“I won’t,” Snod sighed as their clothes fell away, lube hastily slicked between them in a passionate
rush, kissing him hard and saying breathlessly. “I’m sorry, I won’t, I promise...”
“I’m so sorry,” Frankie said urgently, all of their emotions swirling together in a thick blur. “Please
forgive me. Forgive me...”
Something about those words made something deep inside Snod snap and a new flood of feelings
drowned out any other coherent thought. He took Frankie against the wall, shoving him hard and
lifting him into his arms. Frankie’s long legs curled around his waist, gasping as Snod pushed inside
of him roughly.
Snod set a fast pace, trying to find somewhere for all of his frustrations to go. He hated being denied,
but wounding Frankie so deeply had crushed him. Here he was, drowning in rejection and guilt for
being so selfish, and yet Frankie was the one pleading for his forgiveness.
Frankie moaned sweetly, tearing open his neck for Snod to drink from him. He clung to his shoulders,
his beautiful lips twisting up in pleasure, whimpering, “Oh, my God, Obe... God, yes!”
Snod growled and crushed his mouth against Frankie’s neck, catching the blood with his tongue. He
fucked him harder, slamming Frankie’s body and bouncing him on his cock relentlessly. He was still
angry, the rejection fresh and stinging, swallowing down a thick gulp of blood.
I forgive you, I hate it... I hate it so much, but I forgive you... I love you...
Frankie’s head snapped back so hard it hit the wall, overcome with the ecstasy of Snod feeding from
him while fucking him so hard. “God,” he groaned. “Obe, I love you, too... I love you so fucking
much. Fuck! Harder, Obe!”
Snod gasped when Frankie’s hand violently spanked his ass. It was a slam that was certain to leave a
bruise, making all of his previous spankings seem like a kitten’s swipe in comparison. He grunted,
roughly biting down on Frankie’s neck as he focused all of his anger into his hips, fucking Frankie
with everything he had.
He didn’t stop until they had both reached their ends, violently trembling together against the wall. He
held Frankie close, managing to carry him over to the bed before collapsing. The sex had been quick,
rough, leaving him out of breath and his body aching.
Frankie reached up to lick the smeared blood off of Snod’s face, gently petting his cheek as he
murmured, “Do you really forgive me?”
“Yes,” Snod sighed miserably. “I don’t... I don’t understand, but I never wanted to upset you.”
