Blue gasped as he felt his lover's swollen phallus plunge inside of him, fingers clawing at Eivind's arms as he pulled the wolf close. “If I knew you were saving your dick for engagement sex, I would have been more understanding,” he breathed, a playful smile on his face as he willed his tight muscles to relax and fully allow Eivind in. He tilted his head back against the grass and exposed his throat, submitting to his fiancé easily and without hesitation. They had done this dozens upon dozens of times before, but today felt different, and Blue wanted Eivind to know that yes, he was his. Yes, he was his lover, his mate, his so-to-be husband, for as long as the blood flowed through their veins, their hearts would beat for one another, and one another alone.<br/><br/>The young human clenched his thighs tight at his wolf's hips, pulling him in deeper and groaning with pleasure as Eivind's cock massaged his prostate. He felt himself throb, hardened shaft trapped between two abdomens. “Vin,” he sighed, pressing his hips up against the older male's pelvis, needy for affection and gratification. He reached up and wrapped an arm around the back of Eivind's neck, pulling the wolf down into a deep kiss. Tingling lips and wet tongues danced together as the human's hips bucked up to meet his lover again and again, until the passion had grown and Blue craved even more.<br/><br/>He could feel Eivind trembling on top of him. The beast inside was ravenous, clawing to free itself from the limits Eivind had learned to abide by. But Blue was healthy now. He had been for a long while, and the need to treat him delicately had long since passed. Eivind had fucked him gently, lovingly, and passionately out of raw carnal need. But this was different. They were going to be married. Blue clasped his hands together behind Eivind's head, letting the tips of his fingers on his right hand stroke the smooth ring. It was perfect. Not like anything he had ever seen before. Eivind must have known Blue would hate anything typical.<br/><br/>“You're my wolf,” he panted, smiling up at Eivind with heavily-lidded, glazed over eyes. “Be a wolf. I trust you.”