Eivind gripped him tightly, pulling him off of the counter and carrying him over to the couch. Blue whimpered in response, clutching at Eivind and wrapping his legs around the man's waist. Blue's lanky body didn't seem to hinder Eivind in the slightest, and a small huff came from him when Eivind stumbled over to the couch and shoved Blue down onto the cushions. The wolf had removed himself of his jeans and now the only thing separating them were Eivind's boxers; Blue lay there before him, naked and exposed, his scarred and brutalized body tight and pressed against him. Eivind didn't seem to mind the scars, or the way Blue's ribs now seemed to protrude ever so slightly as they healed. He didn't mind the fairness of Blue's skin or the dark circles that still seemed to linger beneath Blue's eyes, although they had cleared up significantly since being under Eivind and Alaric's care. All Eivind seemed to care about was him, as he was, in whatever capacity that meant, and Blue felt that yearning as Eivind situated himself in between his legs and nuzzled at his neck. His fingers found the wolf's hair again and gripped it tightly, wanting to hold him there, wanting to savor the moment and slowly, gently ease into sex, if only the wolf would listen.<br/><br/>"Easy," Blue said once more, as firmly as he could manage, his thighs tightening around his partner's waist to hopefully keep him in place and let him know that he didn't want to be penetrated, not just yet, but<i>still</i>Eivind didn't seem to hear him. His movements, though not violent, were aggressive and dictatorial, allowing Blue little room to protest. Eivind kissed him again, and Blue found himself melting at the wolf's demanding touch, though this time it was less willingly as it had been back in the kitchen. He didn't like that Eivind wasn't listening to him, wasn't even acknowledging that Blue had said anything at all. As Eivind continued to move on top of him, Blue's heart began to pound, but not in eager anticipation.<br/><br/>The boy gasped when Eivind pulled down his boxers and pressed his cock against him. It was thick and heavy, pulsing wildly and even though Blue couldn't see it, he could feel the heat emanating from Eivind's groin and the desire to have his lust sated. And although Blue wanted it, this was all happening too fast, too aggressively. Despite the fact that he wanted to forget, wanted to push the images of Lofgren and Alden and the rest of them out of his head, Blue was sorely reminded of them as Eivind lay on top of him, ignoring every request Blue had given. He didn't want to believe that all sex with wolves would be like this, harsh and unforgiving with little input from him, but even Eivind, his supposed mate, wasn't listening. "Eivind." he said sternly against the wolf's mouth, but he did nothing other than continue to rub against him, and the fear clutched at Blue's throat and forced him to decide that enough was enough. He couldn't do this.<br/><br/>"Stop! Just stop!" Blue screamed, bringing his knee up harshly into Eivind's side and pushing against his chest to toss the wolf off of him. Blue was still relatively weak in his current state, especially against a werewolf, but the strength in his legs was nothing to scoff at, and if him pushing against Eivind didn't encourage a reaction, the kneeing of his ribs certainly would.<br/><br/>"I don't want it like this!" he continued, wiggling his body violently and sitting himself up and pulling his legs up to his chest, huddling there in a protective position an in attempt to get Eivind off of him. "Can't you fucking listen for one fucking second?!" His voice was loud and agitated, with tinges of panic lacing the edges of his words. The fear that had gripped him in the shower had returned, but it was weaker now. He didn't believe Eivind wanted to rape him. If he had, he would have done so a long time ago, but Eivind wasn't treating Blue like a lover, either. He was treating him like a sex doll, something to smother and use at his discretion, and Eivind hadn't earned those kinds of liberties yet. With time, Blue would welcome the wolf's touch whenever it came to him, he would be happy to satisfy his gruff lover as long as there was some reciprocation, some acknowledgement that Blue had needs and desires and a will that had to be satisfied. But Eivind thought only of himself and his cock, and Blue didn't want to be with anyone who considered him nothing more than a warm body to fuck.<br/><br/>"We can't do this if this is how it's going to be all the fucking time, do you understand that? How many times do I have to tell you that I'm a person. I'm not a toy!" He sighed, bringing up a hand to rub at his eyes until they were bright red. "I . . . I want you, okay? As much as it fucking pains me to say I want you. But if you're going to ignore me when I ask you to slow the fuck down, this is never going to fucking happen. Ever. Do you understand me? Can you get that through your thick skull?"