roxy. SV fic post: A Young Kryptonian Part 16

Title: A Young Kryptonian's Travels Or, Our Hero Faces Adversity
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Kal-El/Lex
Rating: nc-17
Summary: Our only point here is to have fun! No message, no moral--enjoy!

The Previous Parts are here, draining mug after mug of coffee, wishing their Mother wasn't so hung up on legalities and stimulants …

Lex pressed Kal down on the bed, coaxed him to his knees. He drank in Kal's tiny intake of breath, ran a hand down the tight muscles of his back and felt the boy's shudder in his own body. He grabbed a small bottle of unscented lube from the night table drawer, and slicked himself quickly. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so feverishly hard. He slid an outrageously expensive custom made micro thin lavender tinted condom down over his dick. Lex believed sincerely in the adage "be good to yourself."

The touch of his own hand made him groan--his dick bobbed and slapped his palm. Kal was trembling, silent, but Lex heard the catch in Kal's breath each time he inhaled. He looked down on his Adonis—so beautiful, auburn down feathering the curve of his cheeks, framing the dark pink ring beckoning to him, begging to be violated…Lex pushed against him, rubbed the head of his dick across it until it gave and Kal let out a long low moan that made Lex's blood boil.

"Oh, yessssss--" he hissed, and was in balls deep almost before he was aware of it—the lube seemed especially slick and warm—Kal was like an oven inside, and gripped him like a glove. Kal was telling him how good he felt, how wonderful he… smelled? Lex smiled. He rather liked that—he spent a lot of money to smell this good, nice that someone appreciated it…Kal hissed and reared back, and just like that all coherent thought was gone, sunk under a wave of heat, sound, smell--Kal had him teetering on edge in seconds. His control was blown and it was a sensation he hadn’t felt since he was that confused teen—when nearly all it took was the promise of sex and a puff of hot air wafting over his dick to make him explode and now, Kal was making it happen again—Lex squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to block out the sight of Kal impaled on his dick, twisting and groaning and drenched in sweat and leaking all over the bed in a way that was amazingly erotic…possibly because it was Kal.

Definitely because it was Kal.

Lex drew his hands over the firm swell of the golden hued cheeks, feeling the downy soft hair bend and curl under his fingers, felt Kal clench around him, and then with a shuddering sigh, Kal moved in a way that made Lex feel like he was being held even tighter, Lex had to touch their connection, it was hotter, wetter—his hips took the initiative when his brain was slow to respond, and thrust once or twice until all of Lex realized he could and should move. For a few wild minutes, he hammered in and out of Kal, came with a loud cry and fell to the side, struggling to still his heaving chest.

Loud panting filled the silent room. *His* loud panting. Just his, in the otherwise very silent room. Lex cracked an eye open. It was awfully quiet. He'd never known silence to be so oppressively loud. Lex risked a look at his thunderously silent partner.

Kal was staring at him wordlessly and Lex had the sinking feeling it was *not* in exhausted appreciation. Lex was hugely aware that what had occurred might not have been his best performance. He knew that the curtain had come down rather…suddenly. "Kal…?"

Kal blinked, a long, deliberate blink and said slowly, in an amazed voice, "My Lex, that was…*awful.*"

Lex blinked himself; his mouth opened also…a sound that meant to be protest squeaked out. Certainly it had been speedy…but *awful*?

"Rao's all Seeing Eye—that was *horrible!!*" Kal was sitting completely upright now, and Lex felt like an idiot—naked, condom still gaily decorating him and—and Kal's look of awe-struck horror was making it's way through his brain and lodging with huge sharp rending claws in his chest. "Is it like that all the time for you, my poor Lex? Because if so—"

Lex jumped off the bed, and stalked to the bathroom, as quickly as he could without appearing to be running. He threw the door shut behind him and disposed of the condom and struggled manfully not to destroy the bathroom because Kal would know how hurt he was and besides, he was too old for temper tantrums and no way was he ever, ever going to be able to explain to Pamela *why* he needed to rebuild his bathroom…

"Lex, please. I didn’t mean that in quite the way it sounded…please let me in?"

