Arrow Inferno
Chapter 38: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Sizzling passion!

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But Will shook his head. "Here's fine." He sat up and took the condom from Stan. Without wasting time, he tore the foil.

"Wait." Stan stopped Will when he made to take out the condom. "I need to prepare you first."

"I've already..." he trailed off.

Stan could practically see the blush rising in Will's cheeks. He couldn't suppress his teasing smile. "So that's why you stayed on in the shower huh?" "Lose that shit-eating grin." Will snapped, making Stan laugh. "I told you I wanted to."

"You seem to suddenly want to do a lot of things you've been wanting to do, tonight." Stan gave Will a curious look. "Why's that?"

"I believe a person is bound to finally get the courage to do shit they've been wanting to do in a while." He shrugged. "Nothing strange about that."

"So you suddenly got the courage to try everything tonight huh?"

"Looks like it. Maybe there was something in that whisky I downed at the party." He grinned. "Just go slow because I don't think my courage can handle any shitty pain. Pun not intended."

"I promise to go slow." Stan leaned in to give him a lingering kiss. "How do you want this?" He asked against Will's mouth. "Looking up to the heavens or whispering to mother earth?" Stan couldn't mask the teasing glint in his eyes. "You're an idiot," Will mumbled, still dazed from Stan's kiss. "Your call."

"I want you on top." Stan pushed Will onto his back and leaned over him. "That way you'll be able to control the depth and speed."

"Done this before, huh." The soldier couldn't help the surliness of his tone. "Sorry," he groaned. He didn't know why the mere thought of Stan with anyone else was rousing such ache within. "If I'm on top, I might dwell on whatever discomfort I feel and never allow you in."

"You have a point," Stan murmured, his intent gaze smoldering as they locked on Will's. "Never pegged you for one to be jealous."

"I'm not," he lied. But to punish Stan for the smug smile on his face, Will leaned up and bit him on the nipple...hard. "Fuck." Stan gasped and pinned Will down. Then as payback, he latched onto his sensitive neck and sucked up a storm.

"Stan, please..." Will cried out helplessly as he rutted uncontrollably against his tormenter. Stan sucked on him with deliberate eroticism that caused sensations to burst over Will in a shower of sparks. "Holy fucking hell." His toes curled as pleasure washed over his body.

Without stopping his assault on that neck, Stan took out the condom and rolled it on. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his sheathed cock and then finally, rolled Will onto his knees. Then he lined himself with Will's already lubricated channel.

"Oh, fuck..." Will muttered when it dawned on him that it was finally going to happen. He was about to take a cock up his arse. Fear and excitement raced through him when he felt Stan's turgid flesh nudging against his entrance. Fuck! "This is going to hurt...for a bit," Stan warned hoarsely, the sight of his swollen cock pressed against Will's untried opening causing excitement to sizzle down his spine. "Take deep breaths and push out," he instructed as he gently rubbed a hand on Will's back.

"Is this a labour war...oh shit!" Will bit his lip when he felt Stan push past the tight ring of muscle into him. "Fuck." It was painful. More than he'd expected.

"You were saying?" Sensuality laced the tone but it was also rich with amusement.

"Fuck you, Stan." Will rasped. "Need a minute."

Stan groaned, stimulated more than he'd ever dreamt. More than anything, he wanted to thrust himself into that sweet haven. But he'd promised. "Fuck, you're tight."

"Well, this is the first time I'm taking it up the arse, fucker," Will grunted, eliciting a chuckle from Stan who was drizzling more lube onto his cock and the point where they were joined.

"You feel incredibly amazing." Stan's husky voice seemed to be coming from afar which surprised Will but he was too focused on the pain inside his channel to dwell on it.

"Alright, you can move now," he rasped when the pain subsided a bit.

"You sure?" Stan's breathing sounded harsh, desperate.

