<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“Right now, yes,” Eivind answered him, ignoring his protests for the time being. He was in control of himself, and if Blue really wanted him to stop, he would make that clear. His body didn't shift to get away from Eivind's hands, and his arousal was spiking, as was Eivind's the more clothing he got off of Blue.<br/>
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Blue pointed out a more practical reason as to why they shouldn't have sex in the truck, but Eivind had already been thinking ahead. It was one of the reasons he'd wanted Blue in the back seat. He'd have what he needed well within reach. Eivind didn't stop with his pants just around his hips, but shifted Blue's legs around until he got them peeled completely off. His briefs went next while Eivind was trying to get his own jeans undone, but he only had so much patience with all the clothing. Whatever wasn't necessary to be removed, he wouldn't fool with unless it became a problem.<br/>
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“It'll be alright,” Eivind told him, leaning to reach beneath the drivers seat until his hand came in contract with a tin containing a natural oil he used to clean his tools with; linseed oil. Working with it on a regular basis, he wasn't worried. There were no warnings. He didn't need gloves, and there were no hazards if it was ingested, so he assumed that using it for anal sex would be fine as well. Like any other mild oil. Eivind opened it, to smell it, than held it out for Blue to looked over. It didn't have much scent at all, and with Blue holding the container on all fours, Eivind tipped it to collect some in his hand before bringing it behind Blue. It was thinner than the aloe; much more slick and Eivind had to wonder why he'd never thought of using it before. Likely, he wasn't nearly so cognizant of other people's comfort as he was Blue's. If they came to him for sex, they were better off already being ready for him. Their pleasure wasn't Eivind's responsibility like Blue's was to him.<br/>
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Eivind worked slick fingers inside Blue. If he felt like protesting the oil, Eivind wasn't going to give him much chance. He'd have to trust his judgment when Eivind told him it would be alright. He wouldn't have proceeded if he felt it was going to harm Blue, or make him uncomfortable in any way. Instead, Eivind tried to distract him with fingers and touches from a man who had really started to learn the body of his mate.<br/>
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“Turn over,” Eivind growled, his voice sounding a little impatient, and he moved the oil away, screwing the top back on. He pushed Blue's hips over, encouraging him to slide over onto his back and after he pushed his boxers down to use the oil from his palm to coat his erection. He came down over Blue, seeking his neck out once more. He could smell traces of Vincent; a scent wrong on his mate, and his focus went a little more fuzzy. Blue was still wearing his shirt, and Eivind shifted it upwards as he touched beneath it. He used his knee to open Blue's thighs, shifting between them. The back seat was a little bit frustrating, with the two of them in the back of it, especially with Blue's long limbs, but they'd have to make due. Eivind wasn't going anywhere until Blue was properly fucked. It had been a whole series of things one right after the other, all resulting in strong emotions. Eivind was done with it for the moment, and he wanted to get back to the more simple things; more <i>base</i> things. Eivind was tired of holding his wolf back, and he trusted it with Blue. Not at first, but now.<br/>
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Eivind didn't waste much time, rather, he hiked Blue's hips up and guided himself down into his mate. It felt like a proper balm to the night, but it also riled him further. Eivind hadn't realized how much energy he'd been keeping contained until he was feeling downright explosive, now his anger sparking to mix with lust and need. His hand slid behind Blue's neck, cradling and touching the softer parts of his throat with his finger tips. Instinct told him to be gentle there, as with all the other vulnerable parts of Blue. He could be that contrast between rough and tender. His control could slip him, and he would know not to seriously hurt Blue. Blue could have gotten between him and someone duking it out, and he would know. That was what it meant in the proper way of mating. Eivind understood. That deeply ingrained predatory part of himself understood, and Eivind didn't plan on holding back.</span></span>