refused his ending.
Frankie cried out excitedly, his hand feverishly jerking himself off as he rode Snod harder, panting
hoarsely, “Coming... come on... I’m coming...”
Snod was utterly mesmerized, Frankie’s body clenching all around him and the fire that had been
building inside of him finally exploded as he came. It was intense, Snod left trembling all over as his
hips jerked violently up into Frankie’s.
Frankie was practically singing, his head thrown back as he moaned beautifully, rocking them through
their orgasms. “Yes, Obe, yes, my good boy! Come on!”
“Fuck, fuck!” he grunted, his hips seizing as he unloaded more and more, his orgasm never seeming to
end. He finally collapsed against the couch, Frankie falling against him. He was sweating, out of
breath, able to feel both of their hearts pounding furiously away.
Frankie lightly petted the hairs at the base of Snod’s neck, a smile on his lips as he taunted,
“Mmmph... now do you see why it’s good to wait?”
“Uh huh,” Snod said, imitating Frankie’s cheeky reply. He ran his hands over Frankie’s back, loving
the closeness of their embrace.
Frankie was happy, Snod could sense it washing over him through the bond. He was happy, too. There
was no Order here, no shame, no punishment; just the two of them, enjoying each other.
“Mmmm... again?” Snod asked softly, nuzzling against Frankie’s neck.
“Again?” Frankie echoed, laughing sweetly. “God, I’ve created a monster.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes, Obe,” he chuckled. “It’s a yes.”
Snod growled playfully, wrapping his arms around Frankie’s hips and lifting him right off the sofa as
he stood up. He eagerly carried him back toward the bedroom, the vampire cackling impishly as Snod
playfully threw him back on the bed.
They went two more times before Snod was completely exhausted, passing out the moment his head
hit the pillow. He was restless, stirring often, but always drifted back to sleep when he felt the
vampire’s cool body next to his own.
When he woke up, Frankie was still in bed but was already awake, watching him sleep with a little
smile on his face.
Snod stretched out his legs as his eyes flitted open, grunting, “Mmmph. Morning.”
