<blockquote><div><cite>Itachi_4_ever wrote:</cite>Iyano could have sworn that his eye had twitched when he heard his apparent new nick name.<br/>Snakey? Oh come on…that was so silly! <br/>Obnoxious little brat, he thought, smirking when he’d found his own little name for the brat. Jamie could deny or try to hide it all he wanted, but Iyano knew that his tongue had a most interesting effect on him, which played in his advantage.<br/><br/>“Perhaps I might. I still have to test whether my fangs are poisonous or not after all, right?” he said smirking. His playful tone betrayed the answer to that already, but he didn’t care. He had no intention to let the boy believe that one little bite could mean his death. No, not when he’d so much other fun things to do.<br/><br/>“You’re such a little tongue slut aren’t you?” he said grinning. Now that he knew what the boy’s weakness was, he’d be merciless.<br/>With a devilish little smirk on his face he leaned forward, his lips barely an inch away from Jamie’s.<br/>“I wonder…” he purred, his warm breath ghosting over the other’s lips. “How will yours do against mine?<br/>He pressed his lips against Jamie’s and ran his tongue along his lips, waiting for Jamie to grant him entrance.<br/>However, he was feeling so impatient that he might push his way through if the boy took too long.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Jamie blushed at being called a 'tongue slut', firstly because despite all his games and his seeming to delight in innuendo, he was still just a teenager from a small village. Secondly, it was true.<br/><br/>He shivered in delight as Iyano pressed their lips together and felt like crossing his legs when he felt that tongue run along his lip. Feeling nervous that he really wouldn't be able to win the bet, he parted his lips, allowing the naga to slip his tongue inside his mouth. He had to resist giving in to the sensations and somehow come up with something that would drive Iyano wild... but what?<br/><br/>As they kissed, he slipped on hand up into the naga's hair, tugging slightly, while his other hand traced the contours of Iyano's masculine back.