Clex Fanfic: Whipped (NC-17)
Hola Peeps,
I'm back with some Clexy goodness! Haven't been inspired to write like this in a while, and I'm quite proud of the outcome. This is just a stand-alone oneshot split into a two-parter; not connected to my other Clex story in any way. I should warn you, it's a full-on Clexy smutfest, so if you'd prefer not to peruse such material, you may walk on by. :-)
To those who wish to read it: Enjoy, with my thanks. Special thanks goes to ctbn60, whose amazing banner provided the inspiration for this fic and jump-started my writing mojo. Love ya, Carol!
PS: I still love feedback! ;-)
Title: Whipped
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: Very NC-17. Seriously. No minors here, please
Warnings: Graphic M/M Sex, Slash
Timeline: Some time after Persona (Season 7)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark and Lex get busy with the assist of a can of whipped cream
Feedback: Always. :-)
Author’s Note: For the purposes of this story, Lex already knows Clark’s secret. Don't ask me how; he just does.
Whipped
Part 1
“Morning, Sunshine.”
At the sound of Lex’s voice, Clark jerked upright, banging his head on the cupboard door in the process. He turned and saw Lex leaning lazily on the kitchen doorframe, his creamy-white skin a landscape of porcelain perfection in the early morning sunlight. Clark’s gaze drifted southward, his eyes widening as he took in the other man’s complete nakedness.
Lex caught him staring and smiled. “See something you like?”
Clark blushed. “Lex,” he said, feeling somewhat self-conscious at how low his own pants were riding around his hips. He tightened the drawstring of his slacks and hitched them higher up on his waist. “Couldn’t find anything to wear?”
Lex smirked. “I seem to recall my sharp business suit being reduced to a frenzied pile of tissue paper fabric,” he said, his voice a husky drawl. “Ergo no, I have no pants to speak of.”
Clark recalled it too, with a touch of embarrassment - and a jolt of sexual thrill. “You can wear one of mine,” he offered, pointing to the clean linen basket. “I’ll, um…I’ll make us some coffee.”
Lex shrugged and riffled through the linen basket, finally selecting an old pair of Clark’s plaid flannel pyjama bottoms and slipping them on. Clark stared hungrily as the garment slid up Lex’s legs and hung loosely on his hips, somehow making him look even sexier than he had when he’d been totally naked.
He glanced up and saw Lex looking at him with amusement in his grey eyes. Embarrassed at having been caught staring again, he quickly averted his eyes and turned on the coffee machine in a pathetic attempt to focus on something, anything other than the half-naked man across the room.
“Shy?” Lex asked slyly, and walked slowly towards him. “I wouldn’t have thought so after last night.”
Clark felt his cheeks heat up by several degrees as the memory of last night flooded back into his mind in intimate detail. He supposed they’d have to talk about it sooner or later.
“I, um… about yesterday; I don’t know how that happened, Lex. I don’t - that is, I’ve never… I mean, I’m not-”
“You’re not really attracted to me, you’ve never had sexual contact with a guy, and you’re not gay,” Lex supplied, continuing to advance on him like a panther stalking its prey. He stopped just in front of him and leaned into his personal space. “Could have fooled me, Clark.”
The warmth of Lex’s body radiated almost palpably, and despite all his best efforts, Clark began to feel his own body responding to Lex’s nearness.
“It just… kind of happened,” Clark said desperately. He felt Lex’s thigh bump against his, and a knot of need began to tighten in his groin. “I was upset about breaking up with Lana, you caught me at a vulnerable time-”
“Please,” Lex scoffed. “Lana couldn’t tell you from your freaky phantom zone twin. A day of ignorance, I’d understand; a week, I’d let it pass, but a whole month?” he shook his head. “You couldn’t break up with her fast enough.”
Clark hung his head. “She said those four weeks with him were the best of her life,” he said quietly.
