(I am 16 pls interact based on your comfort with that knowledge)
!Very descriptive, detailed nsfw scene at the end!
Notes-
Ik there's a tiny bit of lack on Frank's werewolfness after the begining but if I make Part 2 or an extended version on a03 there deff will be more werewolf mention!! I split the original concept into 2 parts but I'm not too sure what I'm writing after this since I have other fics in the draft. Sooo sorry this took ahes😭 motivation is cooking my ass bad. Pls always send what u wanna read!
Tags-
Werewolf!frank x fem!vampire!reader
Dom!frank
TW-blood, vampire bite, NSFW, sex scene, swearing during intimacy, being chased, power dynamic, begging, hair tugging, unprotected sex
(Always tell me if I should add any tags)
Fic summary-
Your parents use you as a shield for safety, you're "dead meat". The chase begins but takes a turn when beyond the fair is a man, a caring one. Stuck, trapped by daylight he stays by your side.
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Pounding, your steps grew more urgent. No matter the pace, distant howls still caught up to you, twisting a vine like hold tightly around your spine sending jolts of horror directly through your being electrifying every step you take.
You're unsure, unable to recall if your “family” bolted or simply with green cowardice splattered on their faces awaited death's grasp.
Maybe they even retreated into shadows too far to reach, all you can be certain being betrayal.
Loud ear tearing howls inched ever so close threatening to enter the enclosed sheltered perhaps haunted ambience which was your home, a place where invisible prison bars squeezed tighter every passing day.
Lacking remorse, rejecting all noticeable hesitation, your parents threw their darling daughter straight into the arms of this “monster”.
Crumbling and viciously tearing almost a hundred years of bond into something unrecognizable.
Yet currently is no time to allow dwelling, searching, grabbing and dragging all logic back into the now.
Each sudden snap of your neck showed all the ongoings behind. The scene backing you slipping into a wider screen view, painting with precision a face whitening reality, it won't stop, it won't stop, hunting you.
Long calcium flesh sinking canines sat front and centre, a nose so sharp it could pick up every undertone of fright circulating from head to toe, pointed fluffy ears twitched with armed focus at each twig snap, static sleek black fur coated every inch of its body like melted wax, massive head crushing claws purpelled it forwards leaving tally marks on the floor and most noticeable of it all… those eyes.
The eyes, piercing light projectors swallowed by bone structure and coarse skin illuminated like car head lights. Following you no matter what, no event powerful enough.
Even in seconds of the moon's momentary disappearance they never left, keen green eyes.
But behind the primal instincts was a soul, emotion, apprehension.
Feelings not one animal knew of, concepts inconceivable, complexity far beyond their wildest imaginations.
Grief, fear and regret oozed out shaping the scenery as involuntary.
Another convolution smoothly stitched its way into this messy patchwork of a cold cruel winter night.
Towering over you, no longer a void of darkness with scattered sparkles glistening above, instead sly slight light, one only born of a day night cycle. Peaking just over the everforest tree tops.
In the event skin faced the sunlight an ashy result due to the classification in which you exist an extinguishing metamorphosis eradicating any sense of immortality bestowed upon you, all by daylight.
And abruptly the chase halts.
Nerves sharply and forcefully spin you around, attempting to jump start some idea relating to relaxation, reassurance in its absence.
What animalistic oversized wolf was in tail gating pursuit with you, now gone, but it's not like company was only your own.
A man meets your eyes
In the distance, bare, lying in the snow hunched behind a log swiftly slipping into a shirt and shorts stowed somewhere beneath the floor's abundant white snow blanket.
His face quickly meeting yours, warm soaks your cheek, quickly being absorbed.
The both of your faces undergo remodeling in unison, an internal bulb flickering on, brows shaking and contorting, confused but curious.
These feelings violently contrasting every emotion just before pumping your veins.
His frame enlarges until it's clearer, closer.
The outline of that perfect eye catching body chiseling into your cortex, careful to catch any and all detail from waist to face.
Tsunami size waves carrying built up exhaustion crash hard through your form, attacking your knees with immense unstoppable force, eventually falling to the floor's fuzzy snow linen.
He creeps closer, dripping like thawing meat except the condensation being a salty mix of sweat and tears.
Edging inwards, loose powdery almost sleet like clean snow white beneath his feet give way creating a detailed history of every moment, every footprint up until now.
The only thought clouding your brain is his lips. His fluffed spacious, dark, photon snatching hair, falling perfectly on his head with the front tuft perfectly swooping inwards to frame his charming face.
