[ Hank's the only one he'd ever beg for, that's for sure. Kamski's don't beg.
He manages a hoarse little snicker though, opening his eyes and looking down at him. ]
Could say the same about you.
[ He notices you're getting hard too, big guy. Gavin reaches down with his free hand to start working at his dick. Fuck, he wants to be filled to the brim with him right now...! So impatient. He whines a little. ]
[ Kamskis don't beg except when they wanna get fucked, huh? Good to know. Hank moans as soon as Gavin's hand is on him—even a light touch and he's done for. He'll even lift his hips a bit to get more of his touch. ]
I wanna fuck you so bad. You're body's begging for it, ain't it?
[ He keeps pressing into Gavin, sliding in and out. Hank's body is pretty close to begging for it too. It's just really damn hot to know he wants him this bad. It's definitely mutual. ]
[ Absolutely. He just lets out a soft rumble at his reactions, the sound of his voice, his far too talented fingers. ]
Yeah... [ He whines, his hand dropping to let Hank just have his way. Gavin's thighs are already starting to tremble. ] Like I was made for you to fuck me.
[ Hank growls, adding a second finger as Gavin slides his out. He's loose and pliant and he really does feel like he was made for this, like their bodies couldn't fit together any better. It makes sense, if Hank were in the mind for sense. They're bonded by their curse and their skin and their blood, bodies humming and singing in tandem. Hank rolls his hips up against Gavin with a grin. Sex has never felt this good. ]
[ The hum of their bodies together could only be something more than human. He feels him, so deep in his chest, like Hank's heart beats alongside his own.
A flush rolls down from his cheeks to his clavicles and he keens softly. ]
I love you too. [ He reaches back and gently takes Hank's hand. ] I'm ready, please. Fuck me.
[ He doesn't need to be told twice. Hank's sure Gavin can take him after last night, and he's already hard from it all, so that's certainly not a concern. It's like he doesn't need Gavin to touch the mark to know exactly how he feels and how much he wants this. Hank just knows, and that same desire is echoed in himself too. ]
You did say please. [ Hank smirks. He grabs Gavin by the hips and maneuvers him easily onto his cock, lining him up with that alpha strength of his. A shudder runs through him, followed by a deep, guttural groan. Fuck. ]
[ He still touches at it anyway, with the finger still slick with lube. Gavin snickers. ] Wasn't raised in a barn.
[ But any other quips are quickly silenced as he's easily manhandled and fuck, just that alone gets him even harder. His gasp as he slides onto Hank's dick is quickly silenced as he chokes on his own breath, a faint little creak of a sound coming out of his throat. As he settles there, filled to the brim and flush with Hank's hips, he trembles. ]
Fuck, Hank. [ He's already achingly close to hitting his prostate and he's gonna die. ]
[ Hank keens as the pleasure slams through him -- he thought he could feel Gavin before, but the second Gavin touches that mark it turns the intensity up by a mile. Hank grips Gavin and grunts, breathy and harsh as he works him down against his cock and lifts him gently, then lowers him back down, looking to his his prostate just right. It's all so much, the heat and warmth and perfection of having Gavin around him like this is enough to make him a little dizzy. ]
Gav-- [ Hank's eyes flash gold as he bites his lip. No, that's not right, is it? ] Ezra. Holy fuck.
[ Something about real names with things like this, a wave of lust and love hits him square in the chest. Gavin cries out with a moan as he hits that spot, biting the inside of his cheek hard.
When he opens his eyes, they're glowing like soft yellow embers. His nails start to turn to claws and he presses against his mark again, drawing little pinpricks of blood. ]
Mate. [ He clenches himself around Hank's cock, rolling his hips. ]
[ The primal part of him knows Gavin is always Ezra, knows that deep down, in his truest form, he's still his. The scent of his blood and the glow of his eyes make Hank lick his lips, lightheaded and overwhelmed and god it feels so fucking good. ]
Mine.
[ Hank gasps at the clench with an animalistic whine. Nothing could feel better than this, nothing could ever feel or taste or smell more perfect than his mate. Hank lifts him again, slamming him back down on his dick. Christ, they are never leaving the house at this rate and Hank could not even begin to care. ]
[ He grins hungrily at getting him to whine... yes. God, you're making his beta instincts too powerful by always submitting to him so easily. It's a good thing neither of them have any delusions of werewolf grandeur or anything. Just... want to have sex and be sappy.
