There it was again. Blue sounding quite pleased with himself, and Eivind tried to stress how important it was for the young man not to break the contact. Eivind shook his head, trying to convey that he didn't know. Wolves could be rough. Blue knew that. Blue didn't understand what it meant to hold back and be gentle, and Eivind was just barely figuring that out himself. Blue continued to torment him just until there was an end in sight, Eivind thinking that Blue was just going to finish him with his hand so that they might be able to sleep that night. Blue rubbed his aching balls, and Eivind groaned. They were looking at each other, but both apparently had two very different goals in mind.<br/><br/>Blue pulled his hand away just as his climax started to really build.<br/><br/>Eivind was assaulted with thoughts as to why he did this, none of them the correct assumption. For Blue, maybe he didn't like it, or the way his knot had formed. To Eivind, this was almost taken as a rejection, and frustration enveloped him. His lifeline had been severed, and Eivind was only consumed with his need to act, since Blue had stopped. Blue only wrapped his hand around his shoulders, and Eivind didn't understand what he wanted from him. His silence wasn't consent enough, and even if Blue had told him blatantly, he doubted he could have stuffed himself into Blue without hurting him, though he probably would have given it a sorry try.<br/><br/>It was all too much, and the control Eivind had been holding onto quickly spiraled got away from him. He grabbed Blue, heedless of his injuries, his grip too tight. He yanked Blue's dark hair back, exposing his throat and switching their positions so that he was coming down heavy on top of him. His teeth found his collar bone again, only this time he wasn't gentle. He tasted the copper tang of blood, and it only took a few ragged thrusts against Blue's hips before his ball tightened, and he spilled himself between the two of their tightly pressed bodies. The buildup had been too much over the course of the time they'd shared together, and Eivind hadn't seen much end in sight, especially when Blue took his hand away.<br/><br/>It took only a few more seconds before Eivind severely regreted his actions. It had happened so quickly, and he hadn't been careful of his own strength. He didn't know how badly he'd hurt Blue. He did know that he'd bitten him hard enough to draw blood.<br/><br/>"Fuck," Eivind growled, furious with himself that he still couldn't seem to master himself enough to act properly around his own mate. "Blue, are you okay?" he questioned, frowning, leaning over him protectively, as if he hadn't just been the person who flipped Blue hard enough to knock the wind out of his already sore body. He could smell himself smeared between them, his cock still hard and knotted but it hadn't been put anywhere to become locked. Eivind hadn't believed Blue had wanted it. He hadn't meant to take it upon himself to finish in that way. He'd used Blue's body to gain relief without thinking how his partner felt about it. He'd used Blue like a toy just as he'd told him not to do, and guilt compounded as a result.<br/><br/>"God dammit, Blue. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done that."