"No! Go away."

"Lex, please, I'm sorry, so sorry…I am an ignorant and unkind being and I'm begging you, on my knees, please come out…"

He cracked the door and looked out, and Kal was literally on his knees, and he looked not the slightest bit like he was teasing. His face was red, and his eyes were bright and wet. "I've been told—I mean—I'm an idiot. I was just…please, *please* come back to bed?"

Lex hesitated, and then with a feeling like someone was prodding him gently between the eyes, he walked slowly forward. "Well," he said, "I guess. I suppose. For a minute," because he fully intended to throw this rude and horrible, terribly, unfairly good-looking naked idiot out on his ear….

Kal shuffled forward on his knees and took Lex's hand and pressed a lingering soft kiss again in the center and Lex sighed. God, he was easy.

"It was my fault, Lex, I had unfair expectations…" He sucked the tips of Lex's fingers in his mouth when, with an angry snort, Lex tried to pull away again. If Kal meant to distract Lex that way, Lex had to admit, it worked…really…really…really well....

"If you'll allow me." Kal led Lex back to the barely rumpled bed. "I want to show you something, if I may. Please, lie down here." Lex did what Kal asked, feeling a little chilled. He tried to rub his arms, but Kal pushed them out to his sides. He leaned over Lex and sniffed. He ran his nose up the side of Lex's neck, snuffling hard, and Lex tried not to giggle. He pushed his nose into Lex's ear, and huffed, and Lex laughed out loud, tried to push him away. Kal soothed him, nudging and tugging him until he was spread-eagled against the linen again and--warm. Kal went back to his ear, and this time, he used his tongue and this time Lex didn’t giggle or try to roll away…he moaned quietly as Kal delicately traced the shell of his ear, gently mouthed the rim, the lobe…Kal's mouth moved back down his neck, and the trail of warmth filled him, spread slowly across his skin, spreading gooseflesh, pebbling his nipples. He murmured over and over as he went, telling Lex how beautiful, how much he loved touching him…

With a sigh, Lex gave in completely. With every touch, Kal was marking him invisibly, sinking into him, his lips were impossibly soft, and so warm, and Lex was wondering how he could keep this feeling for the rest of his life.

Kal laid his head on Lex's chest and breathed in. "You smell wonderful."

"Mmm. You said," Lex breathed, and moaned a little as Kal played with his nipples.

"I know, but…it's true. you are like nothing else in the world. I could lie here drinking in your scent all day…but I need to taste you, too." Kal kissed him from shoulder to shoulder, and his tongue drew loops and swirls along the curve of his collarbones, traced circles around and round his nipples until Lex was shuddering, and harder than he could have believed possible—Kal hadn’t touched him anywhere that he expected, but he was straining, dripping, moaning.

"Ah, Lex, I can’t stop tasting you." Kal threw a leg over his, and his body hair made Lex shiver. It was like being touched by dozens of tiny, tiny hands. Kal's dick moved against him, hot and silky and huge—he could feel little moist trails bloom warm and then cool on his naked belly.

"You see? Isn't this nice?" he was whispering, "you must get to know me, like I am getting to know you. I'm learning how smooth, how wonderfully smooth and delicious you are, how the very sight of you makes me weep—" he drew the slick, silky tip of his dick across Lex's skin, and Lex groaned.

"I have to taste you. I feel you, I have to." Lex slid down, and Kal let him.

"Oh yes, Lex, slow, slow. Feel it, taste, see how you make me move? Ah—how hard you make my penis?"

Lex tried to take over, tried to swallow Kal, but he wouldn't let him, he coaxed Lex back up until they were face to face again. "Kissing is a good thing to do, too, Lex. We have time for everything."

