Page 203 of Mortal Sins


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locking down tight until he started to quiver.

He came, wave after wave of ecstasy melting his brain into a wonderful pool of nothing, twitching

and groaning low when he felt Frankie finishing inside of him. It was warm, slick, and he sighed

contently as Frankie lovingly kissed his shoulder.

“Wow...” Frankie lazily pushed his cock in and out, the slide easy with how wet Snod’s asshole was.

“That was amazing, Obe.”

“Mmmmhmmm,” Snod agreed.

“Now I’m definitely going to be late,” Frankie chuckled affectionately, nuzzling against his cheek. “I

trust the birthday boy is satisfied for now?”

“Yes,” Snod mumbled, lifting up his head for a kiss. “For now.”

Frankie snickered, turning to slap Snod’s ass one more time.

“Ow! Fuck! What was that for?” Snod complained.

“One to grow on,” Frankie replied with a wink. He grinned, sliding off to clean them up again in a

blink, leaving Snod tucked in and a tray of breakfast in his lap. Snod was startled, blinking down at

the steaming eggs and bacon, asking, “How...?”

“Magic,” Frankie teased.

“Magic?” Snod scoffed.

“Yes!” Frankie said, grinning slyly. “Just wait until tonight after the party that you totally don’t know

Athaliah is throwing for you. I’ll show you how freakin’ magical I am.”

Snod bit hungrily into a piece of bacon, eyeing Frankie from head to toe as he purred, “Can’t wait.”

“Love you,” Frankie said, kissing him sweetly.

“And I love you,” Snod replied, smiling warmly as he watched Frankie hurry off to work. He finished

his breakfast and showered carefully, being mindful of his sore cheeks and dick. He lingered in the

warm water for a long while, happy and content, finally stepping into the guest room to find a

particular shirt he wanted to wear.

They had started moving Snod’s things into Frankie’s room, bit by bit, but not all of his clothes would

fit in Frankie’s closet yet. He kept them stored in here, thumbing through the hangers thoughtfully and

tightening his towel around his waist.

Athaliah had been as subtle as a sledgehammer about his party, dropping hints like cement blocks for

days. He was ridiculously excited for tonight, and Snod knew that he had been working very hard to