Delicately green emerald eyes scan you, lips flushing, somewhat open the corners copying loose swaying hinges.
His lips quiver not with any fear but with a jumbled jenga tower of sparking nerves. Vowels and a situationally limited alphabet attempt to stutter outwards yet are unable to bypass a gate of shock that prohibits his control panel from making a move.
Cracking uncrowds, fleeing into the air swallowing the ambience, free from the sockets in his bones. Stiffly, his knees bend bringing him even nearer to you.
Heat closes in.
Both of you can hear the other's heartbeat a beneficial side wffect of heightened supernatural senses only mythology tells tales of.
An expression vaguely similar to deer sat awaiting head on collision covers every one of your movable muscles.
Lacking caution or regard of self preservation, he without hurry lowers his extended arm.
A toned tattooed arm laying upon olive undertones hangs still in front of you acting as both a greeting and reassuring gesture.
The lack of space tightly traps your lungs temporarily pausing the pacw at which your breathing stedied at. The man's slick heart stealing features lure you in like a jewelry store's strategically placed window display.
His breath shortens, restricted, feeling the pull of attraction tugging against his adam's apple. It's very much a mutual feeling, circling your neck like a rough silencing rope.
The two of you can't help but sense an underlying magnetic push and pull attraction buzzing like a pair of rattlesnake magnets. All this a result of only occupying each other's startling but semi strange heart enlarging presence.
Watching intently as his lips chatter about. A shapeless combination of man made letters surround your ears calming you. “you OK?, shit um I'm sorry uh uh.. I'm frank! who are uhh who are you?” It's clear that he can't waste even a second viewing time off from you, itching to feel you, help you, be with you.
Instantaneously viscously ripped from bliss, dragged internally, thrown from this love like trance by a borderline blinding, warm toned, clear as day dread.
Sunlight.
Defyingly refusing the euphoric spell pheromones are casting, unlacing its finger tips, unaccepting of its armor. The light is a waking reality with its presence; your life is in irreversible danger of soul eradicating death.
Hurrying you crawl back sprawling limbs grasping wherever/whatever within reach.
Eradically flailing back, tripping about weakly, stumbling up till your shoes hit the floor hopefully keeping you up right until safety’s confirmation.
Your soul screams for him, but your brain wraps around the tree trunks, clearly setting a path straight for the forest's edge. Bodily functions brought forth by rational, attempt to seize control, design a blueprint, a path, a b line.
You take advantage of that b line.
Disregarding the natural wonder of a man in such intoxicating proximity, you initiate a race of life. Ice crystals compact beneath your black leather boots working like ice picks to prevent reversing the essential life saving steps already made.
Rushing, running, unrementingly fleeing, desperately seeking the comforting embrace of mother nature's thick canopy. Agility accelerates throughout you in swift rushes, surging and burning any leftover energy remaining, securing your safety.
*3 weeks later*
No matter what you manage to catch, nothing is successfully sufficient in satisfying the debilitating hunger. Primal famine is crawling up the walls of your stomach lining attempting to ferociously carve its way out, up until your brain cuts ties with the very last shred of morality left attached to your vessel.
This small hiding, jagged dripping cave walls keep you sheltered for an unmeasured finite amount of time. The foggy lung obstructing air full of your own exhaled wails and cries.
An inhabited state fogs everything, thoughts slosh about like waves of large drunken pools of water. This lack of conjuring thought makes self preservation, an action impossible to undertake.
While laying in pity tucked away below the cave's blanket of false security, the sound of leaves crackling abruptly captures your ear canals.
The crackling isn't some unimportant foley, the wind manufactured in order to fill the night sky's eerie emptiness. No, it's something much more spine rattling. The source of that cluttered crackling is a pair of thick heavy leather boots wandering.
As the movements moderately lower becoming slower and more strategic simultaneously also grow gradually louder, closer.
The person's heart beat at a presto pace. Sweat drips down their back in uniform droplets. You can smell them, the scent of cigarettes teasing.
By now the sun has begun to rise and the atmosphere turns less of the horror genre and more reminiscent of cozy autumn foxy orange hallmark trails with pillowing styrofoam clumped about.
Suddenly without warning a head springs out from around the cave's exterior.
You leap back, body continuously shaking, your back curls inwards instinctively, hair rippling upon your face, sweeping like a weeping willow’s weighted branches.
Realization electrifies your neurons, lighting a flame in your soul…., and his.
