Eivind didn't fight him, not in the way Blue might have expected him to. Instead, the wolf yielded, letting Blue dominate his mouth for a moment, their tongues dancing together, Blue's cock hardening as their lips wrestled and hands began to run along every taut muscle, every bulging vein. The wolf pulled him on top and Blue was sitting in his lap, just like that first night in the rain, but this time something was different. Blue could feel it as he straddled Eivind's thighs and rocked himself gently, shivering as the wolf's girth pressed against his ass cheeks. Eivind was taking control, yes, but slowly, carefully, letting Blue play how he wanted but not letting him push too far. There was a quiet control that seemed to flow from Eivind's fingers as he touched Blue's body, stroking along every inch of skin as if he were learning about each line, each crevice solely from touch. Blue mewled delicately as Eivind's hands passed along his ass, curiously slipping in between the divide and pressing against Blue's entrance. It was the first time Eivind had ever touched him there like that, and the wolf's fingers sent bursts of pleasure up through Blue's body, even from the tiniest of caresses.<br/><br/>Blue wanted to press back, to demand more, but Eivind confidently, firmly recommended against it, and Blue listened. He recalled the last time they had tried this, how both males were functioning on their own planes, unable to communicate with one another fully and clearly. Not this time. No, Blue was determined to make this work. He wanted nothing more in the world than to feel Eivind inside of him, and he wouldn't allow himself to get caught up in his own head, his own desires. Eivind's words were heavy on his ears, like molasses dripping down along the canal, but he listened, and continued to rock slowly, so very slowly against the wolf's finger and cock.<br/><br/>Eivind's lips were gorgeous, beautiful beyond comprehension, and the words that fell from him were drenched with honey. "Eivind," Blue whispered, ceasing his gentle gyrations for a moment, wrapping his arms around Eivind's strong shoulders. "I want you. I want this," his said, his voice breathy, chest heaving. They had done so little, only kissed and lightly touched, but already Blue was feeling like he was going to explode into flaming pieces of flesh if Eivind didn't take him. "I want you to fuck me. Make love to me. Mate with me. I don't care what the fuck wolves call it. I want you to bite me, mark me, come in me. I want to smell like you.<i>Just</i>you. I want to be your mate. And I want every fucking wolf to know it." A mischievous grin spread across the young man's face, and without another word he buried himself in the crook of Eivind's neck, showering the wolf's skin with kisses. Blue began moving again, pressing his ass back against Eivind's cock, but only slightly, still being somewhat careful about his movements.<br/><br/>"I think I owe you this," Blue panted, sinking his teeth into the curve where Eivind's neck met his shoulder. He bit down hard, not hard enough to draw blood, as Eivind had done to him, but surely a bruise would be left on Eivind's already damaged body when Blue was finished. The ugly marks the moose had left on the wolf's torso were already beginning to turn sickening shades of light purple and dark yellow, but Blue didn't care. Eivind was magnificent in his eyes, regardless of whatever injuries the wolf sustained. Blue could only hope that Eivind felt the same for him and all of the horrendous, disfiguring scarring that covered Blue's body.<br/><br/>He pulled his head back and entangled his fingers in the hair at the back of Eivind's head, reveling in the damp strands and gripping them tightly. "Fuck me," he demanded, his pupils wide, almost completely eclipsing Blue's striking gray irises.