[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ Yeah he doesn't buy that for a second but he's not gonna call you on it... yet. Gavin just sort of smirks and goes back to eating, spreading the egg yolk all over his meat. ]
It'd make things easier. [ He chews on a piece of meat for a moment as he looks into the living room. ] Could we fit a piano in here, y'think?
[ Isn't that what love is, in a certain way? Hank, you softie. Gavin just smiles and goes back to eating his eggs. ]
Shouldn't be hard. Your bed is big enough anyway. [ Chew, chew. ] Can have Eli donate some of my stuff I don't need.
[ He wonders what he'll think of it. Gavin knows his brother isn't Hank's biggest fan but... he knows how much he loves him. Even without their little twin connection shit. ]
[ Considering... yeah. They were fine sleeping together last night. It feels a little ridiculous to think Elijah Kamski could be helping his brother move in with Hank. Is this real?
Hank pinches himself. Ow. Yeah, okay. He takes another bite of steak and nods. ]
Speaking of Kamski, I think I had a dream about him?
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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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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.
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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?
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[ 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.
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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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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. ]
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I mean... I could. If I can bring the cat too.
[ He's not giving up Mordy for anything, werewolf be damned. ]
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I mean, I was kidding...
[ Was he? He's not really sure anymore either. He'll just take another bite to swallow the awkward pause. ]
But you could bring your cat if you wanted. I'm not gonna make you get rid of your pet, cat or not.
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It'd make things easier. [ He chews on a piece of meat for a moment as he looks into the living room. ] Could we fit a piano in here, y'think?
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[ Hank considers it. It sounds too good to be true, almost. Almost. Gavin's been a dream this whole time. He can almost believe he can have this. ]
Hm. Might take some rearranging, but... it's not like I have that much shit.
[ He'd make room for you, Gavin. ]
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Shouldn't be hard. Your bed is big enough anyway. [ Chew, chew. ] Can have Eli donate some of my stuff I don't need.
[ He wonders what he'll think of it. Gavin knows his brother isn't Hank's biggest fan but... he knows how much he loves him. Even without their little twin connection shit. ]
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[ Considering... yeah. They were fine sleeping together last night. It feels a little ridiculous to think Elijah Kamski could be helping his brother move in with Hank. Is this real?
Hank pinches himself. Ow. Yeah, okay. He takes another bite of steak and nods. ]
Speaking of Kamski, I think I had a dream about him?
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