Arrow Inferno
Chapter 58: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Marked pleasure!

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Both moaned into the kiss as their tongues mated with sheer passion. Needy sounds spilled from both of them as they ate at each other's mouths hungrily. For Will, having Stan's mouth exploring his felt so rapturous he trembled against him. He deepened the kiss, wanting to completely lose himself in Stan and the pleasure of his kiss. When Stan licked the roof of his mouth with that wicked tongue, Will captured it with a shaky whimper and sucked on it with such eroticism Stan quivered. Moans tore out of Stan's throat, raw and uncontrollable with his mounting hunger. It felt sooo good he wasn't surprised when he felt the change come over him. He felt that desperate need to acquaint himself with the evidence of his link with his mate. He tore his mouth away from Will's and began to move his lips against his cheek, down to his neck... seeking.

"Need to do this." He breathed. Then almost like an addict who had finally been given what he was dying for, Stan flicked his tongue against that mark.

"Oh god, Stan..." Will let out a shocked gasp as that simple lick shot through him like a surge of electricity. "What..." but he completely lost his train of thought when Stan latched onto that mark and sucked.

Will's mouth opened in a silent scream as his eyes rolled back. Sensations he'd never felt radiated through his flesh from where Stan sucked on him to his entire body. It was shocking, mind-numbingly amazing, erotic, unbelievably pleasurable, rapturous, and scary as fuck. The soldier didn't think he had the strength to ever move away from that mouth. What he was feeling at that particular moment was like nothing he'd ever felt in his twenty-five years of existence. He pushed himself almost desperately against Stan, rubbing his hardness against him. When his towel came off, Will didn't know whether it had come off by itself or Stan had pulled it off. Either way, he was happy there were fewer barriers between them. And when he felt warm fingers wrap around his engorged cock, Will couldn't help the hoarse cry that left his throat. His knees buckled.

Stan felt his mate sag against him and quickly pushed him against the wall to keep him upright. His mouth never once left that mark. Then with the help of the pre-cum that had spilled out of Will, Stan caressed his rigid length with long, slow strokes. His thumb smoothed over Will's velvety tip on each upward rub, spreading the pre-cum as he stroked. The helpless whimpers, cries, grunts, and moans that left Will's lips were hands down the most erotic sounds Stan had ever heard. The tenderness, possessiveness, and affection he felt for his mate went through the roof at that point. The werewolf knew that if he had a mind-link with his mate that very moment, nothing would have stopped him from telling him just how much he loved him. He channeled how he felt through his touch. He didn't have to stroke for long.

"I can't hold it...can't..." Stan heard Will's whimpers and felt his heart swell with so much love and pride.

Just as Will tensed up, Stan felt the cock in his hand begin to throb rapidly, signaling an eruption that threatened to rival a volcanic explosion. He moved off the mark and quickly sunk to his knees before his mate. Then his mouth closed over the velvety crown just as Will exploded, his hot seed spurting into his mouth in torrents. Stan swallowed fast, savouring his mate's essence, his senses reeling from the overwhelming sensation of tasting, touching, smelling, and hearing his mate cry out his pleasure. He was completely in Will's thrall and he knew it.

Stan milked the thick ridge that pulsed along the underside with his tongue as Will gripped his shoulders to keep himself from falling. Stan kept working him, teasing him, licking him as though he was the most delicious thing until Will was a shaking mess. Stan couldn't believe just how much he loved feeling that satiny softness of Will's heated flesh on his tongue. But then he loved everything about his mate so there was no surprise there.

When Will eventually stopped coming, Stan pulled off his spent cock and kissed the wet tip before getting to his feet and drawing him into his arms. Will's body felt sated and limp, quivering as aftershocks vibrated through him. For a long moment, he couldn't speak. He simply allowed himself to be held, giving his raging heartbeat time to slow down and his breathing time to return to normal.

"What was that?" Will finally croaked.

"You okay?" Stan murmured against his hair.

"I don't know." Will's voice was barely above a whisper. "I've never felt anything like that. Ever!"

Stan pressed a kiss to Will's hair. "I'll explain after you eat."

"What?" Will whispered as he stepped out of Stan's arms. "Explain what?" he slipped his fingers into his hair and stared at Stan.

"Get dressed and..."

"It's this scar isn't it?" Will asked quietly.

"Will..."

"I'll be right out." He muttered and then leaned in to give Stan a quick kiss before bending to pick up his towel. Then he went back to the bathroom.

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At the dining table, Will ate as if he had been starving for months to Stan's amusement and delight. He seemed to enjoy everything he tasted. He couldn't, however, seem to keep his gaze off Stan as he ate. Will couldn't seem to get over whatever he'd felt earlier with Stan. He was pretty sure his body was still trying to get back in sync with his mind. He was still on a high. Stan merely smiled anytime he found Will's gaze on him. He had nothing to complain about...not when his mate was looking at him as if he was the next best thing since sliced bread.

"Done?" Stan asked when Will finally put down his cutlery.

"I'm too full to eat anymore. That was some good food. Thank you."

After they'd cleared the table and stored the rest of the food, they went out onto the porch and sat in the three-seater wooden swing chair. Both men relaxed in silence, enjoying the calming motion of the chair. For a moment, the sound of the swing was the only thing that could be heard. Then Will cleared his throat and turned his head to look at Stan.

"Ready to explain?" Will asked quietly.