[ 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. ]
[ Fuck. The best part is knowing how much Gavin wants to be claimed, how Gavin longs for Hank to make him come undone. He can feel every need as if it were his own. Hank wants that too. He wants to hold Gavin close and feel him spill out of him while he can still taste him on his tongue.
He's getting his wish, needless to say. ]
Ezra. [ Hank pulls back to lick his lips, his eyes still glimmering gold. Even sated and spent, he keeps a firm hold on Gavin and presses close to kiss him, blood and all. Every part of them fits together now. Hank was never one to love himself very much, but he definitely loves his mate. Maybe this is what it feels like, to not hate yourself quite so much. ] Ezra. I love you.
[ He'll always want you to make a mess of him, Hank. Please do, as often as possible. Fill him up and wreck him.
Gavin opens his eyes, his also still glowing soft. He's heaving and spent but he manages a smile and drags his hands forward. Cupping Hank's face, he leans their foreheads together. ]
Love you. [ He can almost sense what he thinks and he leans in to kiss him softly, blood be damned. ] Gonna make you happy. Promise.
[ That's a request he can grant, make no mistake, Gavin. The only shame is the fact that they both heal so quickly, because Hank would be all about leaving Gavin a complete mess. ]
It's working.
[ Hank smiles softly, a low, deep purr bubbling out from his chest, unbidden. He feels boneless and light and nothing feels better than having Gavin close and feeling him on his body and soul. He places his hands over Gavin's and kisses back. ]
And I'll take care of you. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Not when I'm around.
[ He'd love to be too sore to walk, but alas. Still, it's wonderful. He purrs in response and keeps kissing him. Soft little pecks, but he just can't seem to stop. He slips a hand out from under Hank's and gently places it right against his heart. ]
Me too. I'm gonna be here for you, always.
[ He shifts his hips a little and... yeah. A rather interesting sound occurs from where they're still connected. Gavin blinks and turns a little pink. ]
[ The soft kisses are cute, dammit. Hank closes his eyes and leans into Gavins hand. He can fel Gavin's heart, along with the rest of him... and yeah, they're kind of gross at this point. Man, sex is way cleaner with condoms. Hank chuckles, stroking his hand down Gavin's back. ]
Another shower'd probably be a good idea.
[ He's not super sure if Gavin has the strength to pull himself off so now seems like a great time to use his alpha strength to pull them apart. It's a mess but Hank can't say he regrets it even a little bit as he gently lifts and sets Gavin back down. ]
I'll toss the sheets again. Still got one more set in the closet somewhere.
[ They're gonna have to wear condoms when they don't want to clean or just... put a tarp down. Or something. If they're gonna go all out with this every time. (Honeymoon phase will hopefully calm down eventually...)
And please show off that strength, it always gets Gavin swooning. Once he's off Hank's lap he settles down on the bed and just flops on back, suddenly not able to hold up his own weight for the moment. Oh, yeah, he's a total mess. All over his stomach and leaking down to coat his thighs... not to mention the blood still on his face and neck, under his nails. Whoops. ]
Shower sounds perfect. [ He takes a deep breath. ] Just gimme another minute to recover here, I think my hips were almost outta joint.
[ Pop! Oh, yup, there it goes snapping back into place. ]
[ Hank says those words with nothing but fondness. He lays back around to join Gavin in bed. He's not looking much better, coated in come and Gavin's blood in his beard. Oops. He just feels so good. The better his beta feels, the better Hank feels, apparently. Because Hank feels great. ]
I can carry you to the bathroom if you want. Bath might be nice, whaddya think?
[ He curls up and looks at him with a big grin. ] I liked it. Not gonna tell you to stop a bad thing, sweetheart.
[ He feels so good, his heart is singing. Sorry Eli, you can go do your work now or brood or whatever it is you do in your hermit house. Gavin kisses at him a few more times then chuckles. ]
That sounds great. Gonna need a good soak to get all clean anyway. [ He holds his hands up. ] Carry away.
[ Hank snorts. ] Least you're into it. [ He loves him though. He loves Gavin so much. Poor Kamski is gonna be so pissed once he can pick himself up off the floor. ]
Alright, let's get you cleaned up, babe.
[ Hank sits up and stretches, rolling his shoulders and turning his head before he turns back around to carefully pick up Gavin. Bridal carry because of course, he knows how to be gentle. And admittedly he could probably carry Gavin one-handed, his alpha strength is definitely Here. ]
I'm gonna start the water, you good with just hanging on?
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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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He's getting his wish, needless to say. ]
Ezra. [ Hank pulls back to lick his lips, his eyes still glimmering gold. Even sated and spent, he keeps a firm hold on Gavin and presses close to kiss him, blood and all. Every part of them fits together now. Hank was never one to love himself very much, but he definitely loves his mate. Maybe this is what it feels like, to not hate yourself quite so much. ] Ezra. I love you.
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Gavin opens his eyes, his also still glowing soft. He's heaving and spent but he manages a smile and drags his hands forward. Cupping Hank's face, he leans their foreheads together. ]
Love you. [ He can almost sense what he thinks and he leans in to kiss him softly, blood be damned. ] Gonna make you happy. Promise.
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It's working.
[ Hank smiles softly, a low, deep purr bubbling out from his chest, unbidden. He feels boneless and light and nothing feels better than having Gavin close and feeling him on his body and soul. He places his hands over Gavin's and kisses back. ]
And I'll take care of you. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Not when I'm around.
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Me too. I'm gonna be here for you, always.
[ He shifts his hips a little and... yeah. A rather interesting sound occurs from where they're still connected. Gavin blinks and turns a little pink. ]
We uh. Should probably get cleaned up now, huh?
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Another shower'd probably be a good idea.
[ He's not super sure if Gavin has the strength to pull himself off so now seems like a great time to use his alpha strength to pull them apart. It's a mess but Hank can't say he regrets it even a little bit as he gently lifts and sets Gavin back down. ]
I'll toss the sheets again. Still got one more set in the closet somewhere.
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And please show off that strength, it always gets Gavin swooning. Once he's off Hank's lap he settles down on the bed and just flops on back, suddenly not able to hold up his own weight for the moment. Oh, yeah, he's a total mess. All over his stomach and leaking down to coat his thighs... not to mention the blood still on his face and neck, under his nails. Whoops. ]
Shower sounds perfect. [ He takes a deep breath. ] Just gimme another minute to recover here, I think my hips were almost outta joint.
[ Pop! Oh, yup, there it goes snapping back into place. ]
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[ Hank says those words with nothing but fondness. He lays back around to join Gavin in bed. He's not looking much better, coated in come and Gavin's blood in his beard. Oops. He just feels so good. The better his beta feels, the better Hank feels, apparently. Because Hank feels great. ]
I can carry you to the bathroom if you want. Bath might be nice, whaddya think?
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[ He feels so good, his heart is singing. Sorry Eli, you can go do your work now or brood or whatever it is you do in your hermit house. Gavin kisses at him a few more times then chuckles. ]
That sounds great. Gonna need a good soak to get all clean anyway. [ He holds his hands up. ] Carry away.
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Alright, let's get you cleaned up, babe.
[ Hank sits up and stretches, rolling his shoulders and turning his head before he turns back around to carefully pick up Gavin. Bridal carry because of course, he knows how to be gentle. And admittedly he could probably carry Gavin one-handed, his alpha strength is definitely Here. ]
I'm gonna start the water, you good with just hanging on?
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