“Oh, come on!”
“A broken vow is a very serious offense,” Snod said, aiming for stern, but he couldn’t stop himself
from grinning. “I can forgive your inconsiderate behavior, but not the absence of your integrity.”
Frankie bared his teeth, his eyes moving down Snod’s lips toward his groin. “Well, I can’t have you
questioning my integrity, now can I?”
Snod’s cock eagerly twitched beneath the blankets, his smile growing wider. “You did make me a
promise; I’m only asking that you fulfill it.”
Frankie chuckled, kissing Snod as his hand began to wander down his stomach. “Mmm... I suppose
that would be fair.”
“Very fair,” Snod panted, his desire making him start to tremble already. As they kissed, he was
fighting to get his pants off, and to his surprise Frankie was just as eager to get his mouth on him.
Frankie pressed him down against the mattress by his hips the moment his pants were out of the way,
moaning triumphantly as he sucked every inch of Snod down, his eyes fluttering closed.
I’ve missed the taste of you...
“God,” Snod whimpered, his head flopping back against the pillows, “I’ve missed this... I’ve missed
you.” He couldn’t stop the lewd grunts that were spilling out of him, lost in the heaven that was
having Frankie’s cold mouth wrapped around him.
He could feel Frankie’s tongue probing along the ridge of his head and rubbing against the tender
tissue. Frankie was usually so slow, so patient, but right now he was absolutely ravenous. He was
massaging Snod’s thighs, fondling his balls, and Snod was falling to pieces.
Snod wanted more, whining as his hips began to rise up, wanting the friction to increase, begging,
“Can I...?”
Yes, God. Yes!
Snod groaned at being given permission, snatching Frankie’s hair and roughly thrusting upward. He
couldn’t believe how effortlessly Frankie took it, letting Snod fuck his tight throat as hard as he
wanted to, hissing and sputtering when he felt one of his fangs graze his sensitive skin.
Frankie readjusted himself so his teeth wouldn’t make contact again, but Snod started begging,
“Please... bite me.”
Obe... we shouldn’t...
Snod slammed his hips up earnestly, trying to hold Frankie’s head down, trying to get his teeth to
