<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Blue lifted his chin up, submitting and taking all Eivind had to give him. It seemed long overdo, making Blue his in that way. Something clicked with him afterwards, as he continued to ride out his own pleasure and continue to deliver it to his mate. He was more lucid, and perfectly content. All his frustration had spilled away with his seed. With instinctual need sated, it was easier to appreciate Blue as he was locked beneath him. The young man had scooted to lay back farther, careful as they readjusted to the slight change in positioning.<br/>
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“Blue, you feel so good. You<i> still </i>feel so good,” Eivind told him, though his thrusting was less intense than it had been before. He slid one hand beneath Blue's neck, to cradle it as he kissed him, hips moving in soft gyrations. He could feel his knot, not going anywhere, and he found since he was still invested fully in the encounter, his dick wasn't overly-sensitive so long as he was conscious of the way he was angling himself. Usually he wanted things to be over by this point, and he wouldn't have cared if the other person found release or not. Blue's arousal was still driving him mad, knowing the pungent smell of his release and wanting to make that happen again. He'd done so with his mouth before but they were going to be locked in their position together for some time yet.<br/>
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“You're mine now,” Eivind told him, giving one hard thrust to punctuate that statement. It made him grunt. It was more than that though, he realized. “And I'm yours,” he amended. Eivind reached between them, fingers prodding to feel where they were attached. He growled low, a signal of his contentedness, and his hand traveled back up to where Blue was currently touching himself, first putting his hand over the long, knowing fingers to follow his rhythm. Everything was slick and messy from the aloe, and Eivind chanced taking hold of Blue's turgid sex, mimicking Blue's own motions as he continued to fuck him deep and slow.<br/>
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“Is that okay? My hands are not too rough?” Eivind questioned, unsure if Blue would be bothered by his calluses. He'd never given much thought to them before. Calluses made his work easier, but they were hands made for moving wood, not the sensitive flesh of his lover's cock and he couldn't help but feel imperfect touching him in such a way.<br/>
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Eivind's kisses were sweeter now, his tongue less urgent and demanding because he was perfectly aware Blue wasn't going anywhere, and not just because it was physically unwise to try and do so. He tasted every inch of Blue's mouth, his hand still gently stroking his mate. He was clearly a bit unpracticed. He'd hardly even touched himself because he found his own hand not only lackluster, but too grating as well. Of course, before, he couldn't have been bothered to find something inventive to use, like the aloe.</span></span>