The two lovers curled closely in bed, watching their panoramic
large screen movievision.
Qui-Gon loved westerns, especially bad ones. Obi-Wan preferred
science fiction monster tales. A war of remotes was staged,
with both darklings clicking madly back and forth.
Qui-Gon finally lost patience. "Enough of this, Obi-Wan. I
can't even see my favorite show in peace."
Soft purr. "An interesting plot, though I'd rather see Bugs
from Below."
Blue eyes glowed. "Yes, I know. You've only told me that five
times already."
Obi-Wan observed his father. "Your eyes are lovely when they
flash like that."
Qui-Gon looked at his son suspiciously. "Flattery will get you
nowhere."
Strong hands ran through the insane mass of hair, pulling it
across them.
"Oh, how I love this. Your hair is so clean and shiny. And it
smells of fresh cedar wood."
"Obi-Wan-"
Those same hands ran over the big body. "This skin is soft,
like hot silk. It feels wondrous."
Qui-Gon stared. "What is all this?"
Obi-Wan purred. He was happy to his toes, and didn't care what
his lover thought. Muscled arms held Qui-Gon close.
He stared at his son. "Ssss. Have you been in the verad'ii wine
again?"
A lick over full lips. "I need no wine. SsssSS. This body wants
kisses" hot lips went lower.
Qui-Gon clenched. "Not that it's a bad thing mind you, but-"
A pointed tongue teased the broad chest, coiling wildly.
"Your thatch hair is perfect. Not too heavy and curly,
nor too wispy and weak. It tickles my tongue."
Qui-Gon arched. "You're a hopeless sensualist."
Obi-Wan eyed him hotly. "I think I'd put you on a dinner
plate. Oiled and ready to go."
Qui-Gon stroked the spiky hair. "Overheated snekt."
That same tongue pushed into a navel. "I'd make you my
personal god. Get down on my knees every day-"
Qui-Gon twitched up. The blue eyes glimmered. "SSssss.
Stop taunting me!"
"Even your feet are lovely."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes. "Now I've heard everything."
"You're my sooky poo."
"Wha...huh?!"
Snicker. Obi-Wan played idly with the long hair. "My love
muffin."
Qui-Gon held his head. "Obi-Wan. You're making me ill."
"My mattress of mischief, more bounce to the ounce."
Qui-Gon covered the luscious mouth with his hand. "Enough
already. I'm about to break out from all this sweetness. Ugh."
Obi-Wan began to sing, despite the hand on his face.
/So handsome. I will sing all night./
"Oh, shut up" Qui-Gon put a pillow over the fine head.
"Besides, my western is getting to the best part."
Although muffled, the song was clear. Qui-Gon snarled softly to
himself, holding his ears.
"Force. My head rings with this rattle."
Obi-Wan pulled the pillow away. "Love can't be stopped."
"Can it at least slow down for a couple of hours?"
"I think not. Shall I sing some more?"
"Quiet!!"
Obi-Wan shifted. A scarlet serpent coiled around Qui-Gon. The
gleaming skin shone like glass.
Despite his annoyance, Qui-Gon couldn't help but notice the
beauty of the sinuous form. "You are lovely, Obi-Wan. Now get
off of me."
A forked tongue tickled his face. Obi-Wan wound even tighter.
Sssss. Love you, love you. I think I will sssing!
Qui-Gon struggled, making a face. "I told you to shut up!"
Obi-Wan sang, his coils puffing and swelling. The long tail
waved slowly.
Qui-Gon felt his eyes droop. "No tricks, Ssarparti.
You've come under bad influence from your grandsire!"
The flat head bobbed gently. A good bad influence. I will
hold thee all night.
"You'll try!" Qui-Gon resisted, toppling them both to the
floor. The heavy coils blunted the impact.
SsssSSSS. Hee hee! Obi-Wan slinked and moved against hot
skin. He slithered between the heavy legs and across a broad
chest, vibrating.
Qui-Gon arched on the floor. Serpent!" his cock
strained against the stimulation.
Obi-Wan taunted thick nipples with a whipping tongue. Qui-Gon
squirmed, yanking and rolling in pleasure.
"Like thisss, don't you. Want more?"
Qui-Gon could barely think, gripping the coils tightly. Pointed
nails lengthened in lust.
Yes, yes!! he pumped powerful hips, waiting for the
pleasure. Nipples swollen now, draining against smooth scales.
Obi-Wan didn't disappoint. He constricted and increased
pressure on every sensitive area. His tail struck the carpet
wildly.
Qui-Gon thrashed. The pressure and stimulation brought a stab
of fire to his cock tip.
"Over with you" Obi-Wan hissed impatiently. He
rolled his lover face down.
Curving now, the snake tail slipped between strong thighs,
moving up...
Qui-Gon roared as the tail penetrated him. He flopped and
bounced as it swelled up his hot opening. A bud pressed inside.
He was gone. Thick glops of cream struck the carpet as he
bucked. Obi-Wan hissed like a steam engine, shivering tremors
heaving his sinuous form. Fire raced through their souls.
Dotted light blanked vision.
Oh... the snake tail slid out. Obi-Wan shifted, holding
his love from behind.
Qui-Gon was limp, sated. Obi-Wan barely had the strength to
lift his head a little.
/Good, wasn't it?/
Weakly, Qui-Gon rolled over to face him. Ice blue eyes sparkled
with affection.
Fantastic as always, my Obi. Your creativity astounds
me.
Slow lick of lips. I do aim to please.
A sigh. "You do. Very much" he slowly sat against the bed. "But
now I want to watch my western. I can barely sit."
"Up on the bed, then" Obi-Wan lifted him. The long form
stretched languidly.
"SSsss. Better. Now, where's that remote?"
"Over here" Obi-Wan cuddled once more. He playfully scooped the
long mane and piled it over Qui-Gons' face.
Emerald eyes were full of mischief. "You make a wonderful sex
toy. My personal plaything."
"sssss" the deep voice was muffled. "How now, a dragon a
plaything?"
Obi-Wan held the hair over the fine face. "Well, there's so
much to work with. I've got the best of both worlds. Quantity
and quality."
"SSS" Qui-Gon peeked through. "That's it. I'm hiding the wine."
He abruptly rolled Obi-Wan on his back. "Now be quiet and be
still. I would see the rest of my western" he lifted the remote
and changed channels again.
Obi-Wan sighed, blissful. He tucked in close.
Qui-Gon smiled, pulling satin sheets up over them. Cerulean
eyes glowed lovingly.
"Obi-Wan."
"Hmm?" dreamy expression.
Gentle kisses on red lashes. "The feeling is mutual. Always."
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