spooky scary

[donotlick]

aka: a psl for grumpy cops

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[donotlick]

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.

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[ 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.

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[ 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. ]

[coffeedipshit]

[ 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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[ 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.

[coffeedipshit]

[ Hank smells much the same. His natural musk, like home, like safety, alpha, sex, mate. His love. God, he's such a fucking sap. ]

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. ]

[donotlick]

Good.

[ 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.

[coffeedipshit]

[ Neither of them are alone now. It'll all work out. Gavin's not going to leave Hank's side now that he's got him in his hands... claws. Whatever. ]

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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[ 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. ]

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[ Snuffle. ] G'night. Love you.

[ 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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[ 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. ]

Holy shit...

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[ 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. ]

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[ 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. ]

You're a dream.

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[ 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. ]

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[ Hank croons and cuddles close, enjoying every wiggle Gavin makes against him. He's sleepy, rough and looks a mess, but he's never felt luckier. ]

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.

[coffeedipshit]

[ 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. ]

I don't poach eggs for just anybody, y'know.

[donotlick]

Well, I'm honored.

[ 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.

[coffeedipshit]

[ C'mon Hank... everyone believes in you.

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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Maybe I like gooey.

[ 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. ]

[coffeedipshit]

[ 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. ]

Sleep well?

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[ Hank will pay for his distractions in breakfast food, that's perfectly fine with him. He's never felt happier, having his mate wearing his shirt (and nothing but his shirt) and cooking them. breakfast after a long day is the kind of thing he'd never dream he could have. There's a tiny voice in the back of his head saying he doesn't deserve it, but that voice gets smaller and smaller the more Hank indulges in his instincts.

He leans down and presses kisses to Gavin's neck, over his mark. He is a very happy alpha. ]

Best sleep I've had in years.

[coffeedipshit]

[ Ooh, that's dirty... Gavin full body trembles and purrs, fluttering his eyes closed. And coos. Fuck, that's gonna always feel so fucking good.

Once he recovers he finally starts to plop the steaks onto another plate. Now, if Hank will still cling to him while they try to eat... ]

Me too. Amazing how being a werewolf cured my insomnia. [ He turns and nuzzles at Hank. ] We gonna eat like this, big guy?

[donotlick]

Comes with a surprising amount of perks, huh?

[ Hank smirks, eyeing the food with interest. That's one way to get his attention. He kisses Gavin's neck one last time and steps back to sit at the table. Uh, hope you're cool with serving him and all that. He's still a little sleepy. ]

Couldn't ask for a nicer breakfast.

[coffeedipshit]

[ Gavin shivers again, touching his mark for a moment as Hank slips away. Then he chuckles, knowing full well how groggy he is still. How cute.

He plates up their food and heads over to place the plate's down, then goes to get two big mugs of coffee. Once that's all settled, Gavin finally slips into his chair. ]

Least I could do, after the night we had. [ He picks up his fork and points it at him. ] Don't get used to it though, I'm not gonna be in house husband mode all the time.

[ He's clearly teasing and then he starts to chow down. ]

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[ Hank shivers as Gavin touches his mark. Oh, that's so nice. The coffee is super nice too. He's a lucky sonuvabitch. ]

And here I was, about to ask you to move in.

[ He's kidding. For now. Ask him again in a week and he won't be. He takes a long sip of coffee and starts with a bite of food. It's delicious of course, and he's totally not stalling after saying something like that. ]