Eivind seemed to enjoy it as his young mate washed his cock, and Blue couldn't help but notice how he spread his legs wider, inviting Blue in. The young man smiled and eased himself closer, taking perhaps a little more time than necessary to clean Eivind's manhood as the older male went about lightly discussing their housing options, making a number of valid points Blue hadn't considered.<br/><br/>His mate wanted a kitchen, which was more than understandable. Blue didn't really know how to cook much, but he'd be willing to learn in order to provide himself and his mate with more than just roasted meat and bacon sandwiches. By the look on Eivind's face, it seemed an apartment was immediately out. That made sense when Blue took the time to consider Eivind's position. Blue didn't mind the idea; he was never a person who took up much space and he didn't need a lot in order to be happy, but he also wasn't a wolf. His mate was used to wandering off and living in the woods for months at a time like some kind of beautiful, feral animal, running and hunting and stretching out his legs<i>as </i>a wolf. There was no way he was going to be able to do that if they were cooped up in an apartment building, and their other options weren't looking so tempting either once Eivind had deemed them inconvenient.<br/><br/>Blue wasn't sure what more he could say, didn't know what to offer, but the wolf pushed the conversation forward, leaving Blue staring at him in surprise as he spoke. “You want me to go back to school?” he replied incredulously, looking into his partner's eyes and instinctively searching for the catch, but there didn't seem to be one. There never was with Eivind. His words were simple and straightforward, and Blue's body trembled with blossoming appreciation for his lover, a smile appearing on his bright face. “I'll make it up to you, I promise,” he whispered, chewing on his bottom lip as he thought about how generous it was for Eivind to offer paying for his schooling, as the thought occurred to him that his father wouldn't be likely to pick up the bill once he learned whom his son was fucking.<br/><br/>“What, no pony?” Blue feigned offense, letting his jaw drop and knitting his eyebrows together dramatically as he stared at the wolf. “What kind of boyfriend are you?” He huffed, but he wasn't able to keep up the facade long and erupted into a fit of giggles after only a few seconds. “That's probably for the best,” he added, “I don't know shit about ponies.”<br/><br/>There was a short silence as Blue worked his fingers through his partner's thick hair, before he made his minor request. Blue kept his eyes on the top of Eivind's scalp, but he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward into the older man, pressing their chests together as the boy's elegant fingers massaged shampoo into his locks, stripping away any excessive oils, dirt, and anything else Eivind had managed to pick up since the last time he had dunked his head beneath the water. He was so handsome, and being wet and naked and up against him was more than the young man could tolerate. He was hard under the water, and the view of his cock was only partially concealed by the various bubbles that floated along the surface like fluffy white lilypads.<br/><br/>Blue's attention was momentarily directed to a less erotic subject when his mate responded positively to his inquiry. “Are you asking me to dress you, Eivind?” Blue teased, grinning wide. “I'm sure I could find you something appropriate, although it might be less,<i>'No, sir. I didn't take advantage of your son,' </i>and more,<i> 'Yes, sir, I am fucking your son but look at what a well-dressed and charming man I am so how can you possibly be upset?'</i>” He laughed, but deep down Blue knew that the nicest clothes they could buy wouldn't do much to sway his parents' opinions. His mother, maybe, she had always been more tolerant of her son's alternative behaviors and she might appreciate Eivind's candid demeaner as long as he was polite. But Louis Broussard? He was a stubborn man with old fashioned ideas of how the world should work and he had dug his heels in long ago. Eivind at his best wasn't going to change that. But Blue still wanted to try.<br/><br/>He instructed his mate to dip his head again to wash out the shampoo. While Eivind submerged himself, Blue got his hands slick with conditioner in a small attempt to soften up his partner's coarse waves. He adored the way Eivind's hair curled at the ends, shaggy and thick and perfect for holding onto, and was finding his breathing quickening as he began to massage the man's scalp once more.<br/><br/>“Yes, we'll go get some clothes and then stop and get toiletries and things after. Your beard is looking a little scraggly. It's so unattractive. Don't you know I only like my mountain men with perfectly manicured facial hair?”<br/><br/>Almost as if his body was moving of its own volition, Blue found himself slowly shifting through the water, placing his knees at either side of Eivind's thighs and straddling the man's lap as he continued to drag his hands through his dark hair. “Oh, clothes and real food? You're spoiling me today, Vin,” he breathed, leaning against his mate's body, his rigid cock caught between them.<br/><br/>“I appreciate you, you know that?” Blue whispered, settling back on his partner's lap so he could look at him now, study him, memorize every line of Eivind's face. “You've already done so much for me. You're going to do more and I haven't... I haven't done anything for you.” He stopped and leaned forward, closing his eyes as he brushed his lips against the wolf's, feeling his sex pulse as their skin came into contact. He moaned softly as his slippery fingers entangled themselves in Eivind's hair, wanting,<i>needing</i>to feel Eivind take him, to cement their claim to one another again. And again. And again. He didn't care about his stupid ribs, nor was he thinking clearly, about how irresponsible it was to engage in heavy physical activity so soon after having dangerous fluid drained from his body. He was vulnerable, though he didn't want to admit it, and the medication he was on gave him perhaps a bit too much confidence.<br/><br/>But like Eivind said, Blue was young, and although he was perhaps more cautious and thoughtful than his mate had been at his age, Blue was still swayed by desire and emotion, and he let himself get carried away as his kisses became deeper and his hold on the wolf became tighter. There was an unfamiliar voice inside of Blue whispering sensuously in his ear, telling him he needed to please his wolf. He listened, though he didn't know how to proceed. Eivind had shown him that he did not consider Blue his inferior in any way; they were partners, they were a team, even if Blue wasn't exactly pulling his weight. But still, there was something... murmuring, its voice quiet but firm, telling him that their coupling still wasn't complete, that something else needed to be done. But he didn't know what, and he didn't know if Eivind was aware of it, either.<br/><br/>His stomach rumbled, eager for food, but Blue paid it no mind, his focus entirely on the taste of his partner's mouth. Is this what it felt like to not be able to stop yourself?