Each thump left him trembling, hearing and feeling how their pulses were now thudding together in
perfect harmony, the words leaving Snod’s lips before he could stop himself:
“I love you.”
It was but a whisper, though it may have well been a scream. Silence followed, only broken by the
pounding of Snod’s pulse in his ears. He kept looking into those bright green eyes, fear beginning to
trickle in when Frankie didn’t respond. Here he was, splayed out like a sacrificial offering and
speared on the hot flesh of Frankie’s member, his to take, his to claim, to love...
And still, silence.
Frankie was smiling, shining like the sun peeking through the trees of a desolate wilderness. His
voice finally shattered the quiet, hoarse with emotion as he said, “Obe... I love you, too.”
Snod sobbed, his soul stretched too thin and breaking, giving his tears over as Frankie kissed him. He
was lost to those lips and the immediate thrust of his hips that followed, squeezing Frankie’s hands as
he slammed their bodies together.
There were brief flashes of pain, but all Snod could focus on the absolute pleasure of Frankie filling
him over and over again. His body was positively aflame, overwhelmed by the throbbing in his loins
and his ass was so raw from being spanked. His spine was arching all on its own, desperate to
increase the depth of penetration, his legs sprawling wide to aid his efforts.
He couldn’t stop the torrent of filth leaving his lips, pleading, “Please, just like that, harder, I need...
Frankie, I love you, fuck, how I love you... more, please, I need it...”
Frankie began to let go of his rigid self-control, his supernatural strength nearly crushing Snod’s
knuckles against the sheets and his thrusts finally feeling like a punishment. Snod cried out, the tender
flesh of his hole blazing with awesome sensation. He took it all, weeping as Frankie fucked him
senseless, every slam bringing him closer to the atonement he desperately sought.
In these heated moments of bliss was when Snod had an epiphany. All of his prayers for forgiveness,
for peace and happiness; they had been answered.
Frankie.
Beautiful and kind and smart and funny Frankie was the answer he had been seeking out for over thirty
years, and every second of suffering he had ever endured was a small price to pay to revel in this
bliss.
“Harder,” Snod growled, wailing when Frankie gave it to him with a mean slap across his stinging
