Well to be fair, he had thought this might end faster if they chose ones that were worse on the list. Murder was likely his worst, though that was a matter of opinion. Some people would likely thrust lust up to the top, but he hardly saw that as a problem or a sin.

He turned his head, biting into Frank's shoulder as the man carved his own. It stung more than anything, the beauty of a very sharp knife. But god did it sting, and the iron scent of blood flooded his nose. He groaned, digging his hands into Frank's hips as he kept himself still.

"That was longer than the one I gave you," he grumbled into Frank's shoulder. "And an interesting choice."