The Spidey Kiss

THE SPIDEY KISS

A rustling sound is coming from the other side of the condo, and I stand, crossing the living room to investigate the noise. Could it be an intruder? Wait, no. Adeib is home—he would've likely already strangled the guy. R.I.P. to anyone who tries to break into the home of a constrictor.

CRASH.

"What the fuck was that?" I shout as I speed towards the kitchen.

"Nothing, ya hayati, go sit back down," Adeib says, his voice deep and yet full of mischief.

I enter the kitchen, and it's not what I expected. Popcorn litters the floor, Hiro snacking away as he picks up the pieces one by one. He looks at me as if to say please don't be mad , and I give my familiar a small smile.

That's when I notice he's covered in butter.

"How did this get all over his coat?" I ask, raising a brow. As a moss-sheep, his fleece should be green! Not a buttery yellow. Ick.

Adeib scratches the back of his neck. "I believe Florp may have—"

"Of course it was Florp," I interrupt and point a finger at the geckfly, who looks guilty as ever. "You're always getting Hiro into trouble."

"Do not blame her."

I cross my arms and stomp my foot. "Are you kidding me?"

"She is an innocent, little creature who could do no wrong," he says, though I know he isn't serious. Adeib and Florp had a rocky start, with Adeib being so used to having his own methods for using magic, but I think now he's grateful for his conduit. Loves her, even.

Florp looks at me with big, pleading eyes and flies towards the paper towels, grabbing one with her claw and flying down to where Hiro rests on the floor. She tries to wipe some of the butter off of him, but it's no use. It's everywhere. Seeping into his moss and even coating the kitchen floor.

I stifle a laugh as I try to pretend I'm still mad at the little being, but I just can't be. She's too cute and sweet, and I know she didn't mean to make such a mess.

I let out a sigh. "C'mon, let's go get a bath," I say.

Adeib slithers across the house as the three of us follow, making our way for the bathroom. I can already hear the sound of water filling the tub, and as we enter through the doorway, Hiro jumps right in.

I'm so glad my familiar isn't a cat. If it was, it would've probably chased Momiji, and my sister Indie would've strangled us both.

Once I finish scrubbing the top of Hiro's head, Florp flies over and sits on him like a plover on a crocodile. I grab a bottle of bubbles from under the cabinet and decide to make this bath a little more fun.

Adeib gives me a look as I pour the concoction into the water. "What happened to watching a movie?"

"We'll get to the movie after we bathe our babies," I say with a smile as I sit on the bath mat and watch them play with the bubbles.

"Babies? I do not want babies, nor is—"

"Stop taking things so seriously. They're our fur-babies."

He gets down beside me and looks at Florp, then back at me. "Except neither of them have fur. Hiro has… wool , and Florp has scales," Adeib says in protest.

"It's a figure of speech!"

Florp suddenly jumps off of Hiro and dives headfirst into the clawtooth tub. When her leopard-printed body reemerges, she blows a bubble out of her nose and I snort laugh.

"Did you—did you just snort like a little pig?" Adeib asks, chuckling.

I push his broad shoulder. "Don't be an ass."

"Oink oink," he says, trying his best to imitate the sound of a pig.

"Imagine being a multi- thousand -year-old serpentine and making fun of your girlfriend for snort laughing," I say, glaring at him. "Couldn't be me."

"Imagine being the most attractive elfborn alive and yet laughing like a hog sunbathing in mud. That could be you, though."

"You are literally a snake-man!"

"Serpentine," he corrects me.

The dichotomy of Adeib will never fail to surprise me. He's so serious and stern, but there's more layers underneath. He's passionate and poetic, snarky and full of wit. Anything more than dry humor is rare from him, but when he does let his comedic side shine, it's like a gift from the beyond. Whatever that might be.

We dry off Florp and Hiro, wrapping them in towels, and make our way back towards the living room. Our living room. I'm still not used to living in a place quite so grand, or calling it mine, but I have enjoyed every minute of it. From the smooth floors which allow Adeib's tail to easily glide, to the plants lingering in every corner, this condo is ours.

He clicks the remote, and our familiars tuck themselves into the crooks of our bodies. The movie starts as we sit in comfortable silence, snuggling under the blankets together, and watch the projector screen.

I make a mental note not to talk through the entire film, but that's definitely hard for me.

Rain is falling as Spider-Man suspends himself in the air with his web. Mary Jane pulls down his mask, revealing only his jaw and lips and as they kiss, butterflies fill my stomach. It's such a romantic scene—kissing in the rain after being saved by a masked superhero—and yet devious thoughts fill my brain. Adeib in a mask, Adeib shooting out something other than a web, and finally it lands on my most devious thought of all. We could recreate the Spider-Man kiss!