That familiar face.
A smile slips from his lips while his brows reach upwards pulling those mesmerizing amber green eyes open.
Air escapes your mouth yet no noise is present, wide eyed. A word conjures forth
“F-frank..?”
Vertically his smile extends. “no way... yes yes um its frank, holy shit I can't believe this.” stammering becomes more apparent the longer sound fills the airspace.
For some reason you let go, release, absorb every minute of external radiation of comfort.
Bluntness born of dismal carries your words. “I'm y/n, please I can't be here”
Sturness rumbles through his thick brows like shockwaves tumbling towers. Without a moment's notice instinctively he quickly wraps all 4 fingers around your wrist tightly pulling you.
His hands are veiny, bone crushing, demanding and one of the only unmovable objects known to this world.
You scream but not because of his touch, his touch is the only vast comfort present amongst the searing pain.
banshee lung-like screeches rip from within you shattering any sense of suffocation settling jarringly against the calmness awaking each dormant tree family lineage.
The darkness hugs, shielding you, covering your inhuman nature and one irreversible weakness. The absence of light slips over your hands, bandaging boils, soaking up their warped surface until a faint scar is all left, the sun's reminder, a stain.
His eyes welling, flooding, your his lady of sorrows, cautiously inching closer tears flow down in your direction, empathy and sympathy assorted within the h20. Small salty droplets in uniform seconds gracefully hit the floor.
Your lips quiver but gain necessary structure in order to speak "don't worry ill be ok your had no clue. Now you know what I am. I guess we're more alike then less?”
The corners of his mouth loosen, separating “can I stay here, I can't leave you alone, are you hungry? Thirsty?.... Lonely?”
A lengthy shackle protracts, forceful grabs and locks around your hearts chaining a molten love intense like barbed twine. connection so soul concurring no blade obtaining any degree of sharpness can penetrate.
*3 weeks later*
Times fickleness fleeting, automating the increasing brisk speed which churns the sun and moon's rotation, appearing faster.
Perhaps Frank's now daily visits made things more bearable, well not things but life. Even in silent presence, the company was comforting.
“You've never watched Donnie Darko!?" Frank's unfiltered shock shrieking, screeching a sliver’s layer from off the cave’s walls.
“Omg yes frank I really haven't!!, I promise they NEVERR let me out. It was all old timey readers' digests and books binder by twine, I'm not joking!” uncontrollable giggles sneak out hiding in each word you state.
“So you really lived like the tutors every passing day!? Boredom would've killed you eventually” Frank's gaze dazed, your radiant face and soul brightening his world.
“I mean honestly.. that chase was the most thrill I've had in decades” your eyebrows swerve north east puppeting the string hitching your lips corner hoisting it in flawless harmony.
Frank's face raises then softens almost like your words, an affirmation untethering some soul sucking weight that crushed, a limitless load of unwaveringness that teared his consciousness apart, but now under your guidance dissolving.
Tear ducts quivering, remorse, regret and self disgust paving the base to a skeletal scaffold in which loathing ran its tycoon upon.
Jaws chattering communication cluttered, crowded by emotion “I'm um sorry I-I I really didn't mean to… I swear on my life I um.. I didnt, I would n-never hurt you ever..never ever.”
Forgiveness freely washes your feelings out for all to hear.
“it's ok frank”
Reassurance smiling through each syllable
I know you didn't mean to, I forgive you.”
“I'm happy we met like really happy."
In such a moment all frank can do is paint words on his face, muscles forming every stroke of joy brought by your words
Frank's smile warmer than love.
*2 days later*
Frank's head nuzzles snug in your lap like it was designed to rest between your thighs. In silence you simply share space leaving room for each other to exist.
He snuggles about clearly getting comfy.
Your head, dizzy but sturdy enough to only undergo a partial lean word's sluggishly spewing.
“You know you've met somebody really special when you can just shut the fuck up and comfortably share silence” murmered but clear
Frank adjusts himself turning your way
“Really?” an innocently amused response short lived when he spots your face.
Deprived of blood for this long would surely be a death sentence for most undead fanged freaks.
The pounding debilitating headache wasn't reassuring any faith in you defying this statement.
“Shit. Y/n!? You look fucking ill are you ok?”
Gurgling, grips, latching firmly up your throats lining, burying all you can say.
The usual dead rose red blotting your cheeks rapidly disappearing, the urgent severity transpiring bright as day.
Cool toned nerves prying beneath your slight transparentness, pale at another level of lifelessness illustrating malnutrition.
