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SV fic post: All Yours (part3)
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Title: All Yours
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 3 of maybe 4….
I was surprised to be writing SV, and very happy about it.
Thanks a million times tojakar, for helping me make this porn even better! The last bit I rushed through so boo-boos are totally mine.
When last we saw Clark and Lex:
Clark's hands landed on his body, and Lex turned his mouth up to his, and melted into the kiss but it was already too late—Lex was thinking, and sooner or later, his body would catch up with his mind.
Clark whirled again, Lex in his arms, and dropped back onto the bed, taking Lex with him. It startled a laugh out of Lex, and Clark chuckled. "You look good laughing." He touched his fingers to Lex's mouth. "You don’t do it very often, do you?"
Lex pushed Clark's fingers away. "The laughs are few and far between when you're a Luthor."
Clark's eyes darkened. "Then let me do something about that." He kissed Lex, deep. Slow. Wet, and working up to rough. He led Lex, and Lex let him take control. Clark was the professional, after all. Slowly, surely, Clark made everything around them disappear. The feel of his skin…smoother even than Lex's own…the heat he gave off, the scent…God, Lex wanted to wrap himself up in everything that Clark was, and never let it go.
He considered: how much would the guy charge to stay here, with him, forever?
Could one…put a whore on retainer?
There seemed to be an absence of movement. Lex opened his eyes a slit, and Clark was nose to nose with him. It was…startling. "Wow," Clark said. "You really think loud."
Lex nodded. "I've been told that."
Clark nodded in return and, in the same tone of voice, asked, "Do you like being rimmed?"
Lex blinked, shuddered. "For your own safety, that had better not be a rhetorical question."
Clark snorted and gently turned Lex onto his stomach. "Hunh. It's odd. The scar on your lip is the only scar you have. Most people have scars scattered all over…little ones, big ones…but not you," he murmured. "I like scars, they interest me." He trailed fingers up and down Lex's sensitive back. "Almost as much as the ones that don’t show. I bet you have a lot of those, don’t you…ah." Clark inhaled sharply. "Here's one."
Lex felt Clark's fingertip press into the small of his back, and he was embarrassed when a tiny sound of anticipation escaped his tight lips. Clark didn’t seem to hear it; Lex could feel Clark's warm breath skate over his skin as he kept on speaking quietly. "No," he heard him say, "that's not a scar—oh! Freckles."
Lex felt the tip of Clark's tongue rest against his skin, circle something, move in loops across his back, and lower, and lower, until it rested, hot and wet, where his cleft began. A kiss, followed by a stream of cool air, made him shudder—he was sensitive there anyway and this, this was torture. "I love freckles. You have pretty ones," Clark sucked a tiny sharp kiss where his tongue had been—"all"--and the kiss went harder, sharper, and Lex imagined blood blooming under his skin, red shading to purple—hoped it looked like that—"over"--another sharp nip—"your"—the nip became a real bite and Lex moaned and spread his legs—"back." Clark spread him wider, let his tongue weave downwards, making Celtic knots, making mazes, making Lex shiver and moan and arch, trying to drive Clark's tongue to where he needed it….
The kiss was expected, and still Lex yelled. It was hotter than he'd imagined it would be, and he tried to open wider, pulled his legs as far apart as he could, and Clark was a solid weight between them, big hands a steady pressure holding him open, slick tongue working inside of him—thrusting in and out, and making him want to cry—it was that good, that amazing. Lex's dick jerked, again and again, and he ground himself against the comforter, desperate for relief. Desperate.
"Lex." It was a new experience, this wanting to come at the sound of his own name. "Lex…." Clark's fingers slid inside of him--fingers, tongue, fire—fuck. Fuck. The stretch felt good, it felt good to have big fingers pressing inside him, opening him. Biting, sucking, licking kiss driving him *crazy*...he could hardly breathe for wanting to scream….
"Mmm. I like that. I love this part. Making people melt, making them moan…making them weak." Clark's teeth grazed the shell of his ear. "Controlling them. I love it when I make them scream my name, like you're going to."
Lex choked and moaned, and Clark used his fingers to bring him to his knees, open, moaning, his dick bobbing, dripping. Sweat ran down his face, ran into his eyes, down his arms. "Oh, God—do your clients have to pay you to shut the fuck up when you're screwing?"
