Clex Fanfic: Whipped (NC-17), Part 2/2
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Here's the concluding part of Whipped. I hope you enjoy it, and many thanks once again to Carol for her incredibly inspiring manip! Again, please feel free to skip this one if graphic depictions of manly lurve is something you'd rather not peruse.
Title: Whipped
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: Very NC-17. Seriously. No minors here, please
Warnings: Graphic M/M Sex, Slash
Timeline: Sometime 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
Manip by ctbn60
Read Part 1 here.
Part II
Clark wondered if anything could possibly be more intensely pleasurable than the feel of Lex’s mouth on him, sucking him eagerly. Even the mere memory of the sensations was enough to make his twitch cock with renewed ardour.
But if the course of Lex’s fingers and lips was anything to go by, it looked like he would soon get the answer to his question. He felt Lex’s tongue slide wetly down his back, taking his time to enjoy the cream he had spread there earlier. His fingers preceded his mouth, trailing down to the small of his back and resting just above the cleft of his buttocks.
Once again, Clark tensed in anticipation of Lex’s intrusion. Lying with his face on the table and his backside in the air, unable to witness or influence Lex’s ministrations, he felt more exposed than ever. He swallowed and waited for Lex’s next move.
The whipped cream on his backside warmed from the heat of his skin. It melted and trickled through his crack and down his inside thigh, tickling a little as it began to run down his knee. Clark felt Lex’s strong hands on his calves, and then the soft stroke of his tongue at the back of his knee, licking away the melted cream. A sharp buzz of arousal speared through him, and he uttered a loud groan, almost floored by the intensity of it.
Lex chuckled. “I think I just found one of your erogenous zones.”
He licked the sensitive spot again, and Clark shuddered and clenched his fists on the table. Lex’s tongue travelled higher, as did his hands, arriving at the pliant flesh of his buttocks and squeezing the firm flesh appreciatively. His tongue was not far behind, and Clark moaned as it travelled higher and higher, until it reached the apex of his thighs.
Lex’s hands continued to knead and squeeze his ass without making any obvious moves to progress to the centre. Clark closed his eyes and relaxed, lulled into a semblance of calm by the rhythmic caress of Lex’s hands and the feel of his tongue between his thighs.
“God, Clark. You have the most amazing ass,” Lex said, his voice rough with desire. He squeezed and lifted a cheek in each hand, parting the cleft to reveal the hidden crease within. Before Clark could even think to react, the wet warmth of Lex’s tongue stroked upwards, licking from the base of his balls all the way up to the puckered hole.
Intense desire slammed into Clark with the force of a Mack truck. He’s licking me, he thought wildly. Lex is licking my-
His tongue stroked him again, lingering on the entrance to his body and teasing him there with light, fast flicks of his tongue.
“I told you, Clark,” Lex whispered hotly against his sensitive flesh, “…I’m going to taste you everywhere.”
Clark moaned and shuddered as Lex worked his tongue into the tight rim; teasing, tasting, alternating between long, broad strokes of his tongue and lighter, flicking motions. One of Lex’s hands reached between Clark’s legs and fondled his balls before grasping his cock, and Clark was shocked to find was already fully erect once more. Lex stroked him from root to tip as he licked wetly at his entrance, and Clark’s knees trembled in raw desire at the double sensual assault.
The tip of Lex’s tongue went deeper, burrowing further as the hand on his cock worked harder and faster. “Lex,” Clark groaned, thrusting and writhing insistently. The completely new sensations seared along his nerves, and he lifted his hips and arched back, seeking more of Lex’s questing mouth.
But Lex moved away, leaving him suddenly empty. Clark growled and started to lift himself off the table.
“Stay where you are, Clark,” Lex ordered, stilling him with a hand on his back.
“I want you,” he admitted roughly. “I need you, Lex.”
“And you’ll get me.” Clark heard the now familiar sound of the whipped cream can and craned his neck around to see Lex spraying cream into his hand. He watched avidly as Lex put the can down and used his free hand to spread Clark’s cheeks. The smooth sensation of the cool cream soon followed as Lex spread it along his crack, his moistened fingers paying particular attention to the tiny, puckered crease.
