“Does this mean we’re properly courting now?” Frankie chuckled. “We’ve exchanged gifts!”
“Yes,” Snod laughed heartily, “I suppose it does.”
“I don’t think the council will approve our union!” Frankie continued to snicker.
“Fuck ‘em,” Snod snapped, the words burning him more than he wanted to admit. He grabbed Frankie
tightly and kissed him passionately. He couldn’t resist, maddening thoughts of taking Frankie to his
bed, any bed, and being inside of him taking over.
He didn’t think it was the blood. This was truly his own emotion, his own desire, and all he wanted
was Frankie.
Frankie was kissing him back greedily, nails dragging over his neck and shoulders. The little sounds
he was making, the deep groans and growls, were going right to Snod’s cock.
“Frankie,” Snod murmured, trying to regain his senses. He knew Frankie would continue to blame the
blood if he didn’t stop, swallowing back a frustrated moan and saying, “It’s... it’s time to say
goodnight.”
Frankie’s lips were pink from kissing, his eyes glazed over with a beautiful hungry luster. It cleared
away after a moment, nodding, “Yes, it is.” He kissed him again, but chastely now. “Goodnight, Obe.
Thank you.”
“Goodnight,” Snod sighed quietly, remaining still as Frankie disentangled himself from their tender
embrace. He watched him vanish off into his bedroom, and he stumbled toward his own bed to flop
against the cool sheets.
The smooth fabric reminded him briefly of Frankie’s cold touch, rubbing his cheek into the feeling,
left wanting when it faded all too quickly. He closed his eyes, and he drifted off into a dreamless
sleep.
Snod woke up suddenly, certain that it was his brain telling him it was four o’clock. He would have
gone right back to sleep, but he heard an odd whirring noise. It was quiet, but still audible through the
wall that separated his bedroom from Frankie’s. He didn’t move, trying to block it out.
He was very aware that he was aroused, not surprised when he felt a fresh wave of lust hit him. He
had been frustrated all week long, again trying to ignore it. It got stronger and heavier, making him
pant and instantly hard.
Frankie.
He had to be feeling this from Frankie.