Panic zapping fuzzy tingles all about Frank's body, mind racing until he looks down, viewing himself the solution.
“Y/n you need blood right? Look here's my way of making us even” The toned lines of his neck deepening his articulation choking all about.
You quickly understand the insinuation and willingness makes you eager, relief rubs your back calming your nerves into a state which now lacks nauseous butterflies.
“Frank, are you sure?”
Face souring, flustered unpreparedness, his eye twitching like the skin's surface preparing for that specific pinching sensation that occurs before a needle he nods, foreboding.
“Bite me, drink my blood.”
To make things easier, frank carefully with gentle finger tips props you in place.
His blood sweet like love, skins stench soothing in the same specific way nicotine releases endorphins, the rich thick wine surging, circulating is undeniably irresistible.
Like honey.
Your jaw unlocks, extending somewhat forward fangs glistening, your beaming.
Ecstatic even before tasting his maroon vein filler, you hungrily suck in every top note in attendance within his scent.
Atmosphere so tense you could sever a nerve.
CRUNCH!
Blood's familiar tangy sting evoking your taste buds pouring straight down your throat.
Surprisingly only wines anatomize, not even a yelp.
Your fangs shove further inwards, both widening and deepening the wounds entrance. Your throat is now impatient gulping, the blood pouring,
Hardy but short satisfactory breaths pause the feast momentarily.
Between stuffing small underground tasteful moans caress your ear.
Is he enjoying it?
Your eyes spring open, stealing a glance at Frank.
His eyes roll back, tongue elongated waving about his open jaw.
“Fuck”
Frank's chord progressions coinciding with incremental uptakes in volume.
The both of you shudder harmoniously, body’s rolling with jazz like rhythmic serene sophisticated suave. Embracing one another in a moment so intimate.
Blood trickles down his shoulders staining his shirt a bright vibrant crimson even the most avoidant can't miss.
Any droplets puddling quickly tongued. Licking everything in centimeter proximity, scooped and captured by your tongue's freakish insane level of contralability.
Clearly this tongue action is flicking some switch on in frank, protrudence in his jeans becoming more obvious
Hands gripping your waist imprinting every line of each finger print, he remains in certain control of this feeding the bone bruising swaddle taming and telling.
The trails of that unmistakably wine red human fuel once encircling his circulatory system would be a little hard to explain.
*5 months later*
By now time flew by only pleasantly due to Frank's frequent visits. Along with that, consuming the life pumping in his arteries was like drug use.
It all felt so fictional like reality would eventually fly open, as if its pages flipping by would create a cold smack of truth penetrating through this delirious delusional hallucination.
Yet this was all thankfully real.
Your flicker and fumble about the lighter in your hand, lighting candles adding a gothic light immersing the cave. Your unnaturally icey skin embrasing the candles warm greeting.
Erupt never ending emptiness dressing the woodlands trees startled by the blazing flame.
The puppy boy as you named him would like clock work every couple days manage to wander his way back to you.
Silence fogging the limited space huffing uneasiness providing you with some comfort in loneliness when crackling closes in.
Your frank stumbles in ready to willingly and with great excitement give yet another day of glee undermining the circumstances molding
His smile painted wider than usual. A slick grimace stuck plastered upon that toned face.
Hands tucked behind his back he slowly shows whatever was out of your eyes reach. This time unlike the rest an item is locked in his hands.
“Y/n you ever had one of these? It's a cd player, music just for my favourite girl. You can actually hear my music now!” Thrill and utter joy bounced about his body radiating on to you.
Tucking the corners of your lips upwards, affirmations slide from you speaking on your gratefulness.
“I love it, thanks frank it means a lot. You knowI've been dying to listen to your stuff”
Fluttering eyelashes catch your eyes, hazel green rings grazing with full devotion.
Installing themselves a crucial role in creating a race for your heart's pace.
This bond you both intimately linger on, your sinking hearts anchoring on a level that only with one another both of you can descend to.
And all of this didn't just free Frank's heart but also apparently his mouth since every meet all he did was chat.
Yet he isn't talking, he's speaking, pouring a world beyond the tight bubble confining you. Everytime your ears perk up and even if possible prepare you.
Everyday he goes on about his band holding a place in his heart almost as dear as you. Gerard this, Ray that.
But no matter what he could never talk your ear off instead soothing it since the pure nirvana ricishaying through his bones in each word softly spoken shows all of this talk is because he loves you.
Pausing you both just state at each other.
