Exiled: The Horror--The Horror!
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roxyFor god's sake be kind to me, you evol troupe of salacious sisters of sickness! you've cajoled and bullied me into trying my hand at this, and still the boys wouldn't do what I wanted. (I blame Clark--he's a bad influence.)
So, please,be gentle, it's my first time...let me know if it worked.
And again--the previous parts are here, limbs splayed, smirking at each other and smoking cigarettes.
He dropped to his knees and pulled Bruce’s thighs farther apart, and pressed back on them, until his legs were lifted and spread, and he heard his breath catch. Clark tightened his grip on Bruce’s legs when he felt a shiver run through them—pushed his thighs up higher and touched the tip of his tongue to the puckered ring of muscle exposed to him. Bruce jerked, and made a small sound, and Clark touched him again, and again, circling his tongue around and around until Bruce began panting louder, and began to push towards him, grunting and groaning as Clark probed against the muscle with his tongue, fucking slowly into him, exploring, getting to know him…when he felt Bruce trying to still himself, Clark chuckled and pulled back and Bruce let out a low cry, mourning the loss of the sensation.
“Don’t worry,” Clark whispered, and pushed a finger in where his tongue had been. Bruce rose as high as he could, a choked off yell hanging in the air as he dropped back down to the bed. Clark began to move the finger in and out--he lowered his head again, and licked at him, licked at the finger going in, licked at the stretched muscle, made it wet and hot and added another finger, and Bruce began to curse, a low steady sound in rhythm with Clark’s hand, Clark crooked his fingers and Bruce yelled out, and sobbed, he was stiff and trembling, his hands were grasping at the sheets. One hand shot up to grip his leaking dick and Clark wrapped a hand around Bruce’s and stopped him.
“No.”
Bruce sobbed again, in frustration, and Clark heard a soft “Oh. Fuck.” from behind him. His head whirled; the breath he sucked in dried his mouth and burned his throat-- his dick leapt back to fullness—
He pulled away from Bruce, ignoring his broken pleas. Clark leaned back against Bruce’s legs, and spread his knees wide, displaying himself as he stroked slowly. He was feeling wild and dangerous, and anything he wanted to do was right, he was going to do everything, everything and he didn’t care anymore, not the least damn bit. His head was spinning and he cupped his balls, jerked his dick and stared into Lex’s shocked gray eyes.
******
Lex knew he’d ever be able this forget this moment—wasn’t even sure he’d survive it—opening the door to Bruce’s room was like falling down the rabbit hole into every fantasy he’d ever had, and Clark was more beautiful, more arousing than he’d ever imagined. His full lips red and shining and –and his eyes, his eyes… Lex couldn’t stop himself, he moved closer, he could smell them, sweat and soap and sex—Bruce lifted his head and made a terrible sound when he saw Lex. It was need and sorrow and love and it filled Lex’s bones, flooded his gut with heat, “Bruce, oh my god—Bruce…” he looked down into Clark’s wide eyes, and asked him, “Please.”
*****
Clark stood and began to unbutton Lex’s shirt, silently. He pulled the tails out of the waistband of his trousers and gently tugged him over to the bed, pushed lightly until he sat on the bed next to Bruce, who sat up and reached out to Lex, gathered him in and kissed him. It was as nice as Lex remembered, in the days when he’d still allowed himself to touch Bruce. Kissing and rubbing-all it ever was, but he used to think it was enough for Bruce. Bruce pulled back, looked at him and Lex knew again how stupid he’d been, closed his eyes when the weight of Bruce’s eyes were too much to bear. Bruce leaned in again, breathing in his mouth as he cradled his head, and Clark slid down to the floor to undo Lex’s pants. He removed his shoes and socks slowly, as if he were performing a ritual—he kissed the tops of Lex’s feet, and Bruce breathed into his shoulder as he watched Clark with Lex. Clark set the shoes and socks carefully aside, unzipped and began to ease the pants down over Lex’s trembling legs.
Clark looked so calm, so focused on what he was doing, only his dick, jerking each time he put his hand on Lex’s bare flesh, drooling precome with every breath that Bruce gasped into Lex’s ear, gave any indication of what Clark was feeling. When the fine wool trousers and silk boxers were neatly set aside with the shoes, Bruce ran his hands down Lex’s ribs, stroked over his thighs. His tongue painted circles on Lex’s neck, his hands copying the movement on his thighs, and then he slid his hands up and wrapped one around Lex’s dick, and ran his tongue around the shell of his ear before sucking the earlobe in and out of his mouth. Lex arched and gasped, Bruce’s hand was big, warm and smooth…he felt something and looked down, looked down at Clark staring at his dick, watched as he touched his finger to the tip and smeared precome around the head.
Air burst out of Lex’s lungs and before he could draw a breath in, Clark sucked him in, down, until his lips touched Bruce’s hand. Clark’s tongue swirled around Lex’s pulsing dick, hot and wet--swiped along the edge of Bruce’s hand. Bruce gasped, he gasped and Clark sucked harder. Lex could feel Bruce’s erection grinding into his hip, and he laid his head back on his shoulder, let Clark work him. It was hot in his mouth, hotter than it seemed possible, and the tongue scrubbing over the head of his dick was bringing him close, Bruce’s hand, wet now and slicking easily up and down along with Clark was driving him to the edge. Clark stopped suddenly, and Lex nearly screamed. Bruce looked muzzily at Clark as he rose and went to Bruce’s bedside table. Realization dawned and Bruce smiled, wider when Clark bright a small bottle of oil back to the bed.
