Dark Lifestyles Secret Moments

A/U

Gooey pillow talk

LIFESTYLES SECRET MOMENTS 3

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."


THE END