“Mmmm,” Frankie hummed, “trying to distract me?”
“Depends,” Snod chuckled. “Is it working?”
“Hey,” Frankie chided, laughing because he had used those same words on Snod earlier. “Well,
maybe a little... you are very distracting, after all.”
Snod kissed him deeply, his lips sealing a thousand unspoken promises that fluttered through his
thoughts.
I will never hurt you, I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, I’ll always love you...
“I love you, too,” Frankie murmured, the press of his body against Snod’s starting to create a
wonderfully amorous friction as they kissed.
Snod dragged the tips of his fingers over Frankie’s sides, slipping his tongue deep in his mouth. He
knew it was the blood allowing for him to get hard again so quickly, gasping when Frankie shifted
back between his legs and began to press against his hole.
Snod was wet and sticky, but spread his thighs invitingly, eager for more. He wanted Frankie to take
him again. He grinned, purring slyly, “Just can’t get enough of me?”
“Never,” Frankie promised, gently bumping their noses together. “Mmmm, again?”
“Definitely again,” Snod agreed, moaning when Frankie began to make love to him once more. He
cried out shamelessly when his legs went above Frankie’s shoulders for a while and he sobbed hard
when Frankie rolled him over on his stomach, biting down on his neck to feed.
It was beautiful, Snod left with quivering with pleasure as Frankie brought him over the edge of
pleasure again and again in all sorts of different positions. They drank from each other, the bond
stronger than ever before, Snod comforted by the warm ebb of flow of Frankie’s love washing
through whenever their eyes met.
Snod finally fell asleep in Frankie’s arms, thoroughly exhausted after the fourth time. When he woke
up, he felt absolutely refreshed. There was no lingering pain and he was perfectly sated. He had never
been this happy, letting the joy linger when he realized this was real.
He could keep this, always.
Frankie was still holding him, stirring as he did, smiling brightly as he greeted, “Good morning.”
“Morning,” Snod mumbled, blinking at Frankie’s sleepy expression. “Mmm. Did you actually sleep?”
“I did,” Frankie chuckled. “I needed to rest. Someone was quite insatiable last night.”
Snod blushed, shyly ducking his head as he said quietly, “I enjoyed it.”
