Snake Eyes

Chapter 9

It took every ounce of control that Arackniss had to sit back and let Pentious do as he pleased, since it was something new. He reminded himself to breathe as the snake touched him, starting at his thighs and moving up until a hand was resting on his stomach. He wasn't using the lube, even though he had it out, and he was just shifting him, massaging him. When he started to let him body rock with the movements and pressure, Pentious stopped, and pushed his side, forcing him to open his eyes and look down at him. "Roll over." He did as he was told and rolled onto his stomach, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it. He was starting to feel the emotional reset he'd been craving, though. He was submitting to the snake, and that's what he'd been touching himself thinking of for the past week. His lover pulled his hips back and up until his was on his knees with his rear in the air and feeling the least dignified in his life. The messaging was back, but now it started on his back and sides and moved down to his hips, then thighs. That when his lover finally touched him, and it sent sparks through his blood.

It hadn't been difficult for Pentious to get him hard again with his hands roving all over his body, so each touch made him even more sensitive. The electricity that shot through him as the snake penetrated him had his mind reeling. It was only one finger, but it stroked nerve endings he didn't know existed and had him shifting forward. With his free hand, Pentious pulled his hips back and the complimentary move had Arackniss' breath failing. He'd pulled the digit out, but Pentious had pushed it back in, resulting in a burning stretch that both hurt and felt insanely good. When Pentious repeated the motion, pulling it out and returning it, Arackniss didn't fight it, but focused on it until he felt Pentious' hand on his back, lightly going up his spine. "Breathe, Niss." Oh fuck, how was he supposed to breathe now? Why did the use of a nickname get him more than the pleasure assailing his body? The snake shifted and pressed against him to nuzzle his cheek again. "Breathe." This time it was said with a lower more demanding tone.

He took a deep breath and exhaled into the pillow while his body adjusted to the more consistent rhythm his lover was using. When he felt himself relaxing into the motion, pushing back into it and assisting the penetration is also when the second round of that burning stretch rocked him. He reminded himself to breathe so that Pentious didn't have to and found that adjusting to the second digit being added much easier. The consistency continued and a third finger was added, and Arackniss felt like he was melting. The heat permeating from every place Pentious touched him was lapping through him in waves and driving him higher. He pushed back into the penetration and matched his lover's rhythm until he felt weak. His stomach was tightening with the build up, his hands gripping the sheets, the pillow, while he whimpered into the fabric. He hated the thought of coming alone again since the goal hadn't been to use the other man for his singular pleasure. "What do you think? Do you think you're ready?" He pressed the digits inside Arackniss and twisted them which only made his body scream for more.

"Si. Cazzo si, Pen." He didn't have the strength to focus on dignity or pride now. He didn't want to, that wasn't the point. The point was release, so he whined when the other man removed his fingers and he was left empty and wanting. No, no, that wasn't what he wanted. Pentious shifted behind him and he glanced over his shoulder just in time to see his lover come over him. He sat up a bit and Pentious pressed their lips together in another one of those heady kisses that took his breath and senses. He hardly noticed the snake wrapping around his leg to hold him steady, or pushing him back down into the pillow. The things he did noticed had him moaning into the kiss. He noticed when Pentious shifted his hips and positioned the head of one of his members against the now soft ring. He didn't move beyond that, merely enjoyed the kiss until neither could breathe. They broke the kiss and both panted against the linen of the pillow. Reaching a hand back, Arackniss grabbed at the soft scales of his lover in an attempt to get him to move. It worked.