Snake Eyes

Chapter 8

He wondered how long it would take the snake to start pushing again and exerting himself more. Not that he didn't enjoy their conversing, because he definitely did. He didn't get the chance to just talk anymore; it was always analyzed when he did. He hadn't talked about the way he'd died in forever, so it felt good to find someone to share it with. This made him heart happy, though, not sexually satisfied. Arackniss slid to the end of the couch, making sure he was as close to Pentious as he could be, and leaned on the arm with a smile. "So, what should we do now?" Sir Pentious' expression changed to one of more nervousness and stress than the casual relaxation they'd had. He watched the snake slide out of the chair and move back into the kitchen to grab a file. When he returned, he opened the file and looked over everything.

"I did tests on the samples you gave me and made sure there wasn't any underlying genetic disorders that might get in the way of the project. There aren't, but," He stopped and Arackniss could feel the tension building in his stomach. He shifted in his seat and leaned a bit closer anxiously. "In order to actually do a preliminary test, I will need a more potent DNA sample." The snake said it like it had been hard to get out, but the words weren't quite his focus. Pentious was looking the opposite direction from him, his hood was slightly lifted, and even though the snake was black, he could still make out the heavy flush. His heart flipped in his ribs and he told himself to focus on the words. He recalled the last time they had spoken about it and what Pentious had said was the most potent. He'd come today on the off chance that the man would get cocky again, would dominate him in some way, but what better way to be dominated? Unless Pentious wanted him to do it, which he wouldn't be too opposed to because either way he'd get off.

"And how exactly were you wanting to get this sample?" The snake wouldn't even look at him now, and he wouldn't have it. Arackniss decided to make the first move in this and see what happened. If it failed, at least he could say that he'd tried. Pushing off the couch, he closed the small amount of space between them and leaned down against the arms of the chair. He reveled in the lift of the snakes hood as he pressed back into the chair. Taking the file from Pentious, he knelt on the chair, straddling the snake. He threw the file on the coffee table, and the other party didn't even look at it. Pentious was fully focused on him now, the heat that filled his gaze searing.

"Why do I get the feeling that you came here with a little bit more in mind than just coffee and a chat?" The man was gripping the chair rather than touch him, and he definitely couldn't have that. He placed a hand on Pentious' and slowly slid it up to slip a finger inside the cuff of the snakes sleeve.

"You haven't answered my question." He watched the other man burn for moments on end until he started doubting himself. When Pentious released the chair, he was prepared to be pushed off. Instead, the man reached up and wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him into a kiss that threatened to destroy him. The other hand settled on his waist and shifted to his lower back before pushing him forward to press against the serpent. He didn't think about what opening his mouth could do to him in a kiss like this, but his new found lover wasted no time sliding his forked tongue inside. Arackniss wrapped his arms around Pentious' neck, grabbed at his jacket, and held himself as close as he could get, but it wasn't enough. When the man shifted his hands to grab his thighs, he knew something was going to change, but he couldn't focus on what. He couldn't focus on anything more than the heat of the man pressed against him, the sounds of their panting gasps between each deep kiss, the taste of the coffee on both of their lips. Pentious shifted them, lifted him easily and held him just where he'd been, and he didn't stop kissing him, didn't stop wrapping his tongue around Arackniss' with an ease and eroticism that was driving him mad. When his back was pressed against the wall of the hallway, he braced himself with his lower hands and used it to get in a position to grind against his partner.