song, but Frankie’s voice was luring him out like a siren. He hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate
Frankie’s singing ability before. There was something about it that was all at once melancholic and
riveting, making his heart twist up as he listened.
It was more beautiful than any hymn he’d ever heard, his soul igniting in a fountain of bliss as he hung
on every word. He could hear the rattle of dishes in the sink, opening his door slowly as he peered
out to see what Frankie was doing.
Frankie was cleaning up Snod’s mess from cooking dinner, but instead of speeding through it, he was
washing each dish with slow and precise care, continuing to sing to himself. He was only wearing a
pair of boxers and a shirt, allowing Snod to gaze over his long legs as he approached.
Snod knew Frankie could hear him coming, but he kept on singing softly, the words soon melting into
melodic humming. He stepped up behind Frankie, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling
against his shoulder.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Frankie asked quietly, glancing over his shoulder up at him.
“No,” Snod said softly, his hands fanning over Frankie’s hips, seeking the cool flesh underneath his t-
shirt. He couldn’t say it was impossible to sleep alone now that he knew the comfort of having this
body beside him.
Frankie arched his hips back against Snod’s as he continued to scrub a plate, sighing, “Mmm... what
is it?”
Snod began kissing up Frankie’s neck, using his weight to press him up against the counter. His cock
was still hard, wedging itself against Frankie’s ass insistently. “Missed you.”
“Is that why you’re naked?” Frankie chuckled, tilting his head to let Snod kiss all he wanted.
“Yes,” Snod replied, his hands slipping up Frankie’s sides, dragging over his stomach.
“You need to go back to bed.” Frankie’s scrubbing was beginning to falter.
“With you?” Snod asked hopefully, pushing his hips forward again.
“You need to sleep in your own bed,” Frankie insisted even his ass arched back with a soft gasp.
“Don’t want to,” Snod said innocently, beginning to grind against Frankie with more purpose.
“Obe,” Frankie said firmly, a warning.
“Frankie,” Snod sighed, reaching down to hook his thumbs in the waistband of Frankie’s boxers and
tugging them down.
“Okay,” Frankie groaned, the plate dropping from his hands and clattering into the sink. “Last time,
