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Stan tossed and turned throughout the entire night. He was surprised that he was already so used to having Will beside him in bed he was having a hard time sleeping alone. Just before dawn, he finally drifted off. But not long after he slept, he was awakened by a delicious feeling of wet warmth around his very hard length. He looked down to find his mate between his legs, giving him a tongue action that rivaled any he’d given him so far.
“Fuck!” Stan turned to look at the bedside clock and noticed it was a quarter past five. “So true to their word, those women kept you until dawn.” He commented in a sleep-roughened voice even as he thrust into that sweet mouth.
‘They don’t play.’ Will responded on their mind-link. His mouth was busy.
“I didn’t hear you come in.” Stan moaned, his hand moving to Will’s head as lust overtook him.
‘You were dead to the world,’ Will chuckled. ‘This wood on the other hand didn’t get the memo that its owner was fast asleep.’