Everything is so quiet, so tense like something is meant to happen.
Frank inches closer till your chests begin compressing and expanding in perfect unison, those coral rounded lips enclosing until they collide with yours.
The CDs are tossed making even more room for your body's to fuse, passion the glue.
Now his hands are slipping smoothly up your back, rubbing about, simultaneously his mouth moves in circles.
Your body jerks and your hands tightly wrap all about his neck, with no room for any air except the carbon dioxide which in short frantic puffs is departing deep from inside the two of you.
Those now familiar veiny dense hands flick up the back of the shirt he bought you, creeping upwards, sticking, warm, and sweaty, skin on skin.
Spit coats the lower part of your face meanwhile he roughly yet tenderly massages all about your back pressing down harder and harder with every twitch in his hips.
Seems lips surrender conjoined vessels. An exquisite mix and pick of randomized events collided in order to sequence such a chain of events.
All this leading to the inevitable falling bringing your beings within vital savoury vicinity, immensely eager to make out with such tender hips
He reaches for his belt buckles and a sharp ting echoes as he tosses it about begging to be set loose.
With an abrupt but necessary shove he shuffles back, mouth salivating while his belt cleanly slides from its bars. In a swift motion the belt is thrown.
“Take of your clothes” he demands
Frank's words rip off your garments overpowering your hands commanding them to toss everything stuck to your body.
He follows in quick pursuit, as if the world could end any minute.
Frank was kind enough to bring you an air mattress to spend days melting too but looks like it would now serve a better purpose.
Frank squirms out of his dark blue baggy cut jeans ruffling off his shirt until only his boxers are hiding him.
Reaching out to you frank hooks a firm grasp around your bra strap turning and winding you back in, slamming your bare chests into each other causing a collision so heated the forest stood still.
Your bra disregarded.
He's like a wild animal, free and in an aroused craze practically foaming from the mouth unable to contain the love he must thrust innermostly inside you.
Your jaw locking beneath the bellowing every bit of pressure applied by his clenching.
As if you weigh nothing frank without a single muscle used sways you back to face him.
Overflowing desire penetrates your iris burning a ring of lustful flame into your brain waves and the desire's origin lurks in lake like ripples laying upon Frank's dilated pupils.
He knows you're staring at him.
Cherry blossom fuschia toned pigments splash on your cheeks mimicing water colors expanding on paper.
Your hands are forcefully scooped into Frank's palms as his grip twists and tightens, unfolding your body until you're lying flat. His mass on top of you, a thin slither of air stuck in between your body's.
One of your wrists is set loose flopping back to the mattress without Frank's effortless placement. His face flashes a smirk for your eyes to catch, meanwhile his hand has wandered downwards towards his boxers.
“I'm going to let you feel how much I love you” these weighted words slicing through the air, seducing your brain.
Just beyond your core frank is violently throbbing against you, solid. The grip on your wrist changes his tattooed knuckles turning white.
By now he's messing with you. Every beat in his dick is practically pounding its rhythmic pulse up against you surging up all around your body stimulating impatience and need.
Sensing the slight quivers that snitch on your emotions only lights an even brighter fire inside Frank.
Playful breathy mutters slide down his tongue as he nibbles on your ear slowly letting the seconds tick past until a perfect time to do as he said manifests.
Hot humidity exhales, animalistic huffs being absorbed. Inhaling joint air you can taste the pungent tar smearing his lungs.
“Say you want it, fucking tell me” teeth grinding and lips snarled he instructs steeling your free will.
“Please. Please frank I fucking want this please” a low ask escapes you
Chords claustrophobic from the enclosing walls of his neck Frank's voice raises now immensely demanding not telling.
“FUCKING TELL ME” eyes wide uneasy ears careful for any vocal movement you make.
Your mouth airs out your desperateness.
“Fuck me frank, please”
“Please I want it so bad fuck me”
Not even sparing time for your brain to catch up with his actions Frank's right hand roughly enters his boxes.
His dick bursts out slapping the inner of your thighs still cupped in his bulky hand.
Powerful currents carry relief consuming your organisms, the wave carving a key,unlocking your hips, simultaneously chaining your movements.
Two fingers big enough to alone fulfill you, wrap around your underwear making a mess of the wet spot accumulating on the lining of them.
Frank's dick can only get stiffer, borderline a painful level. Unwrapping your underwear, your core on display to himself.
His tip inspects all your folds.
In one intense swift thrust all of him caves beyond just deep filling everywhere within you.