Lex nodded. “Yeah, good sex will do that to a person, Clark. And she clearly wasn’t getting any from you, and now we know why.” Lex trailed a finger along the length of tented grey fabric, and Clark sucked in a breath as his body responded to the light touch. “She’s not the one you really want; she never has been, has she?”
Clark swallowed. “Last night was a mistake, Lex,” he said hoarsely, even as his body said otherwise. We just…kissed.”
Lex’s pale brow rose sardonically, and Clark amended his statement.
“Okay, we kissed and…and touched each other,” he added reluctantly. “But that’s all. Like I said, I was vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable,” Lex echoed with a wry smile. His fingers closed around Clark’s shaft and caressed him through the thick grey wool. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Clark gulped as Lex’s intimate touch triggered a flood of detailed memories from the night before. “I... do you want coffee? How do you take your coffee?” he blurted out.
He stepped away from Lex’s questing fingers and grabbed two mugs, which he placed on the counter, then grabbed milk and a can of whipped cream out of the fridge. “There’s sugar in the jar, and honey in the squeezy bottle. Or if you’d prefer tea, I-”
“Just this.” Lex picked up an empty mug with one hand, and the can of whipped cream in the other, and smiled. “This is fine.”
Clark watched curiously as Lex shook the can, flipped the cap and squirted the creamy foam into the mug, filling it until it created a delightfully swirly cone shape at the top.
Clark blinked. “Don’t you want coffee?”
Lex scooped a dollop of cream onto one finger and shrugged. “Coffee is not my stimulant of choice this morning,” he replied, giving Clark a hungry look.
Clark stared, transfixed as Lex lifted his finger to his own mouth and sucked the cream off, lingering on the fingertip as he did so. Clark instinctively licked his own lips, and the ache in his groin grew fiercer than ever. His reaction to the other man was confusing, to say the least. He should be telling Lex to leave, not getting more and more turned on by the man with every passing moment.
When Lex had walked into the farmhouse yesterday evening, Clark had assumed he’d come to gloat at the departure of the former Mrs Luthor from the Kent Farm following her sexual shenanigans with Bizarro. But to his surprise, Lex had been genuinely sympathetic, and as they’d talked, it had been easy to fall into the old familiar moulds of friend and mentor. As the evening wore on, the walls and barriers that time had erected between them had come crumbling down, and it was like they were great friends again.
Then things took an interesting turn when the barriers being stripped away morphed from the metaphorical to the physical. Items of clothing started coming off, and before Clark could stop himself, his mouth was on Lex’s lips and his hand was in his lap. And Lex had responded in kind.
Lex was approaching him now, looking ridiculously sexy in those low-riding flannel pants; my pants, Clark thought, with a tingle of excitement. Lex stood in front of him, trapping him in the corner between the fridge and the linen basket.
“But that’s just cream; it’s not going to fill you up,” Clark said breathlessly.
“Don’t worry,” Lex said huskily. He dipped his finger in the cream again and rested it on Clark’s lips. “I plan on putting something a lot more substantial in my mouth, trust me.”
***
Oh, sweet lord.
Lex’s lowly-murmured words instantly generated a plethora of x-rated images in Clark’s brain, and a barely discernable whimper escaped his mouth.
By now there was no point denying the attraction that burned between them. Clark’s heart thumped harder in his chest as the pad of Lex’s finger spread the cool cream across the length of his lower lip. He waited in anticipation as Lex rose to his full height and gently sucked the lip into his mouth.
As soon as he felt Lex’s mouth on his, Clark knew he wouldn’t be telling Lex to go anywhere. Whatever resolve he possessed evaporated as Lex’s tongue swept into his mouth, sweetened by the cream lifted from Clark’s own lips. Clark moaned and lifted his hand to cradle the back of Lex’s smooth head, deepening the kiss, his mind supplying instant reminders of what Lex liked, and how he liked it.
Lex’s arm went around his waist and pulled him close until they were standing pelvis to pelvis. The kiss got wetter, hotter and longer; as did the parts of their bodies that were intimately pressed together and straining against their fabric confinements.