This time there was no trepidation. Clark eased his hips upward, offering Lex everything he had to give. Lex moved his finger around the hole in pressing circles, easing further and further into his entrance with every stroke.
“Oh, yes,” Clark groaned as the digit slid into him and pressed deep. “Yes…more…”
Lex eased a second finger into the tight space and began to move them in slow, deep thrusts. “You’re so tight,” he murmured. “I love it. This is going to be so amazing, for both of us.”
“It already is,” Clark replied hoarsely, hissing as Lex’s fingers found and rubbed a dense spot of pleasure within. “Fuck…aah, God…”
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed for this, how many nights I lay away thinking of us like this,” Lex replied, his voice equally hoarse. “Jacking myself off with your name on my lips.”
Clark shuddered as those talented fingers moved in and out of him, driving him ever closer to fulfilment. “How…how many?” he gasped.
“Too damn many to count.” Lex eased his fingers out just long enough to shove his own pants down. He quickly filled his hand with cream once more and coated his length liberally with the frothy moisture.
Clark’s mouth watered at the glorious sight of Lex’s smooth, hard cock, and once again he tried to rise.
“Not right now,” Lex said with a shake of his head. “As much as I want your mouth on me - and believe me, I do want it, badly - I want to be inside you more. Let me make love to you, Clark.”
Lex’s stiff member brushed against the tender skin of his crack, and Clark groaned loudly. Lex held his cock and teased the plump head against the tight entrance, sliding up and down his crack until Clark almost wept with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Lex.”
Lex squeezed Clark’s ass and dropped a kiss on one cheek. “Excellent. Could you turn over onto your back for me?”
Clark did as asked, his limbs trembling from a mix of curiosity, arousal and excitement. When he was on his back, Lex drew him forward so that his hips were at the edge of the table, then slipped his hands behind his knees and pushed his legs forward.
In this position, Clark suddenly realised how completely exposed he was to Lex, and despite the arousal thrumming in his veins, he suddenly felt less confident about what they were on the verge of culminating. Did he look alright? What was going through Lex’s mind as he held him there with his legs hoisted high and spread wide, his gaze focused on that hitherto uncharted entrance?
Clark needn’t have worried. After a short moment, Lex drew in a shuddering breath and spoke in a gruff whisper.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he declared honestly. “I have a condom in my wallet…but I don’t want to use it.”
Clark grinned impishly, his relief palpable. “I have a box in the bathroom, but I don’t want you to use one, either,” he replied. “Besides, I don’t think we need to.”
Lex returned his smile. “Well, now that we have that technicality cleared up…” He stroked Clark’s thigh with one hand and resumed teasing him, guiding his engorged member up and down Clark’s taint. Clark was on the verge of begging to be filled when Lex paused at the puckered hole and pressed forward gently, focusing his gaze squarely on Clark’s face.
Clark stared straight back into those grey depths, and his eyes widened as his body stretched and slowly opened at Lex’s prompting. It felt different from Lex’s fingers and tongue, which had been teasing and coaxing in nature. This was very direct; a blunt, blatant statement of possession as his body yielded to the invasion of another man, and he was shocked to discover that he liked and welcomed that feeling.
Lex sank all the way inside until his balls pressed up against Clark’s ass cheeks. He let out a shuddering groan, and his hands trembled on Clark’s thighs as he held them splayed open before him.
“All this raw, unconquerable power literally in my hands,” he said, breathing raggedly. “I’ve wanted you like this for years, Clark.”
He withdrew slightly and eased back in, causing them both to groan aloud. It was amazing, but not enough; he wanted more.
“Harder,” Clark insisted.
Lex smiled. “I know I can’t physically hurt you, Clark, but this is a new experience for you. I don’t want to turn you off on your first time.”
“I want this,” Clark begged. “I need to feel you driving into me, over and over.”
Lex’s eyelids fluttered closed, no doubt picturing his words, and Clark felt the thick presence inside him twitch with renewed arousal. “Most men don’t take kindly to a hard pounding on the first go round,” Lex said gently.
Ah. So Lex was worried about how Clark would react to being dominated. It endeared Lex to him even more, knowing that he was considering his partner’s needs above his own. Lex had a dominant spirit, as evidenced his first words on being intimately connected with him. Lex had the most powerful man in the world beneath him in the basest way, and Clark knew that if he gave the go-ahead, Lex would blissfully bang him until he passed out…but he was giving Clark the option to set the pace.