"Yes." Heat raced up Will's spine and his breath came out harshly when Stan began to push in slowly. He felt himself being stretched as he was invaded. It felt alien. It felt strange. It felt... "Can't believe I'm doing this," he whispered. "Want me to stop?"

Will didn't know why he had the sudden urge to look back at Stan. The instructor didn't sound like himself. And how had he even heard his whisper? They hadn't turned off the light so he could see Stan's face clearly. Will didn't know how to describe what he saw. With his eyes closed, Stan looked as though he was in a...trance.

"Hey, are you okay?" Will asked.

"Yeah. Don't worry about me." That voice sounded too gruff. So unlike Stan's. "Should I stop?"

"No."

"Can I go deeper?"

"That's what I said." A startled groan tore out of Will when he suddenly felt himself being pulled up and then back against Stan's body, causing that thick cock to slide deep into him. "Son of a bitch!" His head fell back on Stan's shoulder. The gentle slap of Stan's balls against him indicated that he was in to the hilt. "What are you? A fucking turtle?"

"Breathe." Stan's mouth went to the exposed neck. "Breathe."

Stan was in the realm of ecstasy. The feelings he was experiencing from being inside his mate was something he couldn't have explained. He wished he could just let go and submerge himself in the sea of pleasure but he knew he could easily lose himself and that scared him. With his eyes closed and his body humming to sensations that he never thought was possible, Stan called on all the gods he could think of to give him control. Every ounce of restraint he possessed was engaged that very moment. He held on.

"I could stay in here all fucking day." Stan husked, his voice thick with pleasure. "Where have you been all my life?" He wrapped his arms tightly around his mate. "You're making me so hot," he choked out.

Will didn't understand why Stan's words made him feel all warm inside...they made him feel special which was silly. He felt lips on his neck and shivered in pleasure. Then fingers began to pull and roll his very sensitive right nipple which made him arch his back and moan wantonly. But when he felt Stan's hand on his hungry cock stroking him, ecstasy shimmered up his spine and exploded inside him. With a startled gasp he instinctively began to move on that dick he was impaled on. And that was when Stan completely took over.

"Oh my god." Will couldn't suppress his whimper when Stan slowly pulled out and then surged up into him again, going even deeper than he was before. And when he increased his tempo and began to hit at something within that brought forth such exquisite sensations, the sound of Will's moans filled the room as pain gave way to pleasure. Holy fucking hell!

For Will, every centimeter of his body was in Stan's power. Contrary to what Stan had told him initially about allowing him to set the pace, Stan rather had complete control. What made it all amazing, however, was that Stan was giving more than he was receiving from him. The sensations from his neck, nipple, cock, and deep inside him where Stan thrust into him, was too overwhelming. He knew he wasn't going to last which was a problem for him. Will tried to delay the inevitable...prolong that sweet bliss within but he really didn't stand a chance in the face of all those stimulations Stan was subjecting him to. He tumbled over the edge with a hoarse cry, his entire body jerking as hard spasms rocked through

him.

It didn't even register in the brain of the werewolf that his mate had reached completion. Even as jet after jet of creamy essence shot out of Will, Stan kept stroking him, inadvertently prolonging his pleasure until he couldn't take anymore. "Stan?" Will gasped. "Enough." He needed Stan to stop stroking him but he kept at it as though he couldn't hear him. "Stan, come on I'm too sensitive." He gripped Stan's wrist to stop him. "Can't take anymore."

"Sorry." Stan groaned, his senses finally registering his mate's pleas and that stirring essence. He withdrew from Will, gently laid him on his back, and then filled him again. "Are you okay?" He tenderly pushed Will's wet hair off his forehead. At Will's nod, he closed the distance between their mouths and kissed him softly and so sweetly. "We just fucked up the rug." His words drew a shaky laugh from Will.

"I can't believe what I just felt. That was incredible." He breathed, his eye filled with exhausted pleasure. "Thanks to you I'm still hard."

"Good. Ready for part two?" Stan rasped seductively as he began to thrust into Will. "Shit, you feel so fucking good."