"You have a wonderful sense of humor, Lex." Clark pushed his fingers in and was quiet for a moment. When he moved again, Lex arched off the bed, a shower of electric sparks streaming through him, and Clark kept talking, talking, telling Lex what he was going to do, how much he'd love this and then he felt cool, thick, slick run down his back, run into his hole, pushed in by long, thick fingers….
He loved that feeling: being opened wide, being made to open. Loved it so much that he hardly ever indulged in it, and now. Now it was as natural and needful as breathing…damn Clark.
"Shhh, relax, relax, I've got you," and Lex shook like a leaf in the wind. Oh, God, life was funny—for twenty-four years 'I've got you' had meant, 'I'm going to *get* you, going to make you hurt' and now, suddenly, it meant 'safe' and 'home'—and he was hearing it from a whore? *Believing* it? Lex sobbed out a laugh. This was surely the first time in his life he'd ever made a purchase that was worth it….
"Lex, let go, let go, it's okay…" and he felt the solid push inside, thick and rough, and it burned like a fire deep inside, but only for a little, just a little bit….
"You're so hot inside, so tight it's like you're holding me, I can feel how much you want it." Clark moved carefully--deep, thorough strokes. Lex felt like he was being slowly tortured into ecstasy, the need to come building with each thick slide over that spot Clark found unerringly, over and over, just pounding bliss into his bones. He was rock-hard, straining to find release; not even Clark impaling him had made him flag and now, he had to---God, he had to.
"Please, please, please, please…." Lex felt a flash of fear, of losing more than control. He stiffened, and Clark picked up on it instantly.
"I told you, I've got you, I'm going to make you happy, I'm going to make you come so, so hard…" and Clark wrapped an arm around his hips, grabbed his dick and started to jack him, quick, rough, slow, sweet—it was driving him insane. Lex was going to have to come in self-defense. His balls tightened and his ass tightened and Clark finally moaned, a tiny crack in all that self-assured control which made Lex jerk, and spurt pre-come into the huge damp spot under him....
Clark's lips pressed right between his shoulder blades, and Lex had never noticed that Clark was flattened against his back, his whole long self curled around Lex like…like a shell, like armor. Lex liked it. It felt almost as intimate as Clark's dick buried in his ass. "Oh, God. Oh, shit." He jerked his head back and, with a gasp, came, silently, violently, so hard he had a flash understanding of what it meant to be one with the universe.
Clark kept moving slowly through Lex's orgasm, telling him how good, and how pretty, how hot Lex looked, coming for him and then, not even changing rhythm, not really moving at all, came himself. A harsh growl, a tensing of muscle, and a throb deep inside him was all Lex knew of Clark's orgasm.
******
It took a while before Lex's body caught on to the fact that he wasn't dead, that he was just experiencing a bone deep relaxation, that every muscle was pleasantly loose, and that he was feeling incredibly...good.
Clark was sitting up, leaning back on one arm, the other curled over his lap. He was smiling in a way that made Lex feel that much more content.
"So sweet." Clark said, "You know, you fell asleep for a few minutes. Here." He moved closer and Lex saw Clark held a washcloth folded in his hand. Clark said, "I cleaned up while you slept…you whistle a little as you snore. It's cute."
Lex took it gratefully; he was a little…messy. The cloth was damp, almost hot. Perfect. "I did not snore and certainly didn't whistle, and I don't fall asleep around strangers."
Clark tilted his head. "Oh? Need I remind you; I found you passed out in your car?"
"You see? Passed out, not sleeping." He ignored Clark's snort of outrage and shrugged. Lex stretched, enjoyed the ache and tingle deep inside him like a secret prize. Even the brief spike of annoyance that Clark was so talented at producing in him, couldn't keep Lex from smiling.
"Lex. Lex, Lex. I can't believe you made it this far in life without a keeper." Clark chuckled.
Lex enjoyed the sound and was about to say so, when Clark shifted. Lex watched his gentle smile bleed away and become something a little harder. Clark licked his lips and said, "So, was it worth six thousand dollars, or not? Wait, maybe you shouldn’t answer yet—you do have the rest of the night ahead of you."