Clark smiled. He was new to this, but he already knew his place in this relationship. He was happy to be subjugated; Lex was born to be on top. They were a perfect fit.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name,” Clark breathed. “Make love to me, Lex. Please.”
And with those words, the go-ahead was given. Lex uttered a feral growl, grasped Clark’s legs firmly and slammed into him repeatedly, fucking him with such force that the table creaked, shifted and lifted off the floor with every thrust.
“Yes!” Clark cried. His cock thickened as his arousal spiked, and drops of clear liquid oozed copiously down his cock and onto his belly. He revelled in the carnal desire, the sheer joy of being claimed by Lex Luthor. Humbled in submission, he gave himself over willingly, body and soul. Lex owned him. And he fucking loved it.
Lex released his hold on one leg and grasped Clark’s turgid, straining length. He slicked his hand up and down, dampening his palm with Clark’s moisture, and jacked him off hard, pumping him urgently.
Clark’s already heightened arousal spiralled out of control and snapped. His orgasm swelled and surged and finally exploded, shooting come all over himself and Lex. He cried out loud in a series of sexual noises, suddenly finding himself incapable of saying anything remotely resembling rational speech. And just when he thought couldn’t take anymore, Lex drove deep into him and erupted with a loud roar.
The cock in his ass pulsed over and over as Lex came hard, thrusting erratically. Clark felt the warmth of Lex’s release deep inside, and tears sprang to his eyes at the feeling of completeness, of wholeness, and at the utter rightness of this moment. Words unbidden fell from his lips, and as Lex collapsed over him, breathing hard, Clark stroked those sweaty shoulders and kissed the smooth skin of his scalp, holding him close, murmuring those comforting, life-affirming words over and over.
It felt like an eternity passed before Lex lifted his head and stared at him in wide-eyed wonder.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Clark,” he whispered.
Clark smiled. “I mean it.”
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. I love you, Lex.”
Lex blinked and stared. “Wow.”
“I know this is our first time together, and you probably think this is just the sex talking,” Clark said carefully. “…and I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, but-”
“I love you, too.”
Clark’s heart leapt at Lex’s declaration. He stared at Lex, who smiled at him and reached out to stroke a damp curl off his brow.
“Yes, I love you, Clark,” he affirmed. “I assure you, this is not the whipped cream talking. I’ve loved you for years; since the day we met, in fact.”
Clark smiled. “Really? That long?”
“Really. Obviously I couldn’t do anything about it at the time because you weren’t legal, and when you finally were, we’d fallen out and you were all over Lana’s ass.”
Clark grimaced. “Hey, don’t hate on me for that. At least I didn’t marry her.”
Lex winced. “Touché. The less said about that the better.”
“So what would you have done if I’d rejected your advances yesterday?” Clark asked.
Lex grinned. “If I recall correctly, you came on to me.”
Clark’s cheeks reddened. He’d forgotten about that part. “Oh.”
“And as I’d said, I didn’t come over here specifically with seduction in mind,” Lex replied honestly. “I admit, I’d hoped it was a remote possibility, remote being the operative word. I genuinely just wanted to be here for you as a friend.”
“In that case, I’m glad I kissed you,” Clark replied.
“Me, too.”
“Though I am a little disappointed about something…” Clark began.
Lex raised a curious brow. “Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Well…I didn’t get to make you feel as good as you did me,” he finally said in a rush.
Lex smiled lazily. “Oh, you made me feel good, Clark. Trust me.”
“No, what I mean is…I didn’t get to enjoy you in all the wild and wonderful ways you enjoyed me,” he explained, blushing furiously all the while.
Lex’s eyes lit up in amusement. “Do you want to suck me off, Clark?”
His face felt warm enough to melt steel. “Among other things,” he mumbled.
Lex chuckled and lifted himself off the table, then pulled Clark up after him.
“Tell you what; let’s take a shower together. Hopefully by the time we’re done, we’ll both be recovered enough to enable me grant your wish.”
Clark smiled widely and reached for Lex’s hand, linking their fingers together.
“I’d like that, Lex,” he replied. “Very much.”
