[ At the joke, Hank bares his teeth, only just restraining himself from strangling Erik again-- it wouldn't help the bulge in his pants to kill Erik before he could fuck him. ]
Don't— [ he growls, ] Talk to me about Paris.
[ He made no move to extricate himself from on top of Erik, though he did hold himself up on his elbow so that he wasn't crushing him. His free hand came to the collar of Erik's jumpsuit, grabbing hold of the fabric and pulling, enough to rip the neck of it and expose Erik's collarbone, which Hank then dutifully bent down to press biting kisses to. He intends to leave a mark. ]
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Don't— [ he growls, ] Talk to me about Paris.
[ He made no move to extricate himself from on top of Erik, though he did hold himself up on his elbow so that he wasn't crushing him. His free hand came to the collar of Erik's jumpsuit, grabbing hold of the fabric and pulling, enough to rip the neck of it and expose Erik's collarbone, which Hank then dutifully bent down to press biting kisses to. He intends to leave a mark. ]