] And you're gonna have gooey yolks in your eggs if we keep this up.
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[ Hank keeps dragging his fingers over Gavin's chest, giving his pecks a squeeze. He likes gooey, see. Gavin's very soft and gooey. He nuzzles him more, purring softly and staying close. Sorry, you're stuck with him now. ]
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But he gasps and sighs a little as he gropes his chest. Oooh... yes. He presses his ass into him more, very happy with this Hank Attachment he now has.
Time to scoop up the eggs! He grabs another spatula and scoops them up onto a plate. Maybe a little gooey, but it's fine. The steak still needs to sizzle for a second... because some big handsome man is distracting him. ]
Sleep well?
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