press into him as he pleaded, “Please!”
Frankie’s lust exploded at the urgent request and he growled, his brow scrunching up as his teeth sank
in deep, swallowing back a big mouthful of blood.
Snod cried out joyously, loving how the suction from Frankie feeding added more pressure around his
cock. It was absolutely divine. His legs were suddenly up on Frankie’s shoulders and he moaned
when he felt a hard smack on his thigh.
You did want me to spank you...
“Yes! God, please!” Snod whimpered, smothering a sob into the crook of his arm when Frankie
slapped his ass. The sting resonated all throughout Snod’s body and he knew he couldn’t take much
more. He needed Frankie to discipline him, but this didn’t feel like a punishment. It felt like dying and
going to heaven, relishing the stinging sensation of his abused cheeks.
Another hard smack and he came immediately, his cock pulsing hard as Frankie gulped down his load
and his blood, swallowing audibly.
Licking and sucking until Snod was whining from severe overstimulation, Frankie finally released
him with a low groan. He crawled up his body to kiss him. “Mmm... that was lovely.”
Snod was dizzy, panting as their lips connected, tasting the iron of his blood and the salt of his cum. It
had no right to be so delicious.
Frankie was pressing against Snod seeking out his own release, his eyes bright as he purred, “Obe,
touch me.”
Snod’s insides twisted immediately, the sweet afterglow tainted by the thought of putting his hand
down there, down on Frankie. His hesitation was enough of an answer, Frankie shaking his head
quickly.
“It’s all right,” he soothed. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just...
kiss me?”
Snod nodded. That he could do. He kissed Frankie passionately, trying to put everything he had into it
to make up for what his hands couldn’t do. He could feel Frankie wiggling out of his pants and the
rhythmic pounding of his knuckles as they brushed against him as he drove himself to climax.
Snod stroked his hair, slid his tongue into his mouth, and even grinded against him. He did everything
he could to wring pleasure from this, hating his inadequacy. He couldn’t bring himself to touch
Frankie like that. The sin was too much.
