Blue liked the way Eivind tasted, clean and earthy, and he opened his mouth without hesitation as Eivind plucked him from his kneeling position on the floor. As always, Blue's long limbs seemed to settle just right against his shorter mate. He moaned softly against his wolf's mouth as Eivind's tongue probed him, arms wrapping around his hard shoulders. "Yes, they're pretty," Blue whined, trying to focus on his lover's words as teeth and fingers danced along his skin. His breathing was ragged, body sizzling as he licked at the remaining flavors of Eivind's essence on his lips. A whimper escaped him as Eivind turned him away, but Blue could see now the older male wanted him pleasured, too, and Blue smiled as fingers grazed his pink throat.<br/><br/>Besides being a treat to look at, Valentino and Ranger appeared more skilled in their professions than Blue would have immediately guessed. The boys sensed Eivind's desires, picking up on his silent instructions as though little antennae were installed at the backs of their skulls, honed on in Eivind's signal. They knew not to touch Blue, perhaps having experienced protective lovers before, but were complicit in satisfying him in different ways as Eivind's hand dove into Blue's sheer underwear and began stimulating his hardly-touched cock.<br/><br/>Sig looked beautiful there, Blue noted. The little wolf had always been attractive with his long flaxen hair and skin kissed by sunlight. Perhaps not quite Blue's type, not initially, but someone he would have been more than willing to entertain were he not painfully in love with his fiance. Watching him there, fondling and being fondled, Blue briefly thought what a shame it was Stellan wasn't here to enjoy the show. Perhaps they'd all have to come back some other time so Stellan could see how lovely it was to watch his mate receiving sensual attention from a collection of handsome men. Assuming Stellan wasn't possessive like Eivind, anyway.<br/><br/>Trembling against Eivind's chest, Blue watched greedily, enjoying his voyeuristic moment. Eivind's familiar rough hands belied a gentleness to his touch, a sweetness he used to pump Blue's cock to the edge. The young man gripped Eivind's thighs as he squirmed against him, needy and panting. "Vin," he cried, tipping his head back against his mate and groaning. He could feel his testicles pull up against his body as his muscles contracted, waves of euphoria washing over him as ribbons of milky ejaculate coated his stomach.<br/><br/>He slumped against his lover, tingling, eyes fluttering. "Fuck," he breathed. "You've made a mess of me." Laughing, Blue wiggled his body in Eivind's lap. "Do you plan on helping me clean up or am I just going to be sticky for the rest of the night?"