“By the time this cup is empty,” Lex whispered against his lips, “…I’ll have tasted you everywhere, Clark.”
Clark felt a cool sensation on his nipples as Lex’s stealthy fingers smeared whipped cream on them in slow, sensual circles. Clark’s head fell back as Lex’s mouth claimed one nipple, sucking hard on the creamy nub as his finger and thumb pinched and teased its mate. Another line of cream appeared on Clark’s chest, this time spread vertical from his sternum to his navel, just above the waistband of his joggers.
Clark watched helplessly as Lex descended, slowly licking down his chest, ribs and belly before lapping the dab of cream nestled in Clark’s navel. Lex grasped his hips and pulled him forward for a swift lick. It felt incredibly erotic, seeing Lex’s pink tongue stroking the indentation of his belly, and a tiny moan escaped Clark’s throat.
“You like that?” Lex murmured. Clark could only nod weakly, his hips tilting towards Lex in a subconscious thrust, silently demanding more. Lex sank further down onto his knees and hooked his thumbs into the elasticated waistband of Clark’s pants, slowly inching them down his hips and ass, lower and lower until the fabric gave way and his cock sprang free in front of Lex’s face, bobbing wildly in anticipation.
Lex stared at the throbbing member and licked his lips. He scooped two fingers full of cream and coated the entire length of Clark’s cock with the sticky sweetness, all the way down to the heavy sac at the base.
And then-
Clark stared, transfixed, as Lex opened his mouth and licked a stripe all the way up from the base of his shaft to the very tip, and then down the other side again.
“Holy fuck,” Clark whispered breathlessly.
Lex never broke eye-contact. His grey gaze met with Clark’s heavy-lidded eyes as he licked his cock back up again, pausing to swirl his tongue around the smooth head.
“Fuck!” Clark hissed. A burst of precome gathered at the bulbous tip of his cock and Lex lapped at it eagerly, moaning his approval at the flavour. Clark bucked forward, instinctively seeking Lex’s mouth, but once again those lips travelled down his shaft. Lex freed his feet from the grey sweatpants and silently urged him to part his thighs wider, he acquiesced; Lex’s head went between them and suddenly the damp warmth of Lex’s mouth enveloped his balls. Clark’s knees buckled as Lex pleasured him there, gently sucking and rolling the sensitive orbs around his mouth with his tongue.
“Lex… Aaahhh, Lex,” he gasped, incapable of further speech. Nothing and no-one had ever made him feel like this. The aching knot of need in his groin was wound so tight, he thought he would surely die if he didn’t feel Lex’s mouth around his cock right now.
Lex’s hand, once again slick with cream, closed around him and moved slowly up and down the thick length. His strokes were in tune with the suction of his mouth on Clark’s scrotum, and Clark felt his knees weaken further.
“Lex, please,” he begged. “Please…”
Lex slowly drew back and released Clark’s balls from his mouth one globe at a time. Clark stared down at him as he placed the tip of his shaft in his mouth and sucked, deliberately restricting the movements of his mouth to the plump head just above the ridge.
“Don’t tease,” he begged. He knew he sounded utterly pathetic, but he didn’t care. He needed this, needed Lex; had done for a long time. “Please suck me. Please.”
He’d never said anything so blatantly carnal in his life, but the response from Lex was immediate. He opened his mouth wider and sank down onto Clark’s length, hollowing his cheeks as he slid back up again. Clark stared in utter fascination at the lascivious sight and sound of his thick cock disappearing between Lex’s lips over and over, his member slick with whipped cream, precome and the wet warmth of Lex’s sucking mouth. Clark flexed his hips and thrust as hard and deep as he dared, desperately seeking fulfilment but mindful of doing anything that could cause harm.
Lex looked up at him and met his gaze, and Clark drank in the blissful sight of Lex on his knees, his head between his thighs, receiving his thrusting cock in his mouth as he gazed up at him. The slender thread of control inside Clark shattered. A surge of arousal jolted through him without warning and he erupted, a hoarse cry falling from his lips as he came in Lex’s mouth. All rational thought evaporated as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through his veins, going on for what seemed like forever but was still over too soon. The pleasure faded, and Clark leaned bonelessly back against the counter, gasping for lungfuls of air.
