“Uh huh.” Frankie’s eyes were bright and happy, watching their cocks sliding against one another.
“We can go all night if you want.”
All night.
Snod seized Frankie in a passionate kiss, wrapping his arms around him. He squeezed his hips, his
ass, whining as the throbbing between his legs became more demanding. Frankie was in control now,
forcing them to go slow, and it was driving him crazy.
Frankie took one of Snod’s hands, trying to guide it down to their cocks, but Snod jerked away.
“What’s wrong?”
Shame had forced Snod’s hand to move, not ready to touch something so male, so much like his own
and yet so very foreign, stammering, “I-I can’t...”
Frankie nodded in immediate understanding, smiling reassuringly, sliding Snod’s hand toward his ass,
down between his cheeks. “What about this? Is that okay?”
“Y-yes,” Snod sighed anxiously, his fingers now moving to find that tight ring of muscle, nodding. “I
can do this.”
“I want you to touch me,” Frankie said sternly. “I want you to feel good with me. It’s amazing to share
this with someone, to open them up. But if you’re not comfortable...”
“I can do this,” Snod repeated stubbornly, slowly pushing the tip of his finger inside. It was much
tighter than he had expected, weirdly smooth as he slowly felt around. He pushed a little more,
watching Frankie’s face for approval.
Frankie was smiling, his hands gently cradling Snod’s face, stroking his thumbs over his cheekbones
and kissing him encouragingly. “Just like that,” he urged. “Go deeper.”
Snod obeyed, suddenly pressing his finger all the way in, watching as Frankie gasped, his mouth
hanging open in a happy smile. Snod did it again, the tip of his finger exploring to find what Frankie
liked the most.
He added a second finger, slick and pushing deep, Frankie’s back arching and grinding against Snod’s
hand. He kept pumping his fingers, rough and clumsy, but Frankie was making the sexiest little sounds
so he kept going.
“Good?” Snod asked breathlessly, kissing at Frankie’s neck.
“Uh huh,” Frankie sighed, pushing his body closer. “Very good, Obe...”
Snod could feel the snug muscle around his fingers starting to relax, asking quickly, “Are you ready?”
