friction. The pain was making every other part of his body especially sensitive and he knew he was
going to come soon, just from the smack of Frankie’s hand and grinding against the wall like a dog.
He whined anxiously, his face flushing with shame as he cried, “I’m gonna come... I’m—”
“No,” Frankie said, his cool fingers sliding around to cruelly squeeze Snod’s cock.
“Urghh!” Snod grunted, the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over him knocked back into a
frustrated puddle. He was sweating and on edge, trying to thrust into Frankie’s hand. “Please...?”
“This is a punishment, remember?” Frankie gave Snod’s cock another firm squeeze before letting go.
He nipped at his shoulder, pressing his own hard cock into Snod’s hip as he scoffed, “You don’t
deserve to come, Obe. Not until I’m sure you’ve learned your lesson, not until I’m satisfied...”
“Then let me satisfy you,” Snod pleaded, reaching back to grab Frankie’s side to keep him close.
“Allow me to earn your forgiveness, Frankie. I can take you right here, right now, however you want
me. I’ll do whatever you ask of me.”
“Mmm, Obe...” Frankie’s fangs grazed over Snod’s throat as he considered the juicy offer before
pulling away suddenly. “No. This is a problem. We can’t just fuck the problem away. Especially
when the fucking is part of the damn problem!”
“But I want you!” Snod groaned impatiently, pounding his fist into the brick. “I want you more than
anything.”
“You want to have sex with me,” Frankie steadily corrected him, pulling his pants back up with a long
sigh and affectionately patting his shoulder.
“Yes, but I want more. I want to watch Disney movies with you,” Snod tried, earnest and vulnerable.
The alcohol was an extremely liberating potion, and soon he couldn’t believe the things he was
saying. “I want to fall asleep next to you, and wake up with you. I want to cook for you, even though
you can’t eat it. Oh, but you could still watch me. I want to drink more with you. Shirts. I want to fold
shirts. Match socks. Dance.”
Frankie was honestly touched, warmth flowing over the bond and seeping right into Snod’s chest. He
cradled his face lovingly, allowing him to draw back in for a tender embrace. His eyes were bright,
gazing warmly at Snod as he said, “One month... if you still want that in one month, then yes. You can
have it all.”
Snod had to kiss him, their mouths passionately crashing against one another’s. He didn’t care about
learning that stupid name or returning to the Order in that moment. His heart was pushing him right
