“Fuck!” Snod’s response was immediate, and while he was not particularly graceful with his
movements, he could thrust away like a sledgehammer. He watched Frankie brace himself against the
headboard to keep himself from being scooted up the bed from his powerful slams. He loved the way
Frankie’s lips parted as he moaned and how his eyes fluttered as he moved inside of him.
“Fuck, I want to feed on you,” Frankie growled, his eyes zeroed in on Snod’s throat. The hunger was
undeniable. “Yes?”
“Yes,” Snod whispered, tilting his head to the side.
Frankie pulled Snod down right on top of him so their bodies were pressed flush together. He petted
his hair, kissing along his shoulder and his neck before finally sinking his teeth in.
Snod only felt the tiniest of pricks followed by an intense and lovely suction, moaning much louder
than he had meant to. It was unbelievably intimate knowing he was feeding his lover, his breath
stuttering in his throat as he felt Frankie heating up all over.
“Feels good,” he grunted, his hips still thrusting away like a piston on an engine, never tiring, never
stopping.
“Obe,” Frankie groaned as he pulled away, licking his lips greedily. “Mmmph, here, like this.” He
stretched out one of his long legs, throwing it up on Snod’s shoulder and pushing him back. He
grabbed a firm handful of Snod’s ass before spanking him hard, exclaiming, “There, now come on!”
Snod jerked from the hard smack as he got settled on his knees, holding Frankie’s thigh and
experimentally thrusted forward in this new position. He cried out immediately, startled by the sudden
heat and the depth that his cock could reach now.
Oh, that was good.
Snod started thrusting again, Frankie’s warm hands sliding down over his shoulders and gripping his
forearms as he held on for the rough ride. The slapping of their bodies colliding was positively
obscene, and Snod couldn’t get enough of it. He was a mess of sensations, lost to the divine feeling of
Frankie’s body wrapped around his cock and the heat left behind on his stinging cheeks.
Frankie was arching into every thrust, helping them maintain a fast but perfectly delicious pace. He
spread his legs as far as he could, moaning and demanding more, his cock hard and leaking as it
bobbed against his stomach.
Snod wished fucking him like this could last forever, but his legs were on fire and the pressure in his
balls was begging for release. “I’m gonna, gonna...”
