Coiling in his hair, Eivind's fingers were strong and sure, demanding without being overly aggressive. It was easy for Blue to melt to the ground in a puddle of lascivious need, acquiescing to his mate's desires without thought. They had grown together like this, two weeds springing forth from cracked and damaged ground, twisting around one another's stems, stretching toward the sun together, intermingling so tightly it was impossible to say where the wants of one ended and the other's began. Blue ran his hands up Eivind's tense thighs as he curled his svelte frame inward, brushing gently against the trapped and angry erection. "Patience, mate," he reminded sweetly. Deft fingers undid the button of his jeans, carefully maneuvering the zipper before reaching in and freeing the throbbing member.<br/><br/>Blue could feel curious eyes on him as Eivind tugged at his shaggy hair. The strippers didn't seem to mind the explicit acts as long as they were between paying clients, and it was difficult to ignore the burning sexual charge that raged between them once Blue had started teasing and dancing. The older male wasn't so grumpy and prudish, it seemed. Not really. He simply only had eyes for the pretty young thing in between his legs, and none of the dancers could fault the gruff man for his loyalty.<br/><br/>Plush coral lips wrapped themselves around Eivind's swollen head, already wet from his arousal. He dug the fingers of his left hand deep into Eivind's quadriceps, using the other to stroke along his firm shaft, not minding that he was putting on a show, not just for his lover, but for his best friend and three strangers, too. Sig had seen both of them naked at some point or another, had slept with them in the same bed after they had made love, their bodies still stinking of adrenaline and semen. He had tasted Blue's tongue and listened as the human moans in the throes of passion, but now he was sitting in the front row, right next to the alpha as a his friend licked, sucked, and lapped attentively. There was something stimulating about that, and Blue couldn't stop his own tumid sex from growing as he took Eivind deep into the back of his throat, gagging lightly.<br/><br/>When Blue came up for air, Eivind's cock was shiny and sleek with saliva. He smiled, gently massaging his lover's heavy balls as he readjusted his own cock, pressing the long shaft against his stomach. "How's that? You like that?" Blue hummed, eyes following the lines of Diesel's chiseled arms as he rubbed along his mate's chest. He liked the way Eivind's shirt sat half-open, thick chest hair sprouting from the gap in the fabric. Eivind was handling this well, settling against the couch and not seeming to mind so much that a stranger was touching him. Blue thought Eivind looked absolutely stunning there, like a wild king being pleasured by his most favorite of lovers. There was an elegance to his beastly paramour, an inherent regal quality hiding just beneath his petulant surface.<i>You're such a perfect alpha, </i>Blue thought, though he was grateful Eivind was his, his and no one else's.<br/><br/>He could feel the tension in his lover's muscles, like a rubber band pulled to tightly, ready to snap at any moment. Deciding Eivind would feel much better once he came, Blue continued to fellate him, stroking along his length rhythmically. He thrummed as he went, sending pleasurable vibrations down along the wolf's cock, hoping to elicit his knot and rub him to completion.