Every one of his cocks nerve twitching creates a convoluted network of entangled choreography containing rhythmic vibrating pulses shooting like orgasmic pins all in you.
The friction sticks the both of you like velcro, rocking with any and all dip in his hips.
Assertiveness is sprawled all over out within each thrust smashed into you.
Frank's pace increases synonymous with aggressiveness and hard hitting hips. Moans escape out of you.
“Fuck oh fuck”
“Holy shit your so tight”
swimming amongst Frank's grunts, your moans exciting him.
“fuck moan for me moan my name”
You do as told
“Frank mmm ugh frank”
His cock smashing all about your walls bruising every bit of you murky purple stains spelling the pleasure bestowed upon you by his dick.
Between thrusts, strategic slobbery lip licks kiss your neck. Starving your neck is more than just satisfactory to Frank's appetite.
“Fuck, frank please” you moan
“Look at you taking it, fuck you feel so fucking good” Frank's face lifting his brows between each word said.
Between your thighs he's shoving in and out your body unable to even somewhat un-suction from his cock instead swaying in response, his wet slippery tongue swiping the lining of your mouth careful to reach every corner.
Your spit coated make-out an insight on all the passion exceeding from Frank's waist.
Caving, your back arches close to your climax frank fondling your clit stimulating the reaction he is forcing out from your core.
Your moans and stutters echo bouncing about the cave's dire lack of insulation hitching inside Frank's ears pulling both sides of his lip upwards.
Grinning frank only adds to it all, harder, faster, rougher, heavier overwhelming every bodily function no longer under your control.
Your body trembles, pleasure the conductor. Frank's hips roll roughly, grinding up against your waist and thighs.
Your tongue swirls mixing tying knots in each other's mouths your core gets more and more sore, showing just how close you are.
Frank's hand shoots up snatching, bundling the rope of hair pooling in sweet lollipop swirls behind your head.
His hand scrunches knuckles pressing on your skull yanking both gently and without regard.
The slick black bird nest of scruffy shaggy like laces interlocking imitating velcro loops trapped between Frank's brawny fingers, tugging your head back so your neck stretches entirely, mouth gaping open jaw strictly strained.
“Cum for me, cum on me, I want you to finish first sweetheart” sweet structured syllables seek safety within your ears, breaking free of Frank's chest.
You do as said, finishing. High decibels of whines and whimpers burst from your chest. Your back is almost breaking from the angle in which it's bending.
He follows quickly, jolting loudly, mouth over your ear, whining, moaning, crying.
The both of you are sticking like molten plastic with a different form of white viscous fluid binding.
Frank ever so slightly lowers his chest from floating to a minute amount of molecules above you.
So close, dots of sweat able to connect, creating long trailing beads traveling in a speedy race down your torso.
Sweat, cum, panting, pure alcoholic anaerobizing intoxicating scent, matted intricately laced locks of ravelled strands like embroidery seized within Frank's now greased palms which leave an oil cast echoing a striking forsaken scene of mere untitled raw sex.
Frank's body slowly and unceasingly steadily relaxing.
Your body ensuing each flexing vein now surrenders to the man a top of you forever and more.
Frank chuckles monophonicly. Exclamations shoved outward, pants filling the gaps squeezed betwixt his airless alphabet.
“Do you know I love you? This is what we are now. I wanted to make sure you know”
All you can legibly pronounce is breathless laughs and an agreement, acceptance.
Watanabe: ... but number one [memory] is 2019 in Austria. First victory together with Max Verstappen. Our pride is that he pointed out at Honda's logo on the podium, that is my biggest memory.
so our boy Ivan goes from metaphorically covering himself, to physically doing it.... and then once he realises Lovro and him are in the same page (just at different paragraphs, lets say)... he covers both of them
(that second screenshot is not a second and you miss it kind of thing, his arm is blocking the shot for longer than the kiss is in view)
what im trying to say here is: they are both trying to protect themselves in different ways by hiding, and (visually) for Lovro this has been represented with the color blue and for Ivan it has been done by blocking his face from view
arguably, in ep3 Ivan was also using the tree to "block them" thinking that was enough, and then this episode is him protecting himself from Lovro until he realises he doesn't need to
which means that when Ivan finally gets that Lovro just needed an extra layer (or a different kind) of hiding to feel safe, not only does Ivan bring him to a private place that matches his visual queue (blue) for protecting himself, he also uses his preferred method of protection (blocking himself off) to keep them safe too
