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Rating: NC-17

Words: 600-ish

Part 2 is at http://community.livejournal.com/wl_fanfiction/386399.html#cutid1

Ssssssex 1, What's love got to do with it?


 



Colin’s eyes shot open. His feet were released from their bonds, only to be wrapped in the serpent coils. It was like getting into a sleeping bag inch by inch. Ryan’s eyes were open, a vivid blue green with pupils so large that they resembled the entrances to his soul. His hands were stroking every available inch of skin, and it felt so good!

His hands caressed the body that was so different than his… and yet so familiar. He needed to hear the sounds of desire, feel the waves of heat-hunger that rolled off the other like thunder following lightning… He wrapped the lower body that was so different in his coils – dimming the radiance, but making him more alike. Two nagas… both feeling the heat of passion rising. He shifted slightly, coils undulating and pulsing as they massaged his flesh.

Colin’s head rolled back. The coils held him securely upright, and the pulsating sensations were better than any massage could have been. He could feel the scales as they gripped and released – a thousand magic fingers stimulating a million nerve endings. He gasped as a tongue flicked over his nipple.

He knew the signs of desire, and knew the other was willing and ready. The heat coming from him was intense – a wave that continued to roll over him. The scales over his sheath folded open… His penis, well lubricated by desire, sought out the fire within. He continued to shift and ease his coils until he was in position. He nudged against the other’s opening gently – gauging his receptiveness…Cool mouth sought warm… two tongues lashing and weaving together in their own mating dance.

One hand was released, then the other. Colin’s arms wrapped around Ryan, pulling his upper body closer. One hand carded through his hair, the texture so familiar, and his scent no longer as strange. His tongue played with the other, pausing when he felt the split. It didn’t matter anymore as he sucked gently and was rewarded with a sigh that turned into a low moan.

Now… yes! He thrust forward, sheathing himself in the warmth. The passage pulsed around him… He hissed with pleasure as the other began to rock slowly, impaling him further… deeper… warmer…His body quivered, undulating as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. There was nothing else that mattered ~ he was home.

“God, Ry, you feel so good!” Colin kissed his way down from collarbone to shoulder, nibbling and licking down to a waiting nipple. It tasted of salt, darkly musky, and intoxicating. He suckled deeply… riding the sensations even as he was being ridden.

It felt as though his penis was being constricted and released, only to be drawn in deeper… deeper… For one brief moment he wondered if this was how prey felt – a thought that was as quick to melt, as it was to arrive. Cool eyes looked deep into eyes as brown as fertile earth, as warm as the sun. His hands caressed the head of his mate- smooth flat skin, hair the color of sand and as soft as the down of a swan.

“God, yes! So good… want… please… more… need…” Panting… feeling passion rise higher and higher… Colin grabbed RyanPlus’ ass (or where it would have been) to pull him in deeper. It didn’t matter anymore that he was embracing a completely mythical creature… didn’t matter that there was no way this could be the Ryan he knew (why didn’t we ever think of doing this before?), or that what they were doing was totally impossible, totally unlike anything he had ever dreamed of. “Need… please… please… yes… yesssss!”

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