Blue’s body unfurled and coiled like a spring being stretched beyond its limit only to be released and allowed to comfortably twist upon itself once more. His muscles contracted, tightening in a desperate effort to bring Eivind closer, to pull him up on top of him and cease this euphoric torture dispensed upon him by a familiar, knowing tongue. “Fuck, Vin,” the young man whined, fingers dipping into the wild waves of Eivind’s thick hair, curling deep brown strands around themselves and holding on tightly as the wolf’s warm mouth teased him.<br/><br/>This man was perfection. A fierce, cantankerous beast tamed only by the intense love he felt for his young mate. Though they had initially come together with rough edges, irritating one another’s flesh with their bristly ends, they had ground against one another until they were smooth. Two pieces that could fit with no other, two halves of a whole Blue never knew he needed. He loved his husband, passionately and without restraint, and as Eivind’s fingers plunged into his tight opening he couldn’t help but cry out in desperation. He craved--no, needed--his wolf’s fervent aggression. Especially tonight, when it potentially could be their last, regardless of what Sig promised.<br/><br/>The human opened himself without hesitation as Eivind released him from his oral torment. Sleek thighs spread and trembled as Eivind’s swollen cock plunged deep inside of his body, sending tremors of pleasure radiating throughout Blue’s lithe form. To his relief, Eivind held nothing back, vigorously pounding into Blue’s backside as if he too knew what his youthful lover was planning. Blue squealed, hands finding the tense muscles of Eivind’s back, fingernails digging into hot, sweaty flesh, eager to break through and draw a drop of blood.<br/><br/>“Harder,” Blue growled, pressing unforgivingly into Eivind’s skin. His wolf was quick to acquiesce, hips slamming into him without mercy. It was what Blue wanted. What it needed to be. Blue would come to Lofgren sore and aching, reeking of Eivind’s scent. Of his cum. A display of defiance Lofgren would be eager to beat out of him, if he were lucky.<br/><br/>A hand slid down from Eivind’s back and slithered between them, gripping tightly at the erect cock pressed between their bodies. Blue’s head rolled back as he stimulated himself, groaning as Eivind’s body slapped against his own. “Mark me again,” he whimpered, soft voice fighting to drown out the sound of vigorous thrusts. “Mark me and come in me and I’ll explode all over you,” he promised.<br/><br/>“Please, Vin...”