Breathe for me, Obe... just breathe...
Snod tried to, he really did. He was still shaking, a part of him resisting Frankie doing this to him. It
was a sin to perform this disgusting act, letting a man be inside of him, touching him, fucking him. He
was both filthy and completely elated, tears stinging his eyes as he felt a new wave of warmth,
comforting and passionate, pouring through the bond.
It was from Frankie, he realized, only able to describe the emotion as pure sunshine. It was bright and
endless, casting away all the shadowy doubts clouding his mind. He moaned when Frankie’s mouth
pushed up between his legs, holding onto that sweet feeling to keep himself in control.
Frankie’s breath was surprisingly hot, his fangs grazing along the ribbed flesh of Snod’s taint, pushing
his balls back out of his way. He licked slowly just above his hole before his teeth sank in. A quick
gash, just enough to bleed, letting the rich liquid pour down over his asshole as his tongue plunged
forward.
Snod gasped, both from the brief flash of pain and the new sensation of that thick muscle trying to
press inside of him. It was wet and dirty, Snod left moaning as Frankie pressed in a firm digit to aid
his tongue’s exploration.
“Christ Almighty,” Snod whimpered. The burn took him by surprise, tensing immediately.
It will pass... you have to breathe for me...
Snod obeyed, breathing deeply over and over until the pain faded. There was still pressure, intense
and sending strange sparks shooting up his spine. But it was starting to feel really damn good, and
Snod groaned wantonly.
Frankie was sucking and licking with such passion, feeding from the dripping blood as he fucked his
tongue and finger inside of his hole. He was moving so carefully, as if Snod were made of glass,
making sure to track every single reaction to ensure an optimum amount of pleasure.
When Frankie thought Snod was ready for a second finger, he flickered away to grab the bottle of
lubricant. He had moved so quickly that the transition of one finger to two was completely seamless,
as if he had never moved at all.
Snod moaned in delight at the new stretch, amazed that his body was adjusting much more easily now.
He could sense Frankie’s concern for his comfort, assuring him breathlessly, “I’m fine, I’m fine...
keep going.”
Frankie’s mouth sucked the tender skin around Snod’s balls, his fingers fucking in and out of him with
