spooky scary

[donotlick]

aka: a psl for grumpy cops

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[donotlick]

[ 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.

[donotlick]

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?

[donotlick]

[ 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. ]

[donotlick]

[ 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. ]

[coffeedipshit]

[ Gavin takes a swig of coffee and looks at him over the edge. He puts it down, a little pink on his cheeks. He bites his warm lips cutely. ]

I mean... I could. If I can bring the cat too.

[ He's not giving up Mordy for anything, werewolf be damned. ]

[donotlick]

[ Fucking cute, jesus. Hank is blushing just looking at him. ]

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.

[coffeedipshit]

[ 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?

[donotlick]

Yeah. It would, huh?

[ 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. ]

[coffeedipshit]

[ 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. ]

[donotlick]

The bed thing clearly ain't a problem.

[ 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?

[coffeedipshit]

[ It's nice to not sleep alone, that's for sure. In Hank's arms, all warm and safe...

He snickers when he pinches himself. You're so cute Hank. Then looks up as he chews and raising a brow, swallowing. ]

So we're mated and then you dream about my brother, huh? I see how it is. [ He's clearly teasing though... and a curious look crosses his face. ] I had an interesting dream myself.

[donotlick]

It wasn't that kind of dream, don't get too excited.

[ Hank chuckles, shaking his head. God, he'd have considered it a nightmare if he ever dreamt of Elijah Kamski in that way. Sure, he and Gavin look a lot alike, but......

Wow, hearing Gavin just say "we're mated" sure made him smile. ]

What was it?

[coffeedipshit]

[ Ah, there it is. He loves that smile with all its gap toothed glory. He smiles back and picks up his mug—

—but sort of hesitates. He thinks... it was about Cole. He doesn't want to bring up any wounds; with all they've talked about, he's still never brought up his son much. ]

A bridge with a nice view. I know where it is but I haven't really been there much...

[donotlick]

[ Don't think Hank didn't miss that hesitation. Gavin's clearly lying but it's way too early to be calling shit out. It's cool, Hank can give him a little space. ]

Huh. So was it a bad dream or a good one?

[coffeedipshit]

[ He works his jaw a little bit... Hank's not made of glass, he knows this. He shouldn't treat him like he's fragile, even though he loves him so much.

So he exhales through his nose, rolling his shoulders. Looks down at his mug then back up. ]

Yeah, it was good. Happy. I think... it was about Cole. [ A pause. ] Like, is this a mate thing? You think? This can't be coincidence.

[donotlick]

Oh.

[ Hank stares at Gavin with some undiscerinable look in his eye. It's pain, yes, but it's older now. It isn't as raw.

And it was a good memory. That's... that's good. He looks down at his coffee, then back at Gavin, taking a deep breath. This kind of reminder would have ruined him before, but he's stronger now. Happier. Cole would want him to be happy, wouldn't he? Connor always said shit like that. ]

Must be. I don't usually have dreams about Kamski—much less when you guys were kids.

[coffeedipshit]

[ He doesn't have to have a supernatural connection to him to figure what he's feeling right then. Gavin has his own grief but he wouldn't ever claim to understand a fraction of Hank's.

Cole was a good kid. He deserved to grow up to be a good man. It's cruel.

But he smiles and takes another big swig of his coffee. ]

There are much easier ways to get at my brother's fortune anyway. [ Tease, tease. He looks back up though, a brow raised. ] Kids? What were we doing?

[donotlick]

[ Better to just move past it. Well, not that he's ignoring it, but he doesn't want to dwell, either. Gavin's childhood will be way less traumatic to talk about. ]

Putting together some kinda puzzle. Looked really fucking complicated for how small you were, but you know.