<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Blue told Eivind what he half-way wanted to hear. The only downside being that they couldn't fuck again so soon with Blue still being sore, but if Eivind had learned anything it was that there was benefit to proper lead up. Blue was in a mood to play it seemed, and neither had an issue enjoying one another. Eivind helped his mate from his clothing, but Blue parted with him shortly after, saying he wanted to play a game, and then giving him the rules. Blue had no problem going with Eivind's suggestion earlier to put on the see-through underwear so long as it was on his terms. This time a new color.<br/>
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“How many pairs of those did you manage to get without my notice?” Eivind questioned, brows raising, though bunched up they looked inconspicuous enough. After putting them on, Blue situated himself on the bed with his sketchbook and told Eivind to take off his clothes. Like usual, the wolf didn't argue. He didn't possess the sultry way of removing his clothing like Blue did either, and so he didn't try. His gaze was openly appraising as it traveled over Blue, and he walked over to the bed. His lover hadn't said where he'd wanted him, and so he made himself comfortable beside him, naked, and not touching Blue for the time being.<br/>
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“Is this okay?” Eivind asked with a quirk of his brow, curious if he could get Blue to touch him instead. If Eivind didn't supply it, was the instinct still there for his mate like it was him?<br/>
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“I feel like if you're going to sketch me the first time, nude, I better do myself justice,” he put in, reaching down to take hold of his cock, leisurely stroking himself. He didn't take his eyes off Blue, using him for inspiration. It was true he didn't care for the feeling of his own hands, but could generally get himself hard if put to the task. Eivind picked up his outside leg and set his foot onto the bed, not obscuring his lover's view of his filling erection. His gaze was heated, and it was easy to imagine where his mind was, and what he was thinking of doing to Blue.<br/>
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“It responds better to your touch,” Eivind admitted, though it looked like he was doing fine. What Eivind really meant is it just felt better when Blue was touching him instead. Hands, mouth, rubbing against his body. Anything was decidedly better than his own rough hands. He didn't know how Blue tolerated them some of the time, but his lover hadn't acted as if he'd minded.<br/>
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“Actually, it might be beneficial for you to touch. Human eyes not being so good and all,” he teased, grin widening. “You don't want to miss any details.” If Blue did touch at all, it wasn't for long. There was a pounding on the door, and Eivind groaned.<br/>
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“Well, Sig is pissed. I hope we didn't ruin his night with..” Eivind paused, actually remembering. “Daniel.” His cock was painfully hard, and he got up to throw on boxers, which he tucked his dick into the waistband of and then stepped into a discarded pair of jeans. No shirt. He didn't even think about it being someone else at the door. He didn't know anyone else was aware of their location beside Sig, and he supposed they did owe him an apology for Eivind nearly choking the life out of an overly presumptuous ex. He'd ruined their night of fun, and it had been going well up until that point.<br/>
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So, Eivind simply opened the door, mind consumed with Blue, making his apology, and then kicking the little wolf out. Instead of one familiar friend though, it was three individuals. All familiar, all unpleasant in their own way, but his gaze narrowed in on Vincent.<br/>
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“What the fuck are you two doing here with him?” Eivind snapped before he thought too much about it, muscles going tense. He remembered Blue laying there, hardly dressed at all, and thought about the scars he wasn't sure he wanted his parents to see.<br/>
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“Blue, get dressed,” he called out to him, trying to block the door and give him some form of warning while trying to obscure the view of their indecent son laid out in a bed they were sharing like a morsel about to be unwrapped. “It's not Sig.” Eivind didn't exactly look friendly and welcoming with Vincent standing there, and he sure a shit wasn't letting him get into their hotel room. The open hostility wasn't directed at Blue's parents, but rather the hulking man he'd beaten the shit out of the night before.<br/>
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“I'm not dealing with you again. <i>You </i>should leave,” he said speaking, and pointing directly at Vincent, a mild warning if he chose to take it. Eivind was still pissed over the way the night had gone, and he'd very nearly gotten over it, but seeing Vincent was a sure fire way to return him to an agitated state. Eivind wasn't manipulative enough to register the sort of shit Vincent was trying to stir until it was much too late.</span></span>