There it was, that intense, robust climax Blue had been craving from his mate. Eivind's knot was as large as it was going to get, plugging Blue up completely and keeping the two males locked together as the wolf released inside of him. Eivind didn't cease his movement, and Blue couldn't stop himself from edging over the cliff of his transcendent sensory plateau and falling head first into his own orgasmic bliss, ejaculating into his palms as his lover internally massaged his sensitive prostate. He breathed out a series of expletives as his body melted against the older male's, transforming into a useless collection of limbs attached to a sleepy, exceptionally-fucked young man.<br/><br/>Blue managed a small laugh as Eivind complimented him, allowing his mate to very carefully shift their wet, sticky bodies down onto the seats, Blue's stomach against the cushions and Eivind balancing himself on top, holding up the weight of his upper body while their lower halves were still tied together. "Oh, really? Is this the most beautiful I've ever looked to you?" Blue asked teasingly, doing his best to keep his cum-stained hands from touching anything in Eivind's truck. His shaggy dark hair, usually a charming, boyish cascade of waves, was damp and sticking to his forehead, while his skin was red and flushed from their vigorous lovemaking. Perhaps, to Eivind, that was incredible. Blue was of the opinion that he simply looked like a freshly sexed mess.<br/><br/>It was a long time before Eivind's knot subsided, perhaps longer than usual, and by the time his lupine lover slipped out of him, Blue was already beginning to doze off in the backseat. Blue had gotten used to the feeling of Eivind being interlocked with his body, so much so that it had become a rather comforting feeling as he drifted off into unconsciousness. But Eivind didn't allow him to fall asleep completely, turning the young male over, wiping his hands and body down with a towel and helping him get back into his clothes. It was difficult shimmying Blue's tight jeans up his legs while he was still covered in salty perspiration, but Eivind managed somehow while Blue lazily allowed him to manipulate his limbs. A shirt was slipped over Blue's head, and when Eivind asked if Blue would like to lie in the back or sit up front, all the young male could do was sleepily curl his long body up and rest his head on his arm, his eyes already closed.<br/><br/>By the time Eivind got them back to the hotel, Blue was already knocked out, unable to be roused by the wolf's gentle encouragement. When Blue awoke the next morning, he couldn't remember how he ended up naked in the hotel bed, but he was sure Eivind must have carried him and stripped him bare in the middle of the night. He could feel the dried sweat and salt on his skin, leaving him gritty and desperately in need of a shower. Memories of last night flooded the young man's mind: dancing euphorically with Sig, his unfortunate encounter with his ex-boyfriend, Eivind almost killing said ex-boyfriend. The soreness in his backside ensured Blue didn't forget about what had happened after the near-murder, their naughty dalliance in Eivind's truck. Blue still felt like the warmth from Eivind's seed was pulsing through his body, though he couldn't be sure how many hours he had slept.<br/><br/>A hairy arm was slung over his narrow waist. His wolf. Blue shifted around and found himself face to face with Eivind's sleeping form, his lips slightly parted, his breathing deep and slow. Blue lifted a hand to gently run his fingers through the hair on Eivind's chest, inching himself as close to the wolf as he could. It wasn't often Blue awoke before Eivind. Perhaps he should take advantage of it.<br/><br/>The young man grinned before carefully scooting downwards, removing the single white bed sheet that covered the wolf's lower half. Blue let his hand settle on Eivind's hip as he wrapped his lips around his mate's flaccid cock, willing the older male awake with his warm, wet mouth and playful tongue.