***
The End.
Here's the concluding part of Whipped. I hope you enjoy it, and many thanks once again to Carol for her incredibly inspiring manip! Again, please feel free to skip this one if graphic depictions of manly lurve is something you'd rather not peruse.
Title: Whipped
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Clex
Rating: Very NC-17. Seriously. No minors here, please
Warnings: Graphic M/M Sex, Slash
Timeline: Sometime 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
Manip by ctbn60
Read Part 1 here.
Part II
Clark wondered if anything could possibly be more intensely pleasurable than the feel of Lex’s mouth on him, sucking him eagerly. Even the mere memory of the sensations was enough to make his twitch cock with renewed ardour.
But if the course of Lex’s fingers and lips was anything to go by, it looked like he would soon get the answer to his question. He felt Lex’s tongue slide wetly down his back, taking his time to enjoy the cream he had spread there earlier. His fingers preceded his mouth, trailing down to the small of his back and resting just above the cleft of his buttocks.
Once again, Clark tensed in anticipation of Lex’s intrusion. Lying with his face on the table and his backside in the air, unable to witness or influence Lex’s ministrations, he felt more exposed than ever. He swallowed and waited for Lex’s next move.
The whipped cream on his backside warmed from the heat of his skin. It melted and trickled through his crack and down his inside thigh, tickling a little as it began to run down his knee. Clark felt Lex’s strong hands on his calves, and then the soft stroke of his tongue at the back of his knee, licking away the melted cream. A sharp buzz of arousal speared through him, and he uttered a loud groan, almost floored by the intensity of it.
Lex chuckled. “I think I just found one of your erogenous zones.”
He licked the sensitive spot again, and Clark shuddered and clenched his fists on the table. Lex’s tongue travelled higher, as did his hands, arriving at the pliant flesh of his buttocks and squeezing the firm flesh appreciatively. His tongue was not far behind, and Clark moaned as it travelled higher and higher, until it reached the apex of his thighs.
Lex’s hands continued to knead and squeeze his ass without making any obvious moves to progress to the centre. Clark closed his eyes and relaxed, lulled into a semblance of calm by the rhythmic caress of Lex’s hands and the feel of his tongue between his thighs.
“God, Clark. You have the most amazing ass,” Lex said, his voice rough with desire. He squeezed and lifted a cheek in each hand, parting the cleft to reveal the hidden crease within. Before Clark could even think to react, the wet warmth of Lex’s tongue stroked upwards, licking from the base of his balls all the way up to the puckered hole.
Intense desire slammed into Clark with the force of a Mack truck. He’s licking me, he thought wildly. Lex is licking my-
His tongue stroked him again, lingering on the entrance to his body and teasing him there with light, fast flicks of his tongue.
“I told you, Clark,” Lex whispered hotly against his sensitive flesh, “…I’m going to taste you everywhere.”
Clark moaned and shuddered as Lex worked his tongue into the tight rim; teasing, tasting, alternating between long, broad strokes of his tongue and lighter, flicking motions. One of Lex’s hands reached between Clark’s legs and fondled his balls before grasping his cock, and Clark was shocked to find was already fully erect once more. Lex stroked him from root to tip as he licked wetly at his entrance, and Clark’s knees trembled in raw desire at the double sensual assault.
The tip of Lex’s tongue went deeper, burrowing further as the hand on his cock worked harder and faster. “Lex,” Clark groaned, thrusting and writhing insistently. The completely new sensations seared along his nerves, and he lifted his hips and arched back, seeking more of Lex’s questing mouth.
But Lex moved away, leaving him suddenly empty. Clark growled and started to lift himself off the table.
“Stay where you are, Clark,” Lex ordered, stilling him with a hand on his back.
“I want you,” he admitted roughly. “I need you, Lex.”
“And you’ll get me.” Clark heard the now familiar sound of the whipped cream can and craned his neck around to see Lex spraying cream into his hand. He watched avidly as Lex put the can down and used his free hand to spread Clark’s cheeks. The smooth sensation of the cool cream soon followed as Lex spread it along his crack, his moistened fingers paying particular attention to the tiny, puckered crease.
This time there was no trepidation. Clark eased his hips upward, offering Lex everything he had to give. Lex moved his finger around the hole in pressing circles, easing further and further into his entrance with every stroke.