Lex still had his lips wrapped around his cock, Clark suddenly realised, feeling more than a little embarrassed. He hadn’t had time to warn Lex to pull his head away, and now…
Lex opened his mouth and released Clark’s softening member. Clark half-expected him to expel the contents of his mouth into a nearby napkin; to his surprise, he saw Lex’s throat move as he swallowed, and smiled.
“I always wondered what you tasted like,” he said, licking his lips as he got to his feet. “I’ve fantasised about doing this to you from the day we met.”
Clark struggled to catch his breath and find his voice. “You…you have?” he managed to croak.
Lex smiled and stroked his cheek. “This has been in my mind from the moment you first put your lips on mine and breathed life into me on the bridge that day,” he replied. He leaned forward and captured Clark’s mouth in a tender kiss before staring at him intently. “Was this…was it good for you, Clark?”
“Good is a massive understatement,” he said with a breathless chuckle. “It was nothing short of amazing, Lex. Thank you.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me,” Lex replied with a confident smile.
“What about, umm…what about you?” Clark asked, staring down at Lex’s raging erection bobbing insistently beneath the plaid flannel. “Do you want me to…?”
“Later,” Lex said pulling him upright. “You can do me later. I’m still on my voyage of discovery of your awesome body.”
Clark’s cheeks warmed at Lex’s words. “There’s nothing special about me. I’m just a Kansas farm boy.”
“I beg to differ, Clark. Everything’s about you is exceptional, and I’m not just talking about your abilities.” Lex gently burrowed a hand in his hair and smiled. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Clark. You’re awesome.”
“Thanks.” Clark straightened and got as far as the kitchen table before his still trembling knees protested, and he collapsed belly-first over the table with a groan.
Lex chuckled. “Still weak at the knees, I see. I like it.”
Clark heard the sound of a cap being popped, and to his surprise he felt a line of whipped cream being squirted from between his shoulder blades all the way down his back. He turned his head, startled. “What the-?”
“I just want some more cream, is all,” Lex said smoothly. He leaned over Clark’s back and began nibbling his way down his spine. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Uh…” the little flicks of Lex’s tongue in the small of his back gave Clark a little frisson of delight, and he shook his head. “No, it’s fine.”
“Good.” The canister made that -ffffft sound again, and this time Clark jumped as the cool cream was sprayed down the length of his crack.
“Lex!” he gasped.
“Just relax.” Lex’s finger slowly traced a line through the cream, and Clark stiffened as his questing finger sank deeper and deeper between his ass cheeks. Clark instinctively clenched his butt muscles, unsure what to expect.
Lex’s finger stilled. “I don’t want to ambush you or make you do anything you don’t want to do, Clark,” he said softly. “I know you didn’t exactly plan this today; neither did I, and it just occurred to me now that I might be moving too fast. If I do something you’re not comfortable with, just say ‘no’ and I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
Clark hesitated. There was a part of him, now that his raging lust had been slaked, that just wanted to have a little breather and come to terms with the fact that he had spent the last twelve hours or so getting freaky with Lex Luthor. And whilst they had undoubtedly fooled around, Lex had hitherto kept all intimate contact to his front side… until now. Truth be told, Clark hadn’t thought that far ahead with this dalliance. It suddenly occurred to him that back door play was…well, to be expected.
“Clark?” Lex prompted when he remained silent. “Do you want me to stop now?”
A sliver of melted cream trickled down through his crack and over the hidden crevice, hinting at pleasures to come. A shiver of arousal shot through him. “No, Lex,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He heard Lex give a sigh of relief. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Just…try and relax, okay? I only want to make you feel good.”
Lex’s hands gently squeezed his shoulders in reassurance, and Clark smiled. “You already have.”
