<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Blue hadn't complained given the circumstances in which the fucking had commenced in the truck. It was obvious Eivind hadn't had much practice with it, especially with his obvious frustrations. Things simply were not doing what he wanted them to do, no matter their best efforts, and Blue trying to stabilize himself, taking what he was dealt. Eivind loved that his mate was eager for him, fueling Eivind on, rather than discouraging him. It was a bit of a trial and error process, but Blue didn't protest when he was manhandled into a more accommodating position, just spread his thighs and waited for that cock to fill him again.<br/>
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It was still give and take. Eivind didn't use more force than necessary, no matter the power at his disposal, and Blue was blessedly yielding to his every touch. Blue words (the ones he could form) were throaty and enthusiastic. They were both sweating, and Eivind leaned back to remove his shirt, not so much bothered by the heat they were creating, but wanting to feel Blue. They came together as two slick bodies, Eivind pressing Blue into the cushion of the upholstered seat, back against his chest. If someone was to come upon them, in Eivind's heightened state he was sure he would be well aware of them long before they knew what they were up to in the truck. He didn't care that he'd stripped them both bare, or the state they would arrive in once they got back to the hotel.<br/>
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Blue seemed to enjoy the hand over his throat, and he encouraged him to feel him there. Eivind could tell his excitement through the pounding of his pulse. His scent was thick with arousal. It hadn't fallen sour at all, even during the wolf's roughness. Blue trusted that he wouldn't take things too far. Even with the hand around his throat, Eivind was well aware of his actions, and he cradled him gentle, fingers splayed, pinky pressing down against his collar bone rather than the softness of his throat. Blue was his to cherish. His wolf understood this. At the same time, it recognized his request. Eivind's nostrils flared with need, lost to the moment as he followed the vertebrae in Blue's neck before running his tongue along he scar that shouldn't have been there, one that had been made by another wolf.<br/>
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Perhaps if Eivind had been more insecure in his claim over Blue, he would have been compelled to tear into him. To bloody him, and do more damage to cover what the other wolf had done. An overcompensation to mask it. His fury was rising, especially when he focused in on the mark, one that might always serve as a reminder that someone had hurt his mate. It would have been easy to let that anger bleed through, and it would have been a direct insult to Lofgren. With that though, it would have also been an insult to his mate, the last person who deserved it simply because it made him <i>angry</i> to see it. If Blue had to live with it, so too would he. He'd been avoiding it a lot up to that point, turning Blue when it served to irritate him, but he didn't that time. After mapping it with his tongue, Eivind pressed teeth into Blue, just enough to feel him flatten further over the seats, but rough only to a certain point. His teeth were more blunt in his human form, the same as any man and that made it to where he didn't have to be so careful. It wasn't that he was going to have any chance to mask, or change it, but it was the act itself, and feeling the deliciously pliant body of his mate beneath him, arching back for more.<br/>
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Eivind wasn't done just yet, and he pounded Blue relentlessly while keeping him pressed between his body and the seat, held with teeth that were pressing down, but not closing over flesh. He was willing his knot to wait, told Blue to hold on, and that he wasn't finished. This time he was dragging it out, really taking all that his mate had to give. He wanted to leave him completely wrung out and exhausted. He had to apply more lube at one point, when he could start to feel a pull against the sensitive skin of his cock, uncomfortable for both of them at the pace Eivind had set for them. Blue was ready for his knot when it came, but it still forced him to slow, and once in, his movements would be somewhat limited, though he did his best. Instead of long hard pulls, his thrusts changed to deep and shallow as he tried to hold his release off as long as possible.</span></span>