I reach over the muscled panes of his chest and fumble for the remote, pausing the old film. Only movies that were burned onto DVDs and VHS survived The Convergence, and I'm so thankful this was one of them.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, and Adeib's face turns suspicious.

"I am hesitant to say yes, but yes," he answers candidly.

"Perfect."

I gesture at Hiro and Florp to skedaddle, and to my surprise, they actually do without any fuss.

Languidly, I strip off my sweater and shorts as Adeib remains seated on the couch. He places a hand on my tattooed thigh, rubbing down the side of my leg.

"Nuh-uh, not yet. You can look, but you can't touch," I tease as I unhook my bra.

I practically moan at the comfort of removing the death contraption. You'd think a thing that was invented thousands of years ago would be comfortable, but alas. We're still wearing what might as well be boob prisons.

His vision lingers on my chest until I take a finger and push his jaw up, forcing his eyes to meet mine. I stare into those pools of whiskey like they're a lifeline as I gradually lower my panties onto the cool marble floor.

The tension in the air is tangible as I stand there, completely bared for him, already dripping with excitement. He's in for quite the treat.

"You can touch me, but only with your tail," I say, explaining the rules of this little game I conjured up.

"Where may I touch you?"

A thousand possibilities swirl around my brain before I land on the right response. "Only my ankles."

His brows furrow with confusion, but he follows my instructions all the same. Usually Adeib is the one in control, but I'm having a grand time taking the lead for once. I can't always be a fuck puppet. As fun as that might be, I've gotta diversify my portfolio, y'know?

His cold scales wrap around my ankles, and as if he can read my mind, he flips me upside down, my head facing his body. Reaching my hands in front of me, I let my fingers dance across the deep tan skin of his torso before making my way towards his seam. The black scales of his body hide it, but I know all-too-well where to find his cock now.

I caress him until his hard member shoots out from its pocket. His dick is warm in my hands as I slowly stroke down his finned shaft. The texture will never stop making me giddy inside.

Adeib lets out a low moan as I take him into my mouth, allowing him to hit the back of my throat. I suck his cock like its oxygen and I'm underwater, desperate for release. My tongue swirls around the head, twirling through the dextrous fins as I make my way up and down his throbbing length. Blood pools in my head, giving me a rush, my fingers and toes tingle from being upside down so long, but I refuse to not see this through.

I revel in the fact that I'm pretty much the only person alive who can make such a serious, cantankerous man come completely undone. I make him blush, I make him laugh, and I make him come. As I squeeze his bulging knot, I remind him of this.

Adeib moans, his body contracting as I continue bobbing up and down, my hands gripping his knot, trying desperately to pull it into my mouth. I'm here to take the Spider-Man Kiss to an all-new level. As I feel him start to come, there's a swift motion, and I'm suddenly being dropped onto my knees. It's so fast I'm surprised at how gentle I land.

Before I know it, Adeib is coming onto my face, cum dripping into my mouth and down my body. I am wearing not only a necklace, but an entire dress made of his seed. He grabs onto my neck, pushing my head back, and I lick my lips before swallowing.

This serpentine allows me to play out my every fantasy, and I love him for it.

"I do not appreciate your lack of self-preservation while I am in the middle of an orgasm, farforra," he says, his voice stern yet full of sex and sin. "You do realize you could have been hurt if I knotted your mouth? You could have choked on my cum."

"And what a wonderful way to go!" I tease. I wasn't trying to hurt myself—just live on the edge a little. "What are you going to do to punish me, Dr. Ali?"

Fire ignites not only in his eyes, but under my skin as he grabs me and lifts me up as if I'm light as a feather.

"I am going to remind you that no other being can satisfy you as I do."

Before I can even protest, he's sitting down with my knees resting on his shoulders and my legs hanging over the back of the couch. His arms wrap tightly around my thighs, locking me in place. Adeib's long, forked tongue laps at my pussy, and my body practically vibrates with need.

Adeib Ali is not just a scholar of Botanical Magic, but of my body as he swirls his tongue against my clit, undoing any semblance of put-togetherness I'd ever managed to muster.

"Pressure, I need more pressure," I say on a shaky exhale. "Fill me, please Adeib."

And he does exactly that. My thighs clench around his head, but he doesn't seem to notice as he tongue-fucks my cunt. He thrusts into me with a strength I've never felt from a tongue before. He eats me out like I'm a craving to fulfill, and I shake, toppling over the edge of pleasure.

Adeib doesn't stop.

"Adeib," I scream, my leg muscles convulsing as he continues, this time sucking on my swollen clit. "Adeib," I moan.

But I don't ask him to stop, because I could ride this high for the rest of my life. And I think I will.