He allowed Eivind to pull him out of the rain and back toward the fire and the tree. Eivind explained to him the purpose of the knot while tending to the wound he had inflicted on Blue's skin, and Blue watched as the wolf wiped at the bite marks with an alcohol wipe before beginning to bandage it. Eivind's comments about some wolves preferring their partners remained still after they calm brought back memories of Lofgren. The alpha had always demanded Blue remain perfectly still when his knot was locked inside of him, lest he cause the large wolf discomfort by stimulating his overly sensitive flesh. If Blue did not comply, Lofgren was never shy about hurting him until he did. These thoughts were incredibly unpleasant for Blue, so he aggressively pushed them away and silently hoped that Eivind wouldn't require such strict behavior from him whenever he was finally inside.<br/><br/>Blue was surprised when Eivind began peppering his torso with sweet, gentle kisses, and although he was enjoying the attention, he found himself relieved when Eivind opened up the pill bottle for him and let him snag one. The pain in his side had dulled, but only slightly, and he doubted he was going to be able to get any rest at all if the aching didn't settle. He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it down, finding the sensation of the tablet traveling down his throat to be less than enjoyable, but the way the wolf was descending down his body was distracting enough that his musings on the unsatisfactory feeling left him rather quickly.<br/><br/>He giggled when Eivind licked at his navel; Blue was ticklish there, and his hand reached up to tenderly pull Eivind's head away, but the wolf was already continuing his path downward. With each kiss, the boy's cock grew harder and pulses of pleasure beat through Blue's lean body, causing the boy to gasp and writhe in his place against the tree. By the time Eivind had reached his scrotum, Blue was rigid and throbbing again, his cock demanding the release that he had been previously denied thanks to Eivind's hasty actions. "Eivind," he breathed, resting his head back against the tree trunk and closing his eyes as the wolf licked him, then nuzzled against his engorged appendage. "You like the way I smell?" he asked, spreading his elongated legs and lazily draping them off to the sides so Eivind could more comfortably situate himself between them if he so desired. Blue wondered if smelling himself on him was arousing to the wolf. Was that another aspect to being a mated pair to which Blue was ignorant? Once a wolf began the process of marking and claiming his mate, did that connection, that pull get even stronger? Blue found the deeper the two traveled down along the path of a real relationship, the more Blue wanted Eivind. Almost everything about the wolf called to Blue, and even the parts that annoyed him--Eivind's temper, his obtuseness when it came to humans, his literal mindedness--were all still endearing in way that Blue couldn't quite understand or define. Eivind was<i>something</i>to him, and each day that something seemed to become a little stronger while managing to come across as confusing and muddy. But he figured, with time, that clarity would descend upon them both.<br/><br/>"You know what I like?" Blue asked, his voice soft and silky. "I like you down there." Blue's fingers slithered their way into Eivind's long, thick, dark hair, and the boy pressed his hips forward slightly while gingerly tugging on the wolf's strands. "I think you owe me one. It's the least you can do. You can smell more of me, if you want. And maybe get some of me on you, too."