murmuring, “Mmm. Go eat something. You’re so cold.”
“Will do.”
“I love you, brother dear.”
“And I love you, little brother.”
Frankie came along to collect Snod, saying their final goodbyes and thanking everyone for such a
successful evening. The reopening of Everhart’s had been a hit, and it was clear that the bar had a
bright future ahead of it.
The future was promising for all of them, Snod thought.
Lorenzo and Athaliah were happy as could be, and Snod had spotted Ephraim and Amy cuddled up in
a corner booth as they were leaving. Snod was in love with a beautiful vampire who loved him just
as passionately, a man who would never give up on finding a cure for them.
Until such a time came, they had eternity to spend together.
It would be hard, especially if Frankie couldn’t find it before too many years went by, but Snod
wasn’t afraid.
He didn’t have to do it alone.
Back at home, Snod fed again before falling into bed with Frankie. Tonight had been exciting, having
taken weeks of planning and hours of hard work, and he was ready to have his own private
celebration with his beloved boyfriend before the sun came up.
He enjoyed the foreplay almost as much as the intimate act of sex itself, no longer held back by any
voices telling him that what he wanted was sinful. The only driving force in his passions now was his
own insatiable desire to make Frankie fall apart beneath him.
Sucking down every inch of Frankie’s cock while his fingers pressed inside of him was a particular
favorite, stroking along that one special place that made his lover moan. He could sense Frankie
getting close, backing off when he could feel his heart starting to thump.
“Obe,” Frankie pleaded, gasping and desperate, “please...”
“Someone once told me that waiting is good,” Snod teased, rubbing his tongue along the base of
Frankie’s cock.
“Obe!” Frankie growled, jerking his hips impatiently.
“Yes?” Snod asked innocently, continuing to thrust his fingers and slowing down to a devastatingly
torturous pace.
