hoped that Frankie would change his mind, futile as it might be.
Especially since Athaliah had now chosen a date for his birthday, he could feel the pressure of his
own mortality pressing down upon him more than ever before. He didn’t have the heart to tell his
brother that he didn’t want a celebration because he was so excited, but Snod was dreading it.
What was so great about getting another year older, he thought. It was only bringing him closer to his
inevitable death.
He was so wrapped up in his own misery that he hadn’t even noticed that the date Athaliah had
picked would mark one month since he had left the Order. The morning of his birthday came like any
other, sighing deeply when he felt something moving down between his legs.
Well, that was new.
Snod gasped when he felt the prick of Frankie’s teeth in his thigh, his cool fingers stroking his
hardening cock.
Happy birthday, Obe...
Snod groaned softly as Frankie sucked him so sweetly, starting to rock up against his palm. Frankie’s
mouth moved to suddenly envelop every inch of him, taking him all down his throat and bobbing his
head until Snod was crying out loud.
Huh. Maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all.
Chapter Nineteen
“Happy birthday to me,” Snod mumbled dreamily, gasping as his cock thrusted up into Frankie’s cool,
tight mouth. His thigh was throbbing from where Frankie had fed, and he groaned at the pressure
starting to rapidly build between his legs. It was always so perfect with Frankie, and he let him have
complete control.
Frankie sucked him hungrily, burying his nose against his skin and sinking his teeth in for a quick taste
of blood. His nimble fingers were playing over his balls, his thumb pushing against his perineum as
he drank.
Snod cursed, panting haggardly at the intense suction. He was starting to get close, unable to resist
Frankie’s talented mouth. The warmer he got, the better it felt, his fingers clawing at the sheets and
trying to keep his hips from bucking up too hard.
Close...?
“Yes,” Snod whined.
