Arrow Inferno
Chapter 76: Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams ~ Just do it!

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"Fucking hell." Stan groaned.

"Where's your phone?" Clara asked. "I'm sure it's blowing up by now. Are you saying you're not having a mind-flood yet?" Clara expected Stan's mind to be filled with congratulatory messages from pack members.

"I tuned out." Stan shrugged. "And I left my phone in the suite."

"Wanted to spend some quality time with Dimples huh." She gave a knowing grin and then burst into laughter when Will blushed.

"Wouldn't you?" Stan drawled as he slipped an arm around Will and drew him into the elevator.

But immediately after the door closed, Will pushed Stan against the mirrored wall of the elevator and took his mouth in a hungry wet kiss. With a growl, Stan cupped Will's arse and yanked him hard against him, his tongue filling Will's eager mouth with deep plunges that left both of them shaking with need.

"I want you." Will gasped against Stan's moist lips when they paused to take a breath.

"I didn't realize." Stan's teasing grin drew a groan from Will.

"Get serious. You said we're safe to go all the way in the pack house." He reached out and hit the pause button. "What is stopping you?" He pulled out his wallet from the pocket of his jogger pants and took out a condom. "You've gotta use this because it's lubricated and I don't have lube."

"Will..."

"Bite me if you must but we're doing this right now."

"You're serious." Somehow, Stan looked surprised. "You want to do this."

In answer, Will pulled down Stan's shorts and smirked when his already hard, heavy, veiny length bounced between them.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who wants this." Will loosened the cord on his pants and pulled it down together with his boxer briefs. Then he began to stoke them together. "Come on, let's have a quickie." He leaned in and started sucking on Stan's neck as he stroked them.

"Oh, fuck." Stan's head fell back as arousal surged through him with a ferocity that made him dizzy. "This is not how I planned this."

"I'd rather be spontaneous than kowtow to the rigidity of plans," Will mumbled as he tore the foil wrapper and rolled the condom on Stan's pulsing length.

Stan spun Will around and pushed his front against the mirrored wall. He felt his beast going crazy within him and willed himself to calm down.

"You sure about this?" He breathed as he reached around to stroke Will.

"Yes." Will's breath fogged the mirror. For him, getting to feel that exquisite bliss of having that spot inside him milked again was worth any bite that he had to take. He'd missed that.

"There's no going back if I'm unable to control myself, Will." Stan's fingers were already slick from the copious amount of precum spilling from Will.

"I know." Will moaned as Stan began to trail kisses along his neck. He tightly held onto the handrail when he felt his legs quivering. He was literally shaking from anticipation and excitement.

"It has been a while. I need to prepare you." Stan felt his eyes change and shut them. He wanted his mate so bad.

"I'm good." He'd learnt a thing or two from Jackson. When he felt Stan's slick fingers at his entrance, Will spread his legs wider.

"Good to know," Stan murmured as he caressed Will's twitching star. "But I still need to be sure." A finger slipped into Will...easily. "Spontaneous huh?"

"Fuck off," Will gave a breathless laugh. "No harm in getting ready." God knew just how much he'd wanted the man standing behind him, craving that heavenly feeling only his cock had ever given him. "What if this had been the other way around?" Stan breathed, his words so thick and husky with lust it rippled over Will's nerve endings, drawing a helpless moan from him.

"Would you be open-minded enough?" A surprised Will gasped when Stan added a second finger.

"Shouldn't the soldier have balls enough to find out himself?" Stan rumbled, his voice filled with amusement.

"Fuck, Stan," Will's eyes locked with Stan's in the mirror. "What are you saying?" he breathed.

"Settle down, soldier." He gave that sexy chuckle and lightly nipped Will's earlobe. "Who wants their first time to be in an elevator?"

"Well, I don't really give a fuck who fucks who," Will mumbled. "Either way, one of us was going to get dicked down today," he murmured so sexily Stan moaned.

"I love how you think," Stan whispered as he tightened his arm around Will's waist and replaced his fingers with the sheathed head of his hardened flesh. "I wish there was no barrier." He groaned as he began to apply pressure. "Well, you don't have slick so shut up." Will rasped. "Oh fuck, I thought I'd worked on myself enough." He gasped with pain.

"Breathe and push out," Stan instructed softly. Even though he could see from Will's reflection in the mirror that he was still hard, Stan did what he knew would make it easier for his mate.

He dropped his head and began to suck gently on Will's mark. The change was instant. Will's back arched in a perfect angle as a low keening cry tore out of him. He began to push back against Stan, his head lolling back on Stan's shoulder as he felt that intense stretch. Although Stan was dying to bury himself in that tight warmth, he took his time, slowly filling his mate's tight silken heat till he was in to the hilt.

"Fuck!" Stan breathed shakily. Will felt even better than he remembered. "Tell me you're okay." Stan didn't sound like himself and Will didn't miss it.

"I'm okay. But who wants to know?"

"I'll deal with that smart mouth later," Stan grunted as he drew out till only the head remained. He couldn't suppress the cocky smirk that appeared on his face at the raw lustful cry that escaped Will's lips when he filled him again.

A rhythm was established. And it was tight and precise. Even though it was supposed to be a quickie, it sure as hell wasn't. It was a passionate fuck as both parties took it slow and savoured the pleasure that the exquisite friction brought. Will couldn't suppress the rough sounds of pleasure as the wide crest of Stan's girth massaged the bundle of nerves deep inside him that only Stan had ever reached.

"Oh god, yes..." he breathed as his eyes rolled into his head. Stan was hitting it so right. "Don't stop." He'd thought of that mind-blowing feeling more than he cared to admit. "Right there..." With a shuddering groan, he began to throw back against Stan...almost like a pro.

"Oh fuck!" Stan let out a deep growl as his eyes lost their focus. His hand slid beneath Will's neck to hold him firmly as his mouth dropped back onto his mark. He sucked hard.

Although neither man should have been surprised at what happened next, they still were. There was no warning or the usual decadent build-up. Having his mark sucked on so relentlessly whilst that pleasure button inside him was being expertly massaged was a bit much for Will. The sensations he felt were dizzying in its intensity. When the ecstasy suddenly hit, it hit hard and without warning.

Will erupted like a volcano, writhing against Stan as his body took its pleasure. Stan fucked him through it, milking that pleasure button with such absolute precision Will felt himself drool. And even as he painted the mirror with his essence, he cried out his pleasure unabashedly. For the soldier, the feeling was indescribable.

"Will..." Stan breathed, the exquisite contractions on his cock driving him insane. Being inside Will and inhaling the scent of his hair, his sweat, and his very essence was sending a visceral thrill through every nerve in the werewolf's body. "This has to go..." He gasped as with inhuman speed he pulled out of Will, pulled off the condom, and then slammed back in.