The air was sweet and cool as it settled on Blue's naked body, stimulating the hairs on his arms and legs, making them stand on end. Distracting his irascible mate with sex was a foolproof method at calming the wolf and resetting him back to a somewhat agreeable demeanor. The closeness Blue achieved with his mate during coupling, the intense and addictive intimacy, were things he had quickly grown to appreciate. When Eivind slipped his cock inside of him, the young man made sure to whimper and whine, just the way he knew Eivind liked. The sounds had always seemed to encourage his mate; Blue's way of letting Eivind know he was doing everything<i>just right</i>. Despite the human's tender mewls and moaning, Eivind still became frustrated. He wanted to fuck<i>hard, </i>he wanted to fuck like a wolf, but the weakness in his thigh didn't allow Eivind to get the power he needed to pound his mate's attractive backside. Blue didn't mind it when the wolf grew tired and flopped onto his back in a small fit of defeat, allowing the young man to climb on top of him and ride him until they both succumbed to the rolling waves of pleasure from their respective orgasms. Eivind may not have been completely satisfied with his inability to ravage Blue's ass, but a vocal part of Blue found unintended pleasure at having such a powerful wolf bending to his will.<br/><br/>Gasping and covered in a thin layer of sweat, they lay there together on the back porch for a short while, Blue soaking up the heat from his boyfriend's warm body. The sound of a large truck pulling up to the front of the cabin could be heard even from their relaxed location, the large tires disrupting the patch of dirt at the bottom of the porch steps. Blue pulled his pajama bottoms over his long legs, following Eivind. “What is this?” he asked curiously, standing off to the side as movers opened up the back of the truck and began hauling in the new living room set.<br/><br/>When the movers had finished changing out the old seating arrangements for the new, Blue took the opportunity to run his fingers over the new furniture, his eyes wide. “This didn't cost you a lot, did it?” he asked warily, figuring the price for sets so nice could hike up into the thousands. Eivind said it didn't matter. They needed something new. Something not stained with various bodily fluids. Despite his initial reservations, Blue couldn't help but agree, and Eivind didn't seem worried. The boy happily wound himself around his lover's shoulders, peppering kisses along Eivind's hairy cheeks, burying his nose in his wolf's beard. “I love it, Vin,” he said simply, smiling a wide and toothy grin.<br/><br/>For dinner, Blue had decided to keep things relatively simple. Hearty beef stew filled with veggies and freshly baked buttery biscuits on the side. Blue wasn't as good of a cook as Sig, he had learned this almost immediately after having ruined more than one steak, creating tough and chewy meat when it was supposed to be tender and melt in your mouth, but he had been working on it. He looked up meat-centric recipes once the little wolf had gone off on his own and did his best to accommodate his lover's appetite while he was immobilized. Stew was easy and filling, with large chunks of red steak for Eivind to sink his teeth into. It was the one recipe Blue was truly confident in executing.<br/><br/>Hands wrapped themselves around Blue's body, eliciting a soft purr from the boy's lips as he leaned back, surprised to feel fabric instead of skin. “What are you wearing?” Blue asked, his lips curled up into a smirk, but really what he was asking his lover was<i>Why are you wearing anything at all? </i>Eivind responded oddly, suggesting Blue get himself cleaned up, but for what? Eivind liked Blue naked as often as possible, he liked the way Blue smelled,<i>especially </i>after he had deposited his seed into his young mate. Though Blue found his mate's behavior strange, he acquiesced, leaving the stew in the wolf's hands. It was a recipe that took a while to complete, at least two hours, so Eivind wouldn't really have anything to do besides just watch.<br/><br/>Blue took his time enjoying the shower, returning to the kitchen about forty minutes later, washed and dressed in a pair of dark slimfit jeans and a forest green cardigan, with his increasingly shaggy dark hair loosely pulled into a small ponytail at the back of his head. Attention was given to Eivind immediately, kisses and small nips as he distracted the wolf from the stew, hands playing with the waist of his pants. He was about to suggest a second round of lovemaking despite his clean status when a knock at the door ceased Blue's games. He stared, smirking at Eivind again.<br/><br/>“More furniture?” Blue joked, pulling away and moving to open the front door, unprepared to see his mother and two younger sisters standing on the porch. Blue's mouth dropped open, and a brief silence stretched between the four until Chrysanthemum spoke. “So, are you going to let us in or...?”<br/><br/>“Yes, shit, yeah, sorry,” Blue spat, stepping aside and waving the three women forward. “I'm sorry, I didn't... I don't... what are you guys doing here?”<br/><br/>“Eivind invited us, Stormy,” Katherine replied, long and feathered blonde hair framing her soft face as she grinned and slid toward her son, reaching up to take him into her arms. “I've missed you, sweetheart. You look wonderful.”<br/><br/>“Yeah, you don't look as sickly skinny as normal,” Chrys laughed, snorting into silence only when her mother gave her an eye.<br/><br/>“Shut up,” Blue groaned, pulling his sisters to him and giving each one a kiss on the forehead.<br/><br/>He kept them there for a long moment against his chest, breathing in their familiar scents. Unable to see his sisters since that disastrous reunion with his parents at his old house had left Blue with a subtle, quiet melancholy, though he hadn't bothered Eivind with it much. Apparently, he didn't need to.<br/><br/>Blue cleared his throat, wrapping his arms about himself once he had finally released his younger sisters. “Did Papa not wanna come?”<br/><br/>“Papa thought it best we come ourselves, honey,” Katherine replied gently, not wanting to linger on her husband's stubbornness. Louis was still licking his wounds from his last interaction with his son, and though his anger grew weaker by the day, he still wasn't ready to meet on Blue's terms.<br/><br/>“I see,” Blue mumbled stiffly, following his mother's lead and simply letting the subject drop. “Well, uh, sit down, please. We just got some new couches, you guys can break them in.”<br/><br/>Katherine, Little Bird, and Chrysanthemum settled themselves on the microfiber couches, all seemingly impressed with the comfort and quality. Katherine set her red leather purse down on the coffee table in front of her and smiled. “So, this is Eivind's house?” she asked, attempting to make light conversation.<br/><br/>“It was,” Blue mused, “but now it's our house. Mine and Eivind's. Speaking of him... Vin? Leave the stove for a second?”