Gavin cries out as he hits it again, flinging his head back and dropping his hands to rest on Hank's hips. He's already throbbing from head to toe, but he doesn't want it to end. (Sorry Eli.) ]
[ Yeah, Hank is pretty beta for an alpha. He's more than happy to let Gavin claw and claim him. He doesn't care about however it's supposed to be. He loves Gavin. He'll take care of him. ]
All mine, Ezra.
[ Hank lifts him up slams him back down, slower and harder this time. Poor Eli, he's got it rough. Hank has no intention of stopping, it's too damn good to stop. ]
[ Gavin does like to top from the bottom, that's for sure. Or he just has Hank wrapped around his little finger.
He moans again, whimpering at the slowness. Fuck, it's perfect. He rolls his hips and presses his thumbs into Hank's hips, claws harsh against skin. He lifts himself up and then down, starting to pick up the pace. ]
[ Gavin's claws are perfect—the pain only heightens the building pleasure from Gavin's weight and movement against him. He's just hot to look at, and Hank can't help but moan as they speed up and grow increasingly desperate with each breath. ]
[ Yeehaw indeed! He keeps riding him, pressing his claws into his skin with every downward motion. Oh fuck. ]
F-Fuck, you feel so good... [ Can he just sit in your dick forever? Can that happen? They don't need to work or eat or anything, right? Just this?
He hits that spot hard and cries out, eyes flashing amber again. If there are any werewolves in Detroit, they know that Ezra is Hank's and only Hank's don't even breathe on him if you aren't Hank. ]
[ Fuck, that's fucking good. Hank breathes out loud, growling and groaning with each move. Ezra was definitely made for this, he fits so well on him, feels so good. There's really no doubt whose beta he is. Hank wouldn't let there ever be a doubt. ]
Don't stop.
[ Hank shudders as the pressure builds and he grips Gavin by the waist. His eyes remain gold as he lifts Gavin up and fucks him down against himself, enjoying every sound he wrenches from Gavin's lips. Every sound is his and his alone. All of this—only Hank's. (Sorry, Eli.) ]
[ Gavin cries out as Hank fucks him hard, throwing his head back. Fuck!! This is so good... it's so good that his body can handle this now too. He can feel everything. Trembling, he reaches a hand out for Hank. ]
C'mere.
[ Sit up so he can kiss you, fuck him while he's in your lap. He touches his mark again to fully get the point across. In the mean time, he teasingly rocks his hips again. ]
[ Hank's eyes glow solid amber, the touch bringing them together like nothing else can. He takes Gavin's hand and pulls himself up -- wow, he's gonna get really fit like this, you can definitely train him, Gavin. It's a thought for another day maybe, because Hank growls low as Gavin rocks down against him,meeting him with a shift of his hips and a loud, pleased moan. Fuck, he's got the best beta in the world. ]
Here. I'm here.
[ Hank reaches around and wraps his arms around Gavin's neck, holding him close enough to kiss. Or bite, more importantly, because Hank closes the distance and slams his lips against Gavin's, kissing him for all he's worth. It's a little violent but it feels so good he doesn't want to stop. ]
[ A double edged sword... fit Hank, but he loves the tum. A horribly hard choice to have to make. Gavin cries out again as he sits up and shifts, wrapping his arms around his torso. ]
You're so good. Fuck, I love you.
[ He meets the kiss with equal intensity, biting and licking into his mouth. Some of his teeth have definitely gotten a little pointier and he groans, clenching around Hank. Fuck, he's suddenly so close... ]
[ Truly terrible. You'll have to use your power wisely, Gavin. Hank's just having a great time, he meets the sharpness of Gavin's teeth with his own, biting at his lips and sucking hard. Hank can feel every clench and shiver that runs through Gavin and fuck, that's almost too much when they're close like this. It's perfect. It can't go on forever, but that's part of what makes it so good. ]
Love you too.
[ Hank growls, moving half-bites, half-kisses down Gavin's jaw and neck. He knows what he wants, and that's Gavin. Even if he has him, even if he's his, he'll always want him. He'll always need him. And fuck, everyone better know it because otherwise Hank is going to make sure. ]
[ Whenever their blood mixes, Gavin's vein sing and pulse with warmth. Proof of their bond, that a part of Hank will always be inside him. Beating in his heart. Fuck, it's so goddamn romantic.