Lex chuckled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”
***
Part II…
I'm back with some Clexy goodness! Haven't been inspired to write like this in a while, and I'm quite proud of the outcome. This is just a stand-alone oneshot split into a two-parter; not connected to my other Clex story in any way. I should warn you, it's a full-on Clexy smutfest, so if you'd prefer not to peruse such material, you may walk on by. :-)
To those who wish to read it: Enjoy, with my thanks. Special thanks goes to ctbn60, whose amazing banner provided the inspiration for this fic and jump-started my writing mojo. Love ya, Carol!
PS: I still love feedback! ;-)
Title: Whipped
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: Very NC-17. Seriously. No minors here, please
Warnings: Graphic M/M Sex, Slash
Timeline: Some time after Persona (Season 7)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Clark and Lex get busy with the assist of a can of whipped cream
Feedback: Always. :-)
Author’s Note: For the purposes of this story, Lex already knows Clark’s secret. Don't ask me how; he just does.
Whipped
Part 1
“Morning, Sunshine.”
At the sound of Lex’s voice, Clark jerked upright, banging his head on the cupboard door in the process. He turned and saw Lex leaning lazily on the kitchen doorframe, his creamy-white skin a landscape of porcelain perfection in the early morning sunlight. Clark’s gaze drifted southward, his eyes widening as he took in the other man’s complete nakedness.
Lex caught him staring and smiled. “See something you like?”
Clark blushed. “Lex,” he said, feeling somewhat self-conscious at how low his own pants were riding around his hips. He tightened the drawstring of his slacks and hitched them higher up on his waist. “Couldn’t find anything to wear?”
Lex smirked. “I seem to recall my sharp business suit being reduced to a frenzied pile of tissue paper fabric,” he said, his voice a husky drawl. “Ergo no, I have no pants to speak of.”
Clark recalled it too, with a touch of embarrassment - and a jolt of sexual thrill. “You can wear one of mine,” he offered, pointing to the clean linen basket. “I’ll, um…I’ll make us some coffee.”
Lex shrugged and riffled through the linen basket, finally selecting an old pair of Clark’s plaid flannel pyjama bottoms and slipping them on. Clark stared hungrily as the garment slid up Lex’s legs and hung loosely on his hips, somehow making him look even sexier than he had when he’d been totally naked.
He glanced up and saw Lex looking at him with amusement in his grey eyes. Embarrassed at having been caught staring again, he quickly averted his eyes and turned on the coffee machine in a pathetic attempt to focus on something, anything other than the half-naked man across the room.
“Shy?” Lex asked slyly, and walked slowly towards him. “I wouldn’t have thought so after last night.”
Clark felt his cheeks heat up by several degrees as the memory of last night flooded back into his mind in intimate detail. He supposed they’d have to talk about it sooner or later.
“I, um… about yesterday; I don’t know how that happened, Lex. I don’t - that is, I’ve never… I mean, I’m not-”
“You’re not really attracted to me, you’ve never had sexual contact with a guy, and you’re not gay,” Lex supplied, continuing to advance on him like a panther stalking its prey. He stopped just in front of him and leaned into his personal space. “Could have fooled me, Clark.”
The warmth of Lex’s body radiated almost palpably, and despite all his best efforts, Clark began to feel his own body responding to Lex’s nearness.
“It just… kind of happened,” Clark said desperately. He felt Lex’s thigh bump against his, and a knot of need began to tighten in his groin. “I was upset about breaking up with Lana, you caught me at a vulnerable time-”
“Please,” Lex scoffed. “Lana couldn’t tell you from your freaky phantom zone twin. A day of ignorance, I’d understand; a week, I’d let it pass, but a whole month?” he shook his head. “You couldn’t break up with her fast enough.”
Clark hung his head. “She said those four weeks with him were the best of her life,” he said quietly.
Lex nodded. “Yeah, good sex will do that to a person, Clark. And she clearly wasn’t getting any from you, and now we know why.” Lex trailed a finger along the length of tented grey fabric, and Clark sucked in a breath as his body responded to the light touch. “She’s not the one you really want; she never has been, has she?”
