Page 197 of Mortal Sins

How do you want to come? Like this?

Snod shook his head, gritting his teeth as he pleaded, “In you, please... I wanna come in you...”

Frankie pulled off at the last possible moment, slowly running his tongue over the shaft of Snod’s

cock. He pricked his finger, dabbing his own blood over the wounds he’d left behind and then licking

it all away with soft little moans that made Snod’s balls ache.

Snod ran his hand affectionately through Frankie’s hair, and he smiled ravenously as he purred,

“Come on, my love... please.”

Frankie had the lube applied in a blink, slinking up Snod’s body with a wicked gleam in his eye.

“Happy birthday to you,” he sang softly, rubbing the head of Snod’s cock against his slick hole.

“Happy birthday to you...” He began to ease himself down, only a fraction at a time, gasping, “Mmm,

happy birthday, dear Obe...”

Snod groaned with him in pleasure, his hands finding Frankie’s hips and trying to guide his descent.

Grinning slyly, Frankie wouldn’t let Snod move him a bit, dragging out the last few inches for as long

as he could. He finally sat all the way down, moaning happily, “Fuck, yes, happy birthday to you!”

Snod loved when Frankie was on top like this, eagerly watching the way his leaking cock bounced as

he rode him, tilting his hips to catch just the right angle to make him really sing. He was approaching

the precipice of climax sooner than he wanted to, lost to Frankie’s ferocious slams.

He couldn’t stop staring at Frankie’s cock, licking his lips nervously. He could see the little bubbles

of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and he wanted to touch it.

It’s a sin...

Frankie began to slow down, his teeth pressing against his lip as he said, “You can touch me... but

only if you really want to...”

Snod anxiously looked up at him, grateful for the surge of warmth he felt rushing over him to give him

strength. His hand was shaking, but he reached, the tips of his fingers touching the slick pre-cum

dripping from Frankie’s cock.

Frankie’s eyes closed, sighing contently, “Yes, Obe... just like that...”

Snod wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it didn’t seem that strange at all. The fluid was sticky

like his own, and right now Frankie felt so warm having just fed. He squeezed the head, watching

Frankie gasp and another dribble of liquid leak out.

Wrapping his fingers around Frankie’s shaft, Snod gave a tentative stroke. He held his hand as he had