There was a self-satisfied smirk bowing those soft, rose lips now. Lex missed that other smile… wait--what? Did he say-- "Six thousand dollars? Six thousand dollars! But—but--you were working the street!"
"I'm sorry. I was screwing with you. There's just something about you that brings out the worst in me." Clark didn't look the slightest bit repentant, and Lex had to admit that as much as he wanted to wipe the smirk off Clark's lips, he also needed to suck that bottom one again—damn it. Clark watched him with bright green eyes, and Lex had the feeling the obnoxious boy knew exactly what he was thinking. "Besides," Clark continued, "I have the feeling I'm not the only one you do that to. No, I was heading to my car…coming back from a date. The street…" He chuckled. "I haven't been on the street since a month after I…left home."
"But…"
"My, ah, benefactor made it possible. He takes very good care of me. He taught me a lot…a lot." Clark looked around Lex's apartment, with the barest curl to his lip. It was a curl that years of living with Lionel had made very familiar to Lex. "He taught me about taste…"
"I'm imaging that most of your work consists of angry sex?"
Clark snickered. "Lex. You really are funny. I don’t think I've laughed this much in…a very long time." He cast a shy glance at Lex. "I like it."
Lex rolled up to kneel on the bed, and prodded Clark with a finger. "I have to confess, I'm enjoying it as well. I must admit, this hasn't gone at all as I thought it would. You're really…unusual."
Clark grinned. "You have no idea. Why don’t you order us some food, Lex? I'm hungry. And I need fuel for more…later. Whatever you choose."
"Order food? Who can afford it? I've got to pay for this outrageously expensive whore I picked up this evening."
Clark smiled and stretched lazily, putting himself on display and confident in how good he looked doing it. The move was a sensual ripple of muscle that made Lex's head swim for a second. Clark pushed back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head. "Your choice," he repeated. Lex marveled that such a very dirty promise could lurk in so sweet and bright a smile.
Lex decided the feeling he was experiencing was somewhat like tripping and falling down a dark and twisty flight of stairs, and who knew what was waiting for him at the bottom. "Jesus…just tell me what you want."
part4
TBC!
danceswithgary!!Title: All Yours
Fandom: SV! YAY!!
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lex picks up a hooker…what else is there to say? :)
Part 3 of maybe 4….
I was surprised to be writing SV, and very happy about it.
Thanks a million times to
jakar, for helping me make this porn even better! The last bit I rushed through so boo-boos are totally mine.When last we saw Clark and Lex:
Clark's hands landed on his body, and Lex turned his mouth up to his, and melted into the kiss but it was already too late—Lex was thinking, and sooner or later, his body would catch up with his mind.
Clark whirled again, Lex in his arms, and dropped back onto the bed, taking Lex with him. It startled a laugh out of Lex, and Clark chuckled. "You look good laughing." He touched his fingers to Lex's mouth. "You don’t do it very often, do you?"
Lex pushed Clark's fingers away. "The laughs are few and far between when you're a Luthor."
Clark's eyes darkened. "Then let me do something about that." He kissed Lex, deep. Slow. Wet, and working up to rough. He led Lex, and Lex let him take control. Clark was the professional, after all. Slowly, surely, Clark made everything around them disappear. The feel of his skin…smoother even than Lex's own…the heat he gave off, the scent…God, Lex wanted to wrap himself up in everything that Clark was, and never let it go.
He considered: how much would the guy charge to stay here, with him, forever?
Could one…put a whore on retainer?
There seemed to be an absence of movement. Lex opened his eyes a slit, and Clark was nose to nose with him. It was…startling. "Wow," Clark said. "You really think loud."
Lex nodded. "I've been told that."
Clark nodded in return and, in the same tone of voice, asked, "Do you like being rimmed?"
Lex blinked, shuddered. "For your own safety, that had better not be a rhetorical question."
Clark snorted and gently turned Lex onto his stomach. "Hunh. It's odd. The scar on your lip is the only scar you have. Most people have scars scattered all over…little ones, big ones…but not you," he murmured. "I like scars, they interest me." He trailed fingers up and down Lex's sensitive back. "Almost as much as the ones that don’t show. I bet you have a lot of those, don’t you…ah." Clark inhaled sharply. "Here's one."
