“God, yes.” Snod nodded eagerly. “I’ve missed feeling you. I need, I need it back. I need you to know
—”
“Obe,” Frankie soothed, smiling from ear to ear, “I already know.” He pricked his tongue with his
fang, blood beginning to flow as he pressed his mouth against Snod’s.
Snod groaned hungrily, sucking desperately on Frankie’s tongue, swallowing back thick mouthfuls of
his blood. He could feel his skin tingling all over from the magical substance, every nerve burning
bright until his body felt like a mass of exploding stars. He had to pull away, left dizzy from the
sensation, gasping, “Frankie... fuck.”
“I know,” Frankie sighed adoringly, his cold lips beginning to travel down Snod’s chest. He hovered
over a nipple, grinning hungrily as his tongue lapped around it in teasing circles. He stroked it to
firmness with soft licks before he began to suck.
Snod squirmed, the sensitive skin becoming overstimulated quickly, and he could feel his cock jerking
absently between his legs. He gasped when Frankie’s fangs sank in, tiny pinpricks of pain that
vanished as quickly as they’d arrived. His head fell back into the pillows and he tugged at Frankie’s
hair as he sucked and swallowed, mewling pitifully.
Frankie didn’t take much blood, he never did, but it was enough that Snod realized his own desire had
increased tenfold as Frankie’s was beginning to meld with his own. The bond was back, bubbling
over with a new rush of emotions that made the ache in his chest burn even sweeter.
“Frankie,” Snod gasped, struggling to speak, to think, but everything was a jumble of words and
thoughts.
I need you, I want you, please, touch, I’m so fucking scared, keep touching me, don’t stop, feels so
good, I can’t be without you, I need...
“I’ve got you,” Frankie promised, continuing his slow descent of Snod’s body. His lips were so warm
now where they touched his skin, his hands like hot irons when they squeezed his thighs and gently
pushed them apart. He mouthed along Snod’s cock, not enough to give any satisfaction, only a tease,
working his way lower still.
Snod’s heart began to take off like a jet plane, complete with loop-de-loops and tight twirls, certain
that it was going to burst out of his chest and crash against the wall. His hands came up to cover his
face, and he hated how he was starting to tremble all over. His skin was on fire and completely numb
at the same time, and he was inhaling in short, ragged gasps.