“Oh, yes,” Clark groaned as the digit slid into him and pressed deep. “Yes…more…”
Lex eased a second finger into the tight space and began to move them in slow, deep thrusts. “You’re so tight,” he murmured. “I love it. This is going to be so amazing, for both of us.”
“It already is,” Clark replied hoarsely, hissing as Lex’s fingers found and rubbed a dense spot of pleasure within. “Fuck…aah, God…”
“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed for this, how many nights I lay away thinking of us like this,” Lex replied, his voice equally hoarse. “Jacking myself off with your name on my lips.”
Clark shuddered as those talented fingers moved in and out of him, driving him ever closer to fulfilment. “How…how many?” he gasped.
“Too damn many to count.” Lex eased his fingers out just long enough to shove his own pants down. He quickly filled his hand with cream once more and coated his length liberally with the frothy moisture.
Clark’s mouth watered at the glorious sight of Lex’s smooth, hard cock, and once again he tried to rise.
“Not right now,” Lex said with a shake of his head. “As much as I want your mouth on me - and believe me, I do want it, badly - I want to be inside you more. Let me make love to you, Clark.”
Lex’s stiff member brushed against the tender skin of his crack, and Clark groaned loudly. Lex held his cock and teased the plump head against the tight entrance, sliding up and down his crack until Clark almost wept with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes, Lex.”
Lex squeezed Clark’s ass and dropped a kiss on one cheek. “Excellent. Could you turn over onto your back for me?”
Clark did as asked, his limbs trembling from a mix of curiosity, arousal and excitement. When he was on his back, Lex drew him forward so that his hips were at the edge of the table, then slipped his hands behind his knees and pushed his legs forward.
In this position, Clark suddenly realised how completely exposed he was to Lex, and despite the arousal thrumming in his veins, he suddenly felt less confident about what they were on the verge of culminating. Did he look alright? What was going through Lex’s mind as he held him there with his legs hoisted high and spread wide, his gaze focused on that hitherto uncharted entrance?
Clark needn’t have worried. After a short moment, Lex drew in a shuddering breath and spoke in a gruff whisper.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he declared honestly. “I have a condom in my wallet…but I don’t want to use it.”
Clark grinned impishly, his relief palpable. “I have a box in the bathroom, but I don’t want you to use one, either,” he replied. “Besides, I don’t think we need to.”
Lex returned his smile. “Well, now that we have that technicality cleared up…” He stroked Clark’s thigh with one hand and resumed teasing him, guiding his engorged member up and down Clark’s taint. Clark was on the verge of begging to be filled when Lex paused at the puckered hole and pressed forward gently, focusing his gaze squarely on Clark’s face.
Clark stared straight back into those grey depths, and his eyes widened as his body stretched and slowly opened at Lex’s prompting. It felt different from Lex’s fingers and tongue, which had been teasing and coaxing in nature. This was very direct; a blunt, blatant statement of possession as his body yielded to the invasion of another man, and he was shocked to discover that he liked and welcomed that feeling.
Lex sank all the way inside until his balls pressed up against Clark’s ass cheeks. He let out a shuddering groan, and his hands trembled on Clark’s thighs as he held them splayed open before him.
“All this raw, unconquerable power literally in my hands,” he said, breathing raggedly. “I’ve wanted you like this for years, Clark.”
He withdrew slightly and eased back in, causing them both to groan aloud. It was amazing, but not enough; he wanted more.
“Harder,” Clark insisted.
Lex smiled. “I know I can’t physically hurt you, Clark, but this is a new experience for you. I don’t want to turn you off on your first time.”
“I want this,” Clark begged. “I need to feel you driving into me, over and over.”
Lex’s eyelids fluttered closed, no doubt picturing his words, and Clark felt the thick presence inside him twitch with renewed arousal. “Most men don’t take kindly to a hard pounding on the first go round,” Lex said gently.
Ah. So Lex was worried about how Clark would react to being dominated. It endeared Lex to him even more, knowing that he was considering his partner’s needs above his own. Lex had a dominant spirit, as evidenced his first words on being intimately connected with him. Lex had the most powerful man in the world beneath him in the basest way, and Clark knew that if he gave the go-ahead, Lex would blissfully bang him until he passed out…but he was giving Clark the option to set the pace.