Lex felt Clark's fingertip press into the small of his back, and he was embarrassed when a tiny sound of anticipation escaped his tight lips. Clark didn’t seem to hear it; Lex could feel Clark's warm breath skate over his skin as he kept on speaking quietly. "No," he heard him say, "that's not a scar—oh! Freckles."
Lex felt the tip of Clark's tongue rest against his skin, circle something, move in loops across his back, and lower, and lower, until it rested, hot and wet, where his cleft began. A kiss, followed by a stream of cool air, made him shudder—he was sensitive there anyway and this, this was torture. "I love freckles. You have pretty ones," Clark sucked a tiny sharp kiss where his tongue had been—"all"--and the kiss went harder, sharper, and Lex imagined blood blooming under his skin, red shading to purple—hoped it looked like that—"over"--another sharp nip—"your"—the nip became a real bite and Lex moaned and spread his legs—"back." Clark spread him wider, let his tongue weave downwards, making Celtic knots, making mazes, making Lex shiver and moan and arch, trying to drive Clark's tongue to where he needed it….
The kiss was expected, and still Lex yelled. It was hotter than he'd imagined it would be, and he tried to open wider, pulled his legs as far apart as he could, and Clark was a solid weight between them, big hands a steady pressure holding him open, slick tongue working inside of him—thrusting in and out, and making him want to cry—it was that good, that amazing. Lex's dick jerked, again and again, and he ground himself against the comforter, desperate for relief. Desperate.
"Lex." It was a new experience, this wanting to come at the sound of his own name. "Lex…." Clark's fingers slid inside of him--fingers, tongue, fire—fuck. Fuck. The stretch felt good, it felt good to have big fingers pressing inside him, opening him. Biting, sucking, licking kiss driving him *crazy*...he could hardly breathe for wanting to scream….
"Mmm. I like that. I love this part. Making people melt, making them moan…making them weak." Clark's teeth grazed the shell of his ear. "Controlling them. I love it when I make them scream my name, like you're going to."
Lex choked and moaned, and Clark used his fingers to bring him to his knees, open, moaning, his dick bobbing, dripping. Sweat ran down his face, ran into his eyes, down his arms. "Oh, God—do your clients have to pay you to shut the fuck up when you're screwing?"
"You have a wonderful sense of humor, Lex." Clark pushed his fingers in and was quiet for a moment. When he moved again, Lex arched off the bed, a shower of electric sparks streaming through him, and Clark kept talking, talking, telling Lex what he was going to do, how much he'd love this and then he felt cool, thick, slick run down his back, run into his hole, pushed in by long, thick fingers….
He loved that feeling: being opened wide, being made to open. Loved it so much that he hardly ever indulged in it, and now. Now it was as natural and needful as breathing…damn Clark.
"Shhh, relax, relax, I've got you," and Lex shook like a leaf in the wind. Oh, God, life was funny—for twenty-four years 'I've got you' had meant, 'I'm going to *get* you, going to make you hurt' and now, suddenly, it meant 'safe' and 'home'—and he was hearing it from a whore? *Believing* it? Lex sobbed out a laugh. This was surely the first time in his life he'd ever made a purchase that was worth it….
"Lex, let go, let go, it's okay…" and he felt the solid push inside, thick and rough, and it burned like a fire deep inside, but only for a little, just a little bit….
"You're so hot inside, so tight it's like you're holding me, I can feel how much you want it." Clark moved carefully--deep, thorough strokes. Lex felt like he was being slowly tortured into ecstasy, the need to come building with each thick slide over that spot Clark found unerringly, over and over, just pounding bliss into his bones. He was rock-hard, straining to find release; not even Clark impaling him had made him flag and now, he had to---God, he had to.
"Please, please, please, please…." Lex felt a flash of fear, of losing more than control. He stiffened, and Clark picked up on it instantly.
"I told you, I've got you, I'm going to make you happy, I'm going to make you come so, so hard…" and Clark wrapped an arm around his hips, grabbed his dick and started to jack him, quick, rough, slow, sweet—it was driving him insane. Lex was going to have to come in self-defense. His balls tightened and his ass tightened and Clark finally moaned, a tiny crack in all that self-assured control which made Lex jerk, and spurt pre-come into the huge damp spot under him....
