100 words for
zilxy. The prompts:
The feel of tight pants
The sight of skin
The sound of cloth ripping
The taste of ... *cough*blowjob*coughcough*
Mood: cocky
The sound of ripping cloth echoed through the empty bathroom. Elegant hands slid up tightly encased thighs, unbuttoning well worn jeans that fitted like a second skin.
The sight of Clark's tanned skin and trail of dark curls weakened Lex's knees and he sank to the floor.
Freeing the hard flesh, he snaked out his tongue for a taste.
Clark caressed his head as he moved closer and swallowed him down, sucking consistently until he tasted Clark's release. The softening cock slipped from his lips and Clark pulled Lex into a lingering kiss, sharing the taste until nothing was left.