Clark smiled. He was new to this, but he already knew his place in this relationship. He was happy to be subjugated; Lex was born to be on top. They were a perfect fit.
“I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name,” Clark breathed. “Make love to me, Lex. Please.”
And with those words, the go-ahead was given. Lex uttered a feral growl, grasped Clark’s legs firmly and slammed into him repeatedly, fucking him with such force that the table creaked, shifted and lifted off the floor with every thrust.
“Yes!” Clark cried. His cock thickened as his arousal spiked, and drops of clear liquid oozed copiously down his cock and onto his belly. He revelled in the carnal desire, the sheer joy of being claimed by Lex Luthor. Humbled in submission, he gave himself over willingly, body and soul. Lex owned him. And he fucking loved it.
Lex released his hold on one leg and grasped Clark’s turgid, straining length. He slicked his hand up and down, dampening his palm with Clark’s moisture, and jacked him off hard, pumping him urgently.
Clark’s already heightened arousal spiralled out of control and snapped. His orgasm swelled and surged and finally exploded, shooting come all over himself and Lex. He cried out loud in a series of sexual noises, suddenly finding himself incapable of saying anything remotely resembling rational speech. And just when he thought couldn’t take anymore, Lex drove deep into him and erupted with a loud roar.
The cock in his ass pulsed over and over as Lex came hard, thrusting erratically. Clark felt the warmth of Lex’s release deep inside, and tears sprang to his eyes at the feeling of completeness, of wholeness, and at the utter rightness of this moment. Words unbidden fell from his lips, and as Lex collapsed over him, breathing hard, Clark stroked those sweaty shoulders and kissed the smooth skin of his scalp, holding him close, murmuring those comforting, life-affirming words over and over.
It felt like an eternity passed before Lex lifted his head and stared at him in wide-eyed wonder.
“Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Clark,” he whispered.
Clark smiled. “I mean it.”
“Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent. I love you, Lex.”
Lex blinked and stared. “Wow.”
“I know this is our first time together, and you probably think this is just the sex talking,” Clark said carefully. “…and I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me, but-”
“I love you, too.”
Clark’s heart leapt at Lex’s declaration. He stared at Lex, who smiled at him and reached out to stroke a damp curl off his brow.
“Yes, I love you, Clark,” he affirmed. “I assure you, this is not the whipped cream talking. I’ve loved you for years; since the day we met, in fact.”
Clark smiled. “Really? That long?”
“Really. Obviously I couldn’t do anything about it at the time because you weren’t legal, and when you finally were, we’d fallen out and you were all over Lana’s ass.”
Clark grimaced. “Hey, don’t hate on me for that. At least I didn’t marry her.”
Lex winced. “Touché. The less said about that the better.”
“So what would you have done if I’d rejected your advances yesterday?” Clark asked.
Lex grinned. “If I recall correctly, you came on to me.”
Clark’s cheeks reddened. He’d forgotten about that part. “Oh.”
“And as I’d said, I didn’t come over here specifically with seduction in mind,” Lex replied honestly. “I admit, I’d hoped it was a remote possibility, remote being the operative word. I genuinely just wanted to be here for you as a friend.”
“In that case, I’m glad I kissed you,” Clark replied.
“Me, too.”
“Though I am a little disappointed about something…” Clark began.
Lex raised a curious brow. “Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Well…I didn’t get to make you feel as good as you did me,” he finally said in a rush.
Lex smiled lazily. “Oh, you made me feel good, Clark. Trust me.”
“No, what I mean is…I didn’t get to enjoy you in all the wild and wonderful ways you enjoyed me,” he explained, blushing furiously all the while.
Lex’s eyes lit up in amusement. “Do you want to suck me off, Clark?”
His face felt warm enough to melt steel. “Among other things,” he mumbled.
Lex chuckled and lifted himself off the table, then pulled Clark up after him.
“Tell you what; let’s take a shower together. Hopefully by the time we’re done, we’ll both be recovered enough to enable me grant your wish.”
Clark smiled widely and reached for Lex’s hand, linking their fingers together.
“I’d like that, Lex,” he replied. “Very much.”
***
The End.