<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“I didn't order you back here with the intention of fucking you dry,” Eivind told Blue, meaning he'd already given thought to it before taking Blue down that side street, deliberately seeking out a dead end. Even then, Blue's argument had only been half-hearted. His body wanted it, but Blue knew the practicality of the situation. Eivind had already thought about a solution, as he divulged to his lover. Eivind hadn't thought ahead as far as bringing lube along with them, but he had managed to remind himself of something he always always carried in his truck.<br/>
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“For my tools, so they don't rust,” Eivind said, laughing a little before proceeding. Blue decided he didn't mind, giving the okay, though the wolf was already a step ahead of him. He'd never put the oil to task in the way he was doing now, but it felt just about perfect to him as he sank his cock into his mate. Eivind himself didn't like using things that smelled too strong, or were filled with unknown chemicals. He was a simple man, and preferred to work with products he could understand. It seemed as if the linseed oil was rather multi-purpose in it's function, more so than the wolf thought even.<br/>
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Blue seemed to shift along with him as far as what both men wanted, and he was panting and begging in all the right ways. Eivind wanted his mate needy and desperate beneath him, and he wanted to give him all that he desired. Just the same, Eivind wanted to ravage him. He'd been careful before, through most of it (and paid for it the times he hadn't been). Blue had been injured, but he was doing better now. He'd been active throughout the night. Eivind could taste the salt on his skin. He had been feeling good, wasn't acting sore, and had kept up with his breathing exercises. There wasn't anything preventing him now, and Eivind was able to quiet his thoughts and simply <i>act</i>. He knew Blue, and Blue knew him. They were devoted to one another, and everything up to that point had been carefully led up to. Eivind trusted his body to react to his mate in all the right ways. He trusted that they both needed this. Blue seemed to have a real understanding of what he was asking for. He was more aware of how Eivind operated. He didn't think Blue was frightened of him, not of him truly, even if they'd proven to be rather aggressive at times.<br/>
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Eivind had to take a firm hold of Blue when he started to move into him with weighty thrust, so as to keep from shifting his lover into the uncomfortable side panel of the truck. He encouraged Blue to take hold of him, to keep them close as blunt teeth raked over his mate's throat. Blue had tilted his head up in invitation and submission, trusting Eivind the same with his vulnerability even as he handled Blue in other areas with some measure of roughness, yanking, pulling, and holding. He wanted Blue in a position where he could move into him with power and ease. The truck made that difficult, and Eivind let out a growl to signal his frustration. It was making him angry; everything seemed to be that night, but of course it manifest as violence towards his mate. It just made him hold tighter, his movements more determined to comply with his mate's request to be claimed.<br/>
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Eivind's knee fell from the seats to the floor board, and he realized their position wasn't the most conductive for what he was wanting to do. Not in the confined space. His thrusting kept scooting Blue forward, until his long frame was jammed into an corner, forcing Eivind to have to shift back, stop, and re-position. He was growling again, kicking off his boots and trying to get out of his clothing. He tugged Blue up, putting him chest first against the back seat, giving him a view out of the back of his truck, momentarily obstructed as Eivind pulled his shirt over his head. Blue had to spread his thighs or tilt his head to avoid the roof of the vehicle, and it wasn't long before Eivind was between them again, sliding back into his lover's tight opening. In that position, he was less limited, and the seats acted as a brace for Blue, one that was more comfortable than hard paneling. He still held him, vibrating his contentment as he got the angle, and powerful snap of his hips he was seeking. Eivind trailed his teeth along the back of Blue's neck, tasting the salt until he came over the scar, and another deep pang of fury washed over him.<br/>
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Eivind's fingers holding Blue's hips tightened, and he let out some of his frustration in his thrusts, knowing Blue would feel him the next day. Eivind didn't realize it in the heat of the moment, but he wanted to leave Blue with lingering reminders of his cock. Not pain, but he wanted him to feel well used by him. He might leave him with a few bruises as well, unintentional mostly given the confines and odd press of the occasional seat belt buckle. His hands found Blue's throat again, tipping his chin back, guiding his mate with a thumb to kiss him open mouthed and hard. He wanted to remind Blue exactly who it was behind him, if his cock wasn't obvious enough and well mapped out by his familiar explorations. He still wore his shirt, not having enough hands to remove it, much more interested in keeping them in places on Blue. He'd gotten free of his jeans though, and mostly free of his boxers, enough that his movements were not so limited. His knot wasn't obvious yet, his frustration dragging things out, as well as his need to properly exert himself. Too much energy meant he had plenty to expend.</span></span>