He keens and tilts his head back as Hank bites down his neck, trembling. Gavin digs his claws into Hank's back, tightening his legs and thighs. ]
I-I'm gonna... close. [ There's an uncontrollable warmth in his belly, he's throbbing with every thunderous beat of his heart. They're gonna have to wash the sheets again. ]
[ They're gonna need new sheets, that's for sure. All the sex is one thing, but the blood -- well, they're both getting a little more used to that. Hank grips Gavin tighter, digging his sharp teeth into the familiar mark on his neck and savoring him. Fuck, he hasn't even touched him but Hank can feel Gavin's dick twitch between them. They're both holding on so tight it's no wonder they're so close.
Hank grunts an affirmative, pleasure and instinct fogging his mind past coherence. He's close too, shaking and flushed and there's no way for him not to be when they're connected by their blood and their bond. ]
[ The added pressure of Hank so close is what's teetering him over the edge. When Hank bites him he wheezes and cries out, growling and almost howling. ]
I-I...
[ He throws his head back as he comes, so hard that his vision whites and he digs his fingers even deeper into Hank's flesh. Oh shit. He rides out his orgasm, it hitting him so hard it's like he got hit head on by a truck. For a half second he doesn't even remember who he's supposed to be, if he's Gavin or Ezra or whoever the fuck— All he knows is that he's Hank's. Hank's mate. The one he loves.
It's a mess between them and it's only gonna get messier. ]
[ Gavin's own release takes Hank over the edge, the tight pull of his body and the flash of his orgasm through their connection bringing any last bit of control down with an actual howl. His hips shake and he bites down harder, lips covered in blood and every inch of his skin feels electric and good and he has Gavin, Ezra, Mate-- He has all he needs and he is happy. ]
Mate.
[ He mutters, low in his throat as he still sucks on the wound. He is so happy. They both are, Hank can feel it. He might be feeling Gavin's thoughts too, or maybe they're his. He just loves this man. Nothing else matters. ]
[ He mewls as Hank fills him, slumping into him and letting him bite and lick at his wounds. Oh he's such a mess and he loves it... he wants Hank to claim every part of him, make a mess of him all over. He has enough sense to know some of his thoughts aren't his own, their connection growing and growing with everything mingling of their blood. Of teeth and claws, of everything else. He loves him so much. ]
Yours... Hank. Ha~ank. [ He just sort of whimpers, utterly spent. He's covered in sweat, blood and... yeah. But he doesn't care, just wants to sit there still and be held. ]
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He manages a hoarse little snicker though, opening his eyes and looking down at him. ]
Could say the same about you.
[ He notices you're getting hard too, big guy. Gavin reaches down with his free hand to start working at his dick. Fuck, he wants to be filled to the brim with him right now...! So impatient. He whines a little. ]
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I wanna fuck you so bad. You're body's begging for it, ain't it?
[ He keeps pressing into Gavin, sliding in and out. Hank's body is pretty close to begging for it too. It's just really damn hot to know he wants him this bad. It's definitely mutual. ]
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Yeah... [ He whines, his hand dropping to let Hank just have his way. Gavin's thighs are already starting to tremble. ] Like I was made for you to fuck me.
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[ Hank growls, adding a second finger as Gavin slides his out. He's loose and pliant and he really does feel like he was made for this, like their bodies couldn't fit together any better. It makes sense, if Hank were in the mind for sense. They're bonded by their curse and their skin and their blood, bodies humming and singing in tandem. Hank rolls his hips up against Gavin with a grin. Sex has never felt this good. ]
Fuck, I love you.
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A flush rolls down from his cheeks to his clavicles and he keens softly. ]
I love you too. [ He reaches back and gently takes Hank's hand. ] I'm ready, please. Fuck me.
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[ He doesn't need to be told twice. Hank's sure Gavin can take him after last night, and he's already hard from it all, so that's certainly not a concern. It's like he doesn't need Gavin to touch the mark to know exactly how he feels and how much he wants this. Hank just knows, and that same desire is echoed in himself too. ]
You did say please. [ Hank smirks. He grabs Gavin by the hips and maneuvers him easily onto his cock, lining him up with that alpha strength of his. A shudder runs through him, followed by a deep, guttural groan. Fuck. ]
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[ But any other quips are quickly silenced as he's easily manhandled and fuck, just that alone gets him even harder. His gasp as he slides onto Hank's dick is quickly silenced as he chokes on his own breath, a faint little creak of a sound coming out of his throat. As he settles there, filled to the brim and flush with Hank's hips, he trembles. ]
Fuck, Hank. [ He's already achingly close to hitting his prostate and he's gonna die. ]
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Gav-- [ Hank's eyes flash gold as he bites his lip. No, that's not right, is it? ] Ezra. Holy fuck.