"Umm. I don't like to kiss; I'm not into romantic—umhp." Lex's protest was drowned in a kiss that started slowly, and built and built until Lex was squirming on the bed, thrusting up against Kal until Kal held him still, and looked down at him with not quite a smirk.

"Everyone likes to kiss, Lex Luthor. You just didn’t know that you did."

Lex nodded, panting again and thought of everyone Kal met between coming of age and now. He let go of jealousy—he had to, he simply couldn’t devote every waking moment until the end of his life to hunting down and killing Kal's ex's….

Kal licked Lex's neck again, and pulled back, he stretched, a long pull of muscle and skin and arching dick and Lex just…fell. Kal rolled to his belly like a panther and arched. "Feel inside," he said and Lex reached for the night table drawer. "No, just use your fingers," Kal purred, and Lex touched him, slid fingers into his still wet hole. "Feel that?" Kal gasped, and Lex shook his head. No, it was nice, slick, slicker than he expected, and soft, and hot but…he pressed his fingers in deeper, and there *was* something…a node, a…a ring, and when he touched it, pushed against it, it clasped his finger and…twitched.

"Ah, that's it, there," Kal cried out, his shoulders dropped and he begged, "Lex please, please, fuck me Lex." Lex contemplated his dripping hand, clear fluid rolled down his fingers, dripped from his palm…his head was clear for a moment, clear enough to think how odd Kal's internal arrangements must be, because while he might not have worked his way through Metropolis and it's outlying suburbs like some, he had enough experience to know that this…this pulsating ring was not normal—usual--and yes, self lubing might be a mutant ability—but he was willing to bet it was more than that. And he'd find out about that later…right now there was an unbelievably gorgeous man under him screaming to be fucked. And this time—he was doing it slooooowly.

*****
Kal groaned, his own voice echoed in his head, and his mouth was full of the taste of cotton, and some sort of wash used on the linens and his own skin, salt and cinnamon, Lex…he felt his head swimming, and the jolt of pleasure that shook him when Lex slid in so lowly began to grow, clever Lex hit his pleasure spot stroke after stroke and did it so slowly that he was ripping screams from him--Kal gave up any control and began to curse in kryptonian, his fingers flew out looking for anchor—he tore long strips in Lex's hideously expensive sheets, the fuzzy cotton fibers flew high and floated down again like a fabric snowstorm.

Lex yelled, and stopped, and for one awful second Kal thought he was about to be very upset over the loss of his sheets but no—Lex was shuddering, groaning, his fingers curved like hooks, and they dug into Kal's hips. Kal groaned at the delicious sensation and his fingers went through the mattress with an audible 'pop'…"Oh my god, how fucking strong *are* you?" Lex groaned.

Kal moaned, "Pretty phracking strong, don’t stop, holy gods, prhack me--I mean--fuck—oh, gaaaaawwds…"

Lex gasped and shoved in so hard Kal flew forward—"I'm guessing prhack means this," and he began to stroke, long, deep, and hard, into Kal.

"Yes, Rao's Daughters, you have a knack for language—oh! Oh!" He felt a surge rush under his skin, from his ass outwards, rushing to his belly and his chest and his neck, his face, heat filled his fingers, his toes, tingled outwards over every square inch of his skin—his whole *body* had an orgasm and for once he wasn't the least bit embarrassed over leaking like a broken jug...he wasn't even aware--what little mind power he had left was concentrating on the liquid fire rushing out of his penis and over what was left of the sheets, his hands, and on the spill of heat filling him as Lex twisted harder against the ring inside him--such a fast learner.…

*Lex, Lex, Lex, My Lex…*

*Oh, fuck yeah, mine, you're mine—Kal…Kal? What the hell…*

*Oh dear—oh dear--*

To be continued…

part 17

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Oh dear-- oh dear??

LOL!

What on earth happened at the end there?

*grins*

So cute... can't wait for the next update.

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