Blue hadn't believed words to be needed, not anymore, and it seemed his instincts were right. As he brought himself down on top of Eivind, the wolf was thrusting up into him in perfect synchronicity, their bodies melding into one another to form one superior, lust-addled being. A creature with eight lean limbs, two stunning faces, two strong, muscular, sweaty backs with muscles that rippled underneath the skin. They were one, and they spoke in a language made up of gasps, growls, and sensual whimpers. Blue had spoken only one word, one sweet innocent little syllable, but the ferocity that overtook his partner's dark eyes was unmistakable. Eivind's hands were all over him, and it seemed the wolf wanted him turned around, on his knees perhaps, but he stopped suddenly, halting the process of moving him. "Eivind?" Blue asked, salty translucent beads dripping down his forehead, his throat, his chest as he continued to ride the wolf's engorged cock. But Eivind said nothing. He simply looked into Blue's eyes, and the boy realized that it was precisely what he wanted. He craved to stare at Eivind through all of it. For their first time, Blue wanted to keep his eyes locked onto his lover's gruff visage and see every subtle tremble of his lips, every harsh breath, every time he closed his eyes to take in the overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through his toned body. Blue wanted to see everything.<br/><br/>He grunted as Eivind moved beneath him and positioned their bodies, tipping Blue back while supporting his lengthy frame with his arms. This allowed Eivind more control while taking away some of Blue's, but the human was more than happy to let his lover take over. The wolf began thrusting into him aggressively, deeply, seemingly eager to fill Blue up each time he plunged his cock into him. With each push Blue cried out, his satisfied voice bouncing off the cave walls and surrounding them, a ringing symphony of robust moans, gasps and pants that sang the story of Blue's growing need. He called out Eivind's name and dug his nails even deeper into the wolf's flesh, pressing down so hard he might have been able to break skin, or at least leave a pretty string of tiny crescent-shaped bruises.<br/><br/>Eivind kissed him then, and he could taste the passion on the wolf's wet tongue. Nothing could ever taste as sweet as Eivind did in that moment, and Blue instantly found himself addicted to the flavor of his partner's mouth, the feel of his lips pressed hard against his own. He never wanted to separate. He wanted it to continue on forever, until the sky darkened and a deep, inescapable cold consumed the world. He wanted it to continue until their bodies froze together, until they could not move any longer, until their boiling blood ceased all motion in their veins and the earth left them there together in that cave, their bodies perpetually intertwined. Sex had never made him feel this way before. No one had ever made him feel this way before. Was this what being mated to a werewolf felt like? How did he ever get so lucky?<br/><br/>Although the fantasy of keeping Eivind's tongue in his mouth beyond infinity was a lovely, intoxicating image, Blue had to pull himself away. He wasn't Eivind's mate yet. Not really. Just fucking wasn't going to be enough. If this was going to be real, if<i>they</i>were going to be real, Blue wanted more. And he had finally come to understand that whatever he wanted from Eivind, all he had to do was ask.<br/><br/>"Fuck me harder. Pound me until you come in me," he demanded, tearing his lips away from the wolf's hungry mouth. "I want it. I want to feel you fill me up until it's dripping out of me." What a filthy, naughty thing to ask for. Blue had never done it in his life, but he was doing it now, for Eivind. He wanted it so, so desperately. "I want to feel your knot inside me. Please,<i>fuck</i>, please Eivind I need it..."