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When he opens his eyes, they're glowing like soft yellow embers. His nails start to turn to claws and he presses against his mark again, drawing little pinpricks of blood. ]
Mate. [ He clenches himself around Hank's cock, rolling his hips. ]
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Mine.
[ Hank gasps at the clench with an animalistic whine. Nothing could feel better than this, nothing could ever feel or taste or smell more perfect than his mate. Hank lifts him again, slamming him back down on his dick. Christ, they are never leaving the house at this rate and Hank could not even begin to care. ]
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Gavin cries out as he hits it again, flinging his head back and dropping his hands to rest on Hank's hips. He's already throbbing from head to toe, but he doesn't want it to end. (Sorry Eli.) ]
All yours. Every part.
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All mine, Ezra.
[ Hank lifts him up slams him back down, slower and harder this time. Poor Eli, he's got it rough. Hank has no intention of stopping, it's too damn good to stop. ]
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He moans again, whimpering at the slowness. Fuck, it's perfect. He rolls his hips and presses his thumbs into Hank's hips, claws harsh against skin. He lifts himself up and then down, starting to pick up the pace. ]
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[ Gavin's claws are perfect—the pain only heightens the building pleasure from Gavin's weight and movement against him. He's just hot to look at, and Hank can't help but moan as they speed up and grow increasingly desperate with each breath. ]
Ride me just like that.
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F-Fuck, you feel so good... [ Can he just sit in your dick forever? Can that happen? They don't need to work or eat or anything, right? Just this?
He hits that spot hard and cries out, eyes flashing amber again. If there are any werewolves in Detroit, they know that Ezra is Hank's and only Hank's don't even breathe on him if you aren't Hank. ]
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Don't stop.
[ Hank shudders as the pressure builds and he grips Gavin by the waist. His eyes remain gold as he lifts Gavin up and fucks him down against himself, enjoying every sound he wrenches from Gavin's lips. Every sound is his and his alone. All of this—only Hank's. (Sorry, Eli.) ]
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C'mere.
[ Sit up so he can kiss you, fuck him while he's in your lap. He touches his mark again to fully get the point across. In the mean time, he teasingly rocks his hips again. ]
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Here. I'm here.
[ Hank reaches around and wraps his arms around Gavin's neck, holding him close enough to kiss. Or bite, more importantly, because Hank closes the distance and slams his lips against Gavin's, kissing him for all he's worth. It's a little violent but it feels so good he doesn't want to stop. ]
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You're so good. Fuck, I love you.
[ He meets the kiss with equal intensity, biting and licking into his mouth. Some of his teeth have definitely gotten a little pointier and he groans, clenching around Hank. Fuck, he's suddenly so close... ]
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Love you too.
[ Hank growls, moving half-bites, half-kisses down Gavin's jaw and neck. He knows what he wants, and that's Gavin. Even if he has him, even if he's his, he'll always want him. He'll always need him. And fuck, everyone better know it because otherwise Hank is going to make sure. ]
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He keens and tilts his head back as Hank bites down his neck, trembling. Gavin digs his claws into Hank's back, tightening his legs and thighs. ]
I-I'm gonna... close. [ There's an uncontrollable warmth in his belly, he's throbbing with every thunderous beat of his heart. They're gonna have to wash the sheets again. ]
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Hank grunts an affirmative, pleasure and instinct fogging his mind past coherence. He's close too, shaking and flushed and there's no way for him not to be when they're connected by their blood and their bond. ]
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I-I...
[ He throws his head back as he comes, so hard that his vision whites and he digs his fingers even deeper into Hank's flesh. Oh shit. He rides out his orgasm, it hitting him so hard it's like he got hit head on by a truck. For a half second he doesn't even remember who he's supposed to be, if he's Gavin or Ezra or whoever the fuck— All he knows is that he's Hank's. Hank's mate. The one he loves.
It's a mess between them and it's only gonna get messier. ]
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Mate.
[ He mutters, low in his throat as he still sucks on the wound. He is so happy. They both are, Hank can feel it. He might be feeling Gavin's thoughts too, or maybe they're his. He just loves this man. Nothing else matters. ]
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Yours... Hank. Ha~ank. [ He just sort of whimpers, utterly spent. He's covered in sweat, blood and... yeah. But he doesn't care, just wants to sit there still and be held. ]
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