Page 62 of Flint's Arrow
Flint’s fingers tangled in Arrow’s hair. “You’re killing me with your teasing ways.”
“Good.” Arrow grinned against his skin. “That was the plan.”
He kissed his way back up Flint’s body, pausing to lavish attention on his mate’s cock - just enough to make Flint gasp - before continuing upward. By the time he reached Flint’s mouth again, his mate was trembling, desperate little sounds catching in his throat.
Arrow kissed him more deeply, pouring everything he felt into it. Love, gratitude, and the wonder he’d never let go of that someone like Flint had given him a second chance.
“Need you,” Flint whispered against his lips.
“You have me.” Arrow shifted, reaching for the lube they’d tossed on the nightstand earlier. “Always.”
He slicked his fingers, took his time opening Flint up. One finger, then two, working slowly, carefully, until Flint was rocking back against his hand. Arrow watched his mate’s face, cataloging every expression - his pleasure, his need, and most of all, his trust.
That trust still amazed him. After everything Arrow had done, Flint still trusted him and had let him prove he could be better.
“More,” Flint demanded.
Arrow added a third finger, quickly finding that spot inside that made Flint cry out. He worked it methodically, building his mate up until Flint was writhing, begging.
“Come on, Arrow, please.”
Arrow withdrew his fingers and got rid of his pants quickly. He slicked himself and positioned himself between Flint’s thighs. Their eyes met, and Arrow saw everything he felt reflected back at him - love, desire, and a sense of home.
“I love you,” Arrow said. The words came easily now.
Flint’s expression softened. “I love you, too. Now move yourself.”
Arrow pushed inside slowly, savoring every inch, every clench of Flint’s body around him. When he was fully seated, he paused, letting them both adjust until Flint’s legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper.
Arrow set a steady rhythm, not fast or frantic, but thorough. He angled his hips to hit that spot inside with every thrust, watched Flint’s eyes go hazy with pleasure. Braced on his forearms, Arrow kept their bodies close, chests brushing with every movement.
“So good,” Flint gasped. “You’re so good.”
Arrow kissed him, swallowing the words. He adjusted his angle slightly and drove deeper. Flint’s nails raked down his back, the sting grounding Arrow further. He picked up the pace, still controlled but with more purpose now, building them both toward that edge.
“Touch yourself,” Arrow commanded softly.
Flint’s hand flew to his cock, stroking in time with Arrow’s thrusts. The sight never failed to drive Arrow crazy - the open way Flint pleasured himself - which always sent Arrow’s arousal levels soaring.
“That’s it,” Arrow encouraged. “Let me see you.”
Flint’s head pressed back into the pillow, his spine arching. His hand worked faster, the movements growing erratic as he chased his release. Arrow felt his own orgasm building, heat coiling at the base of his spine.
“Arrow,” Flint warned between panted breaths. “Close.”
“Me too.” Arrow drove in harder. “Come for me.”
Flint shattered with a cry, body clenching around Arrow’s cock as he spilled across his own stomach. The sight and sensation pushed Arrow over, pleasure crashing through him in waves as he emptied himself inside his beloved mate.
He collapsed carefully, mindful of his weight, burying his face in Flint’s neck. Their bond sang between them, full of contentment, satisfaction, and the love they shared.
“Fuck.” Flint let out a huff.
Arrow huffed a laugh against his skin. “Yeah.”
They lay tangled together, catching their breath. Arrow felt Flint’s fingers trace patterns on his shoulder blade, recognizing the need for touch, because Arrow felt it, too.
“You okay?” Arrow asked eventually.
