Snod palmed his cock, tempted to touch himself. He slid a hand down the front of his pants, gasping to
find his underwear damp. Fuck. He couldn’t figure out what the buzzing sound was, listening more
keenly, and then he heard Frankie moan.
It was muffled, but definitely a moan.
Snod stared at the wall, licking his lips.
What was Frankie doing?
He realized he was still a little tipsy when he stood up, and it was suddenly too warm in there. He
didn’t understand why he felt so hot. He took off his shirt and pants, heading to Frankie’s bedroom in
nothing but his underwear and socks. He pressed close to the door, listening carefully.
The odd sound was still going, and he heard Frankie moan again. This time sounded almost painful,
and Snod wasn’t even thinking when he quickly opened the door, demanding, “Frankie, are you okay?
What’s—”
“Obe!” Frankie cried out in protest, shrill and angry.
All Snod could do was stare.
Light from the hallway spilled onto the bed, revealing Frankie naked on his back, some sort of phallic
object wedged up between his legs. There was a cord and a small remote attached, and when Snod’s
eyes followed the cord back up again, he realized that the object was actually inside of Frankie. His
cock was hard, twitching against his stomach and leaking beautifully.
Frankie’s pale body was flushed in a way Obe had rarely seen, knowing he had to have fed to achieve
such a lovely color. He looked debauched and irresistible, but Snod hesitated to intrude any further
than he already had.
He quickly deduced the buzzing noise he’d heard was from the object Frankie was thrusting into
himself, blushing down to his bones as he stammered, “I woke up, I’m sorry... I didn’t know... what
you were doing. I thought... you might be hurt...”
“I’m trying... I’m...” Frankie’s head dropped against the pillows, and he growled defeatedly. “Trying
to get off.”
Snod swallowed thickly, noting the awkward angle at which Frankie had to hold the object to keep it
inside of him and control the remote. “I could assist you,” he said, trying not to frame the statement as
a question, adding more confidently, “If you want me to.”
“God, yes.”
