Eivind was treating his body with the utmost care, gently cradling him against his chest as he slipped his finger inside, forcing a small gasp to escape Blue's coral lips. The light pressure seemed so foreign to him, but welcome. He wanted this penetration and more, but he knew Eivind had to take his time. For both of them. So although he still had the strong desire to grind back against Eivind's hand, Blue kept still, letting Eivind explore as he pleased. When Blue had made his desires known, the wolf responded instantly, removing his finger to briefly rub a layer of precum onto his clenching sphincter. More breathy, delicate sounds escaped his mouth as Eivind rubbed against him, then shoved his finger inside once more, prepping Blue for the much,<i>much </i>larger appendage that was to follow.<br/><br/>Blue loosened up significantly as Eivind continued to finger him, his body relaxing for the first time in what felt like years. The past few months had transformed sex from something euphoric and beautiful into a horrific, traumatizing, violent experience. Unwanted touches still brought up feelings of anxiety and turmoil, reminding him of every wolf who had taken him against his will. But he wanted this. Every bone in Blue's body screamed for Eivind, his skin begged for his touch, and whether this was just a natural response or something more, some inexplicable, fantastical connection, it didn't matter. His body and mind were telling him this was okay. It would be all right. Eivind wouldn't hurt him. Blue had placed all the trust he could muster into Eivind, a wolf, a killer, expecting the sweetest of touches. And Eivind was delivering, just as Blue wished.<br/><br/>The wolf laid his body down on the floor of the cave, smooth rock supporting the young man's lithe frame. It wasn't comfortable, exactly, but there were no rough edges, no harsh points, and Blue had gotten used to sleeping on the ground, so this would serve fine for their purposes. Eivind spread Blue's legs wide, encouraging the younger man to open to him, and he did so ardently. He stretched his arms above his head as Eivind bent over him, dragging his teeth along the fair boy's collar bone. Not aggressively. Affectionately. Even in the dim light, Blue could already see Eivind's skin darkening where he had bit him. Although he didn't understand why, the sight of the damaged skin flooded him with feelings of satisfaction. The wolf's hungry cock was pressing against his stretched hole, and all Blue wanted to do was scream for his partner to shove it in, but he held himself, as difficult as it was. Encouraging Eivind's aggressive side had never ended well for them, he had to keep reminding himself of this. They were so close. No need to rush. No need to fight for it. Good things came to those who waited.<br/><br/>Blue was pulled in two directions when his lover finally took the plunge and slipped inside of him, directing his attention to his mouth while the heavy cock pushed past the initial rings of tight muscle. Blue cried out, half in pain, half in pleasure, but he didn't want Eivind to stop. He threw his arms around Eivind and dug his nails into his back as he continued to push into him, Blue able to feel every pulsing, throbbing inch of his wolf. When all of Eivind was finally inside, Blue let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He tore his lips away from the wolf's face and stared up into his eyes, tightening his lean thighs around his waist. But it seemed the control that Eivind had managed to hold onto for so, so long had finally broken, and it was only a few short and sweet moments they held together, staring, before Eivind slipped his hand beneath Blue and pulled him up so he could thrust inside of him more fully.<br/><br/>Blue's head fell back onto the rock and his eyes rolled back up into his skull as Eivind pumped his hips back and forth, moaning in ecstasy as the wolf's length filled him again, and again, and again. It felt glorious. At first. Eivind's cock seemed to be made for him. The perfect size, the perfect girth, the perfect angle to press against his prostate and elicit sighs of felicity as it moved inside of him. But these feelings of bliss didn't last, as saliva was a poor lubricant for sexual acts, and soon enough Eivind's pleasurable, repetitive plunges felt irritating and grating against the sensitive skin of his puckered orifice. Moans of delight had degraded into grunts of irritation and pain, and Blue was holding Eivind with his knees, trying to push the wolf back.<br/><br/>"Stop," Blue panted, squeezing gently against Eivind's ribs as he brought his legs up. "Stop, Eivind, you're hurting me."<br/><br/>The last time Blue had told him to stop, Eivind hadn't listened. It had taken him kneeing Eivind in the side and screaming for the wolf to pay attention, and they hadn't even been fucking then. A tinge of fear passed across Blue's stormy eyes as he looked up at his mate, hoping that Eivind could find the control within himself to yield to Blue's requests. He knew how difficult it was for Eivind to control himself around him, how violent Eivind could be when he was craving to claim Blue. Every drop of blood in the wolf's body told him that he needed to make Blue his, and the boy knew this, but he couldn't bear the idea that their first time was going to be uncomfortable, dry, and unpleasant. It was supposed to be wonderful. They were mates. It was supposed to be perfect.<br/><br/>But it wasn't. And Blue didn't know what to do other than ask Eivind to stop and hope that Eivind's mind hadn't lost itself in his animalistic urges.