this is the last time.”
“Last time,” Snod agreed, urgently rubbing the head of his cock between Frankie’s legs, surprised to
find him slick and open. “You’re wet.”
“May have been playing with myself... while thinking about you,” Frankie confessed, offering a
cheeky smile.
Snod’s brain almost imploded on the spot. To know Frankie had been touching himself like that while
thinking of him was the most erotic thing he had ever heard.
“Sweet mother of mercy,” Snod gasped, wanting to claim him as his own and fuck him right there at
the sink. He remembered the need for protection, fussing, “Do we need to...?”
“No,” Frankie answered immediately, certainly reading his thoughts. “Take me. Now.”
Snod groaned as he pushed in without question, enjoying the sensation of cool, tight flesh against his
hot cock. It was like dipping himself in silk, intoxicating and wonderful, so grateful to experience this
without the pesky layer of latex between them.
Frankie’s body was already inviting him in, his hands clenching down on the edge of the counter as
Snod settled deep inside. They moved together, rough and fast, Frankie’s hips banging against the
counter so hard that it might have bruised a mortal man.
Dropping his head down into the sink, Frankie arched his back and let Snod bend him over properly.
Snod thought Frankie moaning his name was almost as pretty as his singing, the gorgeous melody
punctuated by the smacking of their bodies colliding. Snod knew he couldn’t last long, the bare
sensation was all too sweet, but he would take Frankie apart while he could.
Frankie was nearly having a fit, groaning and slapping his hand against the counter when Snod hit a
particularly ecstasy-inducing angle. He was touching himself, panting out a warning, but in moments
he was trembling and his knees buckled as he came.
Snod held Frankie’s hips tightly to steady him, grunting as he fell into bliss with him. He could feel
his seed pumping deep inside of him, lost in the rhythmic pulsing of his cock. He was gasping,
unaware for a few moments that tears were actually running down his cheeks. He slid his cock in and
out a few times, amazed at the thick slick of lube and cum enveloping him.
He was at a loss for words, helpless to describe how intense this moment was for him. The Order had
always taught him that a man’s seed was sacred, and here it was, spilled inside Frankie. Snod didn’t
think he’d ever share this with anyone, marveling at how quickly the heat of his cum seemed to fade.