Clark swallowed. “Last night was a mistake, Lex,” he said hoarsely, even as his body said otherwise. We just…kissed.”
Lex’s pale brow rose sardonically, and Clark amended his statement.
“Okay, we kissed and…and touched each other,” he added reluctantly. “But that’s all. Like I said, I was vulnerable.”
“Vulnerable,” Lex echoed with a wry smile. His fingers closed around Clark’s shaft and caressed him through the thick grey wool. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Clark gulped as Lex’s intimate touch triggered a flood of detailed memories from the night before. “I... do you want coffee? How do you take your coffee?” he blurted out.
He stepped away from Lex’s questing fingers and grabbed two mugs, which he placed on the counter, then grabbed milk and a can of whipped cream out of the fridge. “There’s sugar in the jar, and honey in the squeezy bottle. Or if you’d prefer tea, I-”
“Just this.” Lex picked up an empty mug with one hand, and the can of whipped cream in the other, and smiled. “This is fine.”
Clark watched curiously as Lex shook the can, flipped the cap and squirted the creamy foam into the mug, filling it until it created a delightfully swirly cone shape at the top.
Clark blinked. “Don’t you want coffee?”
Lex scooped a dollop of cream onto one finger and shrugged. “Coffee is not my stimulant of choice this morning,” he replied, giving Clark a hungry look.
Clark stared, transfixed as Lex lifted his finger to his own mouth and sucked the cream off, lingering on the fingertip as he did so. Clark instinctively licked his own lips, and the ache in his groin grew fiercer than ever. His reaction to the other man was confusing, to say the least. He should be telling Lex to leave, not getting more and more turned on by the man with every passing moment.
When Lex had walked into the farmhouse yesterday evening, Clark had assumed he’d come to gloat at the departure of the former Mrs Luthor from the Kent Farm following her sexual shenanigans with Bizarro. But to his surprise, Lex had been genuinely sympathetic, and as they’d talked, it had been easy to fall into the old familiar moulds of friend and mentor. As the evening wore on, the walls and barriers that time had erected between them had come crumbling down, and it was like they were great friends again.
Then things took an interesting turn when the barriers being stripped away morphed from the metaphorical to the physical. Items of clothing started coming off, and before Clark could stop himself, his mouth was on Lex’s lips and his hand was in his lap. And Lex had responded in kind.
Lex was approaching him now, looking ridiculously sexy in those low-riding flannel pants; my pants, Clark thought, with a tingle of excitement. Lex stood in front of him, trapping him in the corner between the fridge and the linen basket.
“But that’s just cream; it’s not going to fill you up,” Clark said breathlessly.
“Don’t worry,” Lex said huskily. He dipped his finger in the cream again and rested it on Clark’s lips. “I plan on putting something a lot more substantial in my mouth, trust me.”
***
Oh, sweet lord.
Lex’s lowly-murmured words instantly generated a plethora of x-rated images in Clark’s brain, and a barely discernable whimper escaped his mouth.
By now there was no point denying the attraction that burned between them. Clark’s heart thumped harder in his chest as the pad of Lex’s finger spread the cool cream across the length of his lower lip. He waited in anticipation as Lex rose to his full height and gently sucked the lip into his mouth.
As soon as he felt Lex’s mouth on his, Clark knew he wouldn’t be telling Lex to go anywhere. Whatever resolve he possessed evaporated as Lex’s tongue swept into his mouth, sweetened by the cream lifted from Clark’s own lips. Clark moaned and lifted his hand to cradle the back of Lex’s smooth head, deepening the kiss, his mind supplying instant reminders of what Lex liked, and how he liked it.
Lex’s arm went around his waist and pulled him close until they were standing pelvis to pelvis. The kiss got wetter, hotter and longer; as did the parts of their bodies that were intimately pressed together and straining against their fabric confinements.
“By the time this cup is empty,” Lex whispered against his lips, “…I’ll have tasted you everywhere, Clark.”
