always touched himself, wishing he wasn’t shaking so much. He began to move, glancing up at
Frankie often to gauge how he was doing.
Frankie’s eyes fluttered back open, and he gazed down at Snod with pure adoration. He leaned back
until his hands were resting on Snod’s thighs, rolling his hips in time with his trembling fingers. He
could feel every slide of his cock as it slipped in and out of Frankie’s body, gasping when he realized
he could feel a faint pulse beneath his palm.
“You’re close,” Snod whispered, stroking him faster. “I can... I can feel it...”
“Yes,” Frankie whimpered, speeding up to match the rhythm of Snod’s hand, “so fucking close...”
Snod could feel Frankie’s pleasure, white hot and blazing, bleeding into the bond. He began to pant,
jerking his hand even faster, determined to make Frankie come before he did. It was a delicious race
of will power, and God, Snod was happy to lose.
He couldn’t stand another second of Frankie’s tight ass bouncing on his cock, groaning as he stuttered
and bucked, unloading deep inside of him. He kept his hand moving, riding out his orgasm and feeling
Frankie’s body clamping down on him as he came.
Snod was entranced by every pearly stream shooting onto his stomach, the last few splashes coming
out as thick drips that ran over his fingers. He kept stroking until Frankie was mewling pitifully, a
plea for mercy, and Snod was left staring dumbly at the mess on his hand.
He hesitantly brought it to his mouth, his tongue darting out to steal a taste. Salty, rich, and bitter like
minerals and blood. He made a small face of displeasure, prompting Frankie to laugh.
“Oh, Obe,” he giggled, “you’re so sweet.”
Snod pouted, choosing to wipe his hand off on the sheets instead of tasting any more of it, huffing,
“That is vile.”
“It’s not so vile when I taste you, is it?” Frankie challenged, leaning down to kiss him.
Snod sighed, letting the kiss linger, swiping his tongue just inside Frankie’s lips as he mumbled, “No,
I like that. Very much.”
“Well, I liked you touching me, very much,” Frankie said, smiling brightly. “You don’t have to do all
the things I do, you know... but I’m glad you feel comfortable enough to finally touch me, too.”
Snod’s cheeks heated up with a faint blush, shyly turning his head as he said, “I liked that, too. I liked
how you felt, knowing I gave you pleasure.”
“Oh, you always give me pleasure,” Frankie promised, snagging one last kiss before leaving the bed