Clark's lips pressed right between his shoulder blades, and Lex had never noticed that Clark was flattened against his back, his whole long self curled around Lex like…like a shell, like armor. Lex liked it. It felt almost as intimate as Clark's dick buried in his ass. "Oh, God. Oh, shit." He jerked his head back and, with a gasp, came, silently, violently, so hard he had a flash understanding of what it meant to be one with the universe.
Clark kept moving slowly through Lex's orgasm, telling him how good, and how pretty, how hot Lex looked, coming for him and then, not even changing rhythm, not really moving at all, came himself. A harsh growl, a tensing of muscle, and a throb deep inside him was all Lex knew of Clark's orgasm.
It took a while before Lex's body caught on to the fact that he wasn't dead, that he was just experiencing a bone deep relaxation, that every muscle was pleasantly loose, and that he was feeling incredibly...good.
Clark was sitting up, leaning back on one arm, the other curled over his lap. He was smiling in a way that made Lex feel that much more content.
"So sweet." Clark said, "You know, you fell asleep for a few minutes. Here." He moved closer and Lex saw Clark held a washcloth folded in his hand. Clark said, "I cleaned up while you slept…you whistle a little as you snore. It's cute."
Lex took it gratefully; he was a little…messy. The cloth was damp, almost hot. Perfect. "I did not snore and certainly didn't whistle, and I don't fall asleep around strangers."
Clark tilted his head. "Oh? Need I remind you; I found you passed out in your car?"
"You see? Passed out, not sleeping." He ignored Clark's snort of outrage and shrugged. Lex stretched, enjoyed the ache and tingle deep inside him like a secret prize. Even the brief spike of annoyance that Clark was so talented at producing in him, couldn't keep Lex from smiling.
"Lex. Lex, Lex. I can't believe you made it this far in life without a keeper." Clark chuckled.
Lex enjoyed the sound and was about to say so, when Clark shifted. Lex watched his gentle smile bleed away and become something a little harder. Clark licked his lips and said, "So, was it worth six thousand dollars, or not? Wait, maybe you shouldn’t answer yet—you do have the rest of the night ahead of you."
There was a self-satisfied smirk bowing those soft, rose lips now. Lex missed that other smile… wait--what? Did he say-- "Six thousand dollars? Six thousand dollars! But—but--you were working the street!"
"I'm sorry. I was screwing with you. There's just something about you that brings out the worst in me." Clark didn't look the slightest bit repentant, and Lex had to admit that as much as he wanted to wipe the smirk off Clark's lips, he also needed to suck that bottom one again—damn it. Clark watched him with bright green eyes, and Lex had the feeling the obnoxious boy knew exactly what he was thinking. "Besides," Clark continued, "I have the feeling I'm not the only one you do that to. No, I was heading to my car…coming back from a date. The street…" He chuckled. "I haven't been on the street since a month after I…left home."
"But…"
"My, ah, benefactor made it possible. He takes very good care of me. He taught me a lot…a lot." Clark looked around Lex's apartment, with the barest curl to his lip. It was a curl that years of living with Lionel had made very familiar to Lex. "He taught me about taste…"
"I'm imaging that most of your work consists of angry sex?"
Clark snickered. "Lex. You really are funny. I don’t think I've laughed this much in…a very long time." He cast a shy glance at Lex. "I like it."
Lex rolled up to kneel on the bed, and prodded Clark with a finger. "I have to confess, I'm enjoying it as well. I must admit, this hasn't gone at all as I thought it would. You're really…unusual."
Clark grinned. "You have no idea. Why don’t you order us some food, Lex? I'm hungry. And I need fuel for more…later. Whatever you choose."
"Order food? Who can afford it? I've got to pay for this outrageously expensive whore I picked up this evening."
Clark smiled and stretched lazily, putting himself on display and confident in how good he looked doing it. The move was a sensual ripple of muscle that made Lex's head swim for a second. Clark pushed back against the pillows, arms folded behind his head. "Your choice," he repeated. Lex marveled that such a very dirty promise could lurk in so sweet and bright a smile.
Lex decided the feeling he was experiencing was somewhat like tripping and falling down a dark and twisty flight of stairs, and who knew what was waiting for him at the bottom. "Jesus…just tell me what you want."
part4
TBC!
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