Clark felt a cool sensation on his nipples as Lex’s stealthy fingers smeared whipped cream on them in slow, sensual circles. Clark’s head fell back as Lex’s mouth claimed one nipple, sucking hard on the creamy nub as his finger and thumb pinched and teased its mate. Another line of cream appeared on Clark’s chest, this time spread vertical from his sternum to his navel, just above the waistband of his joggers.
Clark watched helplessly as Lex descended, slowly licking down his chest, ribs and belly before lapping the dab of cream nestled in Clark’s navel. Lex grasped his hips and pulled him forward for a swift lick. It felt incredibly erotic, seeing Lex’s pink tongue stroking the indentation of his belly, and a tiny moan escaped Clark’s throat.
“You like that?” Lex murmured. Clark could only nod weakly, his hips tilting towards Lex in a subconscious thrust, silently demanding more. Lex sank further down onto his knees and hooked his thumbs into the elasticated waistband of Clark’s pants, slowly inching them down his hips and ass, lower and lower until the fabric gave way and his cock sprang free in front of Lex’s face, bobbing wildly in anticipation.
Lex stared at the throbbing member and licked his lips. He scooped two fingers full of cream and coated the entire length of Clark’s cock with the sticky sweetness, all the way down to the heavy sac at the base.
And then-
Clark stared, transfixed, as Lex opened his mouth and licked a stripe all the way up from the base of his shaft to the very tip, and then down the other side again.
“Holy fuck,” Clark whispered breathlessly.
Lex never broke eye-contact. His grey gaze met with Clark’s heavy-lidded eyes as he licked his cock back up again, pausing to swirl his tongue around the smooth head.
“Fuck!” Clark hissed. A burst of precome gathered at the bulbous tip of his cock and Lex lapped at it eagerly, moaning his approval at the flavour. Clark bucked forward, instinctively seeking Lex’s mouth, but once again those lips travelled down his shaft. Lex freed his feet from the grey sweatpants and silently urged him to part his thighs wider, he acquiesced; Lex’s head went between them and suddenly the damp warmth of Lex’s mouth enveloped his balls. Clark’s knees buckled as Lex pleasured him there, gently sucking and rolling the sensitive orbs around his mouth with his tongue.
“Lex… Aaahhh, Lex,” he gasped, incapable of further speech. Nothing and no-one had ever made him feel like this. The aching knot of need in his groin was wound so tight, he thought he would surely die if he didn’t feel Lex’s mouth around his cock right now.
Lex’s hand, once again slick with cream, closed around him and moved slowly up and down the thick length. His strokes were in tune with the suction of his mouth on Clark’s scrotum, and Clark felt his knees weaken further.
“Lex, please,” he begged. “Please…”
Lex slowly drew back and released Clark’s balls from his mouth one globe at a time. Clark stared down at him as he placed the tip of his shaft in his mouth and sucked, deliberately restricting the movements of his mouth to the plump head just above the ridge.
“Don’t tease,” he begged. He knew he sounded utterly pathetic, but he didn’t care. He needed this, needed Lex; had done for a long time. “Please suck me. Please.”
He’d never said anything so blatantly carnal in his life, but the response from Lex was immediate. He opened his mouth wider and sank down onto Clark’s length, hollowing his cheeks as he slid back up again. Clark stared in utter fascination at the lascivious sight and sound of his thick cock disappearing between Lex’s lips over and over, his member slick with whipped cream, precome and the wet warmth of Lex’s sucking mouth. Clark flexed his hips and thrust as hard and deep as he dared, desperately seeking fulfilment but mindful of doing anything that could cause harm.
Lex looked up at him and met his gaze, and Clark drank in the blissful sight of Lex on his knees, his head between his thighs, receiving his thrusting cock in his mouth as he gazed up at him. The slender thread of control inside Clark shattered. A surge of arousal jolted through him without warning and he erupted, a hoarse cry falling from his lips as he came in Lex’s mouth. All rational thought evaporated as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through his veins, going on for what seemed like forever but was still over too soon. The pleasure faded, and Clark leaned bonelessly back against the counter, gasping for lungfuls of air.
