Blue listened carefully to Eivind's words, chewing absentmindedly on his bottom lip and running his hands slowly up and down Eivind's chest. Eivind's laugh was velvety and sent pulses of aural pleasure throughout the young man's body, pulses that he was sure Eivind himself would be able to feel. He silently wished that he could return the sentiment and say that he had never had sex with a wolf before, but saying that he had never had<i>consensual</i>sex with a wolf before certainly didn't have the same allure, so he simply remained quiet and let Eivind continue to articulate himself. Hearing his voice with the rain as a steady backing soundtrack was wonderful for Blue, and he found himself becoming more and more fond of the wolf's speech with every word.<br/><br/>"I might have liked you, maybe a little bit," he replied playfully. "At the very least, I would have thought you were very, very hot." He giggled and brought up a hand to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. "So maybe you wouldn't have been the most romantic guy in the world, but I don't know. I think there might have been something charming about having this masculine older man vying for my attention. I would have been very confused at first, and I can't say definitively what I would have thought about any behavior you exhibited. But your determination would have been incredibly endearing, I'm sure of that. I mean, you managed to make me like you a little bit now, so I think you could have done it in different circumstances as well." He whimpered softly when Eivind grazed his teeth against him and then licked him. Licking had been a strange, unpleasant sensation when the wolves of Lofgren's pack had done it, but Blue was finding it curiously pleasant as Eivind dragged his wet tongue across his skin.<br/><br/>"Yes, I can see how this might be a little bewildering," Blue whispered, his heavily lidded eyes dancing down along Eivind's body to see both of their cocks standing at full attention, firm and aching. It was the first time that Blue was seeing Eivind's erection without anything blocking his line of sight. He sighed longingly and slowly reached out, brushing his fingers over the dark, tumid head of his companion's sex. "I wouldn't have climbed on top of you if I didn't want to get fucked," Blue purred, lifting his eyes as his fingers wrapped around Eivind's shaft and teasingly began to stroke, stretching out the torment as long as he possibly could. He wiggled on Eivind's lap, scooting forward as much as he was able so their erections touched, though Blue did not remove his hand from Eivind.<br/><br/>There was something incredibly fulfilling about having the wolf wait for him. He felt powerful sitting atop Eivind's lap, the wolf practically drooling to shove his cock deep inside of Blue's eager, willing asshole. Power like this was unattainable with Lofgren's pack, and even among most--if not all--of Blue's human partners. The boy had always been submissive in the bedroom, that seemed to just be how he was wired and he didn't mind bowing and bending and flexing in all the right ways as long as a confident, gentle hand was there to direct him. But it seemed that many of Blue's partners were either too aggressive, not knowing or not caring about Blue's own need for input, or they possessed no agency whatsoever, sitting like chaste choirboys until Blue made it painfully known that he wanted to be fucked, but by the time the blunt demand left his lips the desire was already waning. Eivind seemed to have learned his lesson from the shower, and the scene on the couch, and although he was making his need incredibly clear, he was being a good wolf and waiting for Blue to have the final say.<br/><br/>It was magnificent.<br/><br/>But Blue didn't want to give up those words just yet, the words that Eivind so desperately craved. This was the first time in his life that he felt completely in control of his own sex life, and the experience was nothing short of a narcotic, flooding his veins and leaving him feeling blissfully high. He had said it, but the look in the wolf's eyes confirmed it for him now. He was Eivind's. And Eivind was<i>his.</i><br/><br/>"I'm sorry you feel like I've tortured you," Blue crooned, his stroking of the werewolf's cock becoming more aggressive as he began to slowly grind on Eivind's lap. Blue leaned forward and kissed Eivind again, moaning softly against his lips before tearing himself away. "You're not mad at me, are you, Eivind?"