Lex still had his lips wrapped around his cock, Clark suddenly realised, feeling more than a little embarrassed. He hadn’t had time to warn Lex to pull his head away, and now…
Lex opened his mouth and released Clark’s softening member. Clark half-expected him to expel the contents of his mouth into a nearby napkin; to his surprise, he saw Lex’s throat move as he swallowed, and smiled.
“I always wondered what you tasted like,” he said, licking his lips as he got to his feet. “I’ve fantasised about doing this to you from the day we met.”
Clark struggled to catch his breath and find his voice. “You…you have?” he managed to croak.
Lex smiled and stroked his cheek. “This has been in my mind from the moment you first put your lips on mine and breathed life into me on the bridge that day,” he replied. He leaned forward and captured Clark’s mouth in a tender kiss before staring at him intently. “Was this…was it good for you, Clark?”
“Good is a massive understatement,” he said with a breathless chuckle. “It was nothing short of amazing, Lex. Thank you.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, believe me,” Lex replied with a confident smile.
“What about, umm…what about you?” Clark asked, staring down at Lex’s raging erection bobbing insistently beneath the plaid flannel. “Do you want me to…?”
“Later,” Lex said pulling him upright. “You can do me later. I’m still on my voyage of discovery of your awesome body.”
Clark’s cheeks warmed at Lex’s words. “There’s nothing special about me. I’m just a Kansas farm boy.”
“I beg to differ, Clark. Everything’s about you is exceptional, and I’m not just talking about your abilities.” Lex gently burrowed a hand in his hair and smiled. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Clark. You’re awesome.”
“Thanks.” Clark straightened and got as far as the kitchen table before his still trembling knees protested, and he collapsed belly-first over the table with a groan.
Lex chuckled. “Still weak at the knees, I see. I like it.”
Clark heard the sound of a cap being popped, and to his surprise he felt a line of whipped cream being squirted from between his shoulder blades all the way down his back. He turned his head, startled. “What the-?”
“I just want some more cream, is all,” Lex said smoothly. He leaned over Clark’s back and began nibbling his way down his spine. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Uh…” the little flicks of Lex’s tongue in the small of his back gave Clark a little frisson of delight, and he shook his head. “No, it’s fine.”
“Good.” The canister made that -ffffft sound again, and this time Clark jumped as the cool cream was sprayed down the length of his crack.
“Lex!” he gasped.
“Just relax.” Lex’s finger slowly traced a line through the cream, and Clark stiffened as his questing finger sank deeper and deeper between his ass cheeks. Clark instinctively clenched his butt muscles, unsure what to expect.
Lex’s finger stilled. “I don’t want to ambush you or make you do anything you don’t want to do, Clark,” he said softly. “I know you didn’t exactly plan this today; neither did I, and it just occurred to me now that I might be moving too fast. If I do something you’re not comfortable with, just say ‘no’ and I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
Clark hesitated. There was a part of him, now that his raging lust had been slaked, that just wanted to have a little breather and come to terms with the fact that he had spent the last twelve hours or so getting freaky with Lex Luthor. And whilst they had undoubtedly fooled around, Lex had hitherto kept all intimate contact to his front side… until now. Truth be told, Clark hadn’t thought that far ahead with this dalliance. It suddenly occurred to him that back door play was…well, to be expected.
“Clark?” Lex prompted when he remained silent. “Do you want me to stop now?”
A sliver of melted cream trickled down through his crack and over the hidden crevice, hinting at pleasures to come. A shiver of arousal shot through him. “No, Lex,” he whispered. “I don’t want you to stop.”
He heard Lex give a sigh of relief. “Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Just…try and relax, okay? I only want to make you feel good.”
Lex’s hands gently squeezed his shoulders in reassurance, and Clark smiled. “You already have.”
Lex chuckled and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Baby, I’m just getting started.”
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Part II…