Clark leaned over and kissed Lex, and Lex gave himself up to the kiss completely so thrilled to be kissing Clark, the object of his desire-his fantasies. Clark settled the bottle in Bruce’s palm. “Get him ready?”
Bruce nodded, his eyes wide and glassy—he had Lex’s dick in his hand, and now---ah! His fingers in Lex, and he was moaning…Bruce clamped his mouth over Lex’s as if he could drink in the sounds, save them, let them be a part of him. His fingers glided in and out, in the rhythm that Clark seemed to like, and he searched for that ridge that made Clark moan. Lex gasped and cried out, and Bruce bit down on his shoulder. Clark lifted Lex up, and Bruce moved fully under him, and Clark let Lex down onto Bruce’s dick, the slide of hot flesh enclosing him made him jerk and quiver, and it was Lex— his hands slid around on sweat slicked skin, he pulled Lex back on him-- Bruce and Lex cried out again. This time, Clark kissed the cries up; licking every bit of Lex’s mouth, pulling away to trace his jaw with his tongue, lick and nip down his neck.
Bruce reached around and grabbed a handful of Clark’s hair, pulled him up towards his mouth and bit him, bit and yanked and growled until Lex started to say something, some word of caution, but Bruce flexed and jerked inside of him and all thought fled as he sank into sensation.
Bruce mauled Clark’s mouth, and yanked him back and forth, grabbed his chin and pushed his head up to expose his neck and bit down hard enough to rip open skin if it hadn’t been Clark. Bruce was exploring the range of Clark’s invulnerability and it made him hot- he knew that Clark was getting off on it, and when Lex’s hand circled his weeping dick, it almost knocked him over the edge then and there. He grabbed Lex’s shoulders for support, and thrust into Lex’s oil-slicked fist, letting Bruce attack him, Clark thrust into Lex’s fist as he fucked into Lex, so hot, so tight, Lex was rising and dropping on him and fisting Clark’s dick and Bruce couldn’t tear his eyes away from Clark, he was beautiful, Lex was gasping out Clark’s name, pumping on Bruce, and Bruce dug his fingers into his hip and fucked in deep—Lex yelled and his dick jerked, spraying come on Clark, on the fist slapping over Clark’s dick and Clark groaned and came as he watched Lex spurt. The muscles clamping around Bruce finished him. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Lex and pumped his orgasm into him---the only sound in the world was his heart, thumping in time to his thrusts—
The first thing he was aware of, was Clark’s face hanging over him, sweat soaked hair falling over his eyes.
“We’re not done yet,” He smiled.
Bruce groaned. Oh god—oh god, Clark was going to kill him.
TBC...I'm all dizzy now.
So, please,be gentle, it's my first time...let me know if it worked.
And again--the previous parts are here, limbs splayed, smirking at each other and smoking cigarettes.
He dropped to his knees and pulled Bruce’s thighs farther apart, and pressed back on them, until his legs were lifted and spread, and he heard his breath catch. Clark tightened his grip on Bruce’s legs when he felt a shiver run through them—pushed his thighs up higher and touched the tip of his tongue to the puckered ring of muscle exposed to him. Bruce jerked, and made a small sound, and Clark touched him again, and again, circling his tongue around and around until Bruce began panting louder, and began to push towards him, grunting and groaning as Clark probed against the muscle with his tongue, fucking slowly into him, exploring, getting to know him…when he felt Bruce trying to still himself, Clark chuckled and pulled back and Bruce let out a low cry, mourning the loss of the sensation.
“Don’t worry,” Clark whispered, and pushed a finger in where his tongue had been. Bruce rose as high as he could, a choked off yell hanging in the air as he dropped back down to the bed. Clark began to move the finger in and out--he lowered his head again, and licked at him, licked at the finger going in, licked at the stretched muscle, made it wet and hot and added another finger, and Bruce began to curse, a low steady sound in rhythm with Clark’s hand, Clark crooked his fingers and Bruce yelled out, and sobbed, he was stiff and trembling, his hands were grasping at the sheets. One hand shot up to grip his leaking dick and Clark wrapped a hand around Bruce’s and stopped him.
“No.”
Bruce sobbed again, in frustration, and Clark heard a soft “Oh. Fuck.” from behind him. His head whirled; the breath he sucked in dried his mouth and burned his throat-- his dick leapt back to fullness—
He pulled away from Bruce, ignoring his broken pleas. Clark leaned back against Bruce’s legs, and spread his knees wide, displaying himself as he stroked slowly. He was feeling wild and dangerous, and anything he wanted to do was right, he was going to do everything, everything and he didn’t care anymore, not the least damn bit. His head was spinning and he cupped his balls, jerked his dick and stared into Lex’s shocked gray eyes.
******
Lex knew he’d ever be able this forget this moment—wasn’t even sure he’d survive it—opening the door to Bruce’s room was like falling down the rabbit hole into every fantasy he’d ever had, and Clark was more beautiful, more arousing than he’d ever imagined. His full lips red and shining and –and his eyes, his eyes… Lex couldn’t stop himself, he moved closer, he could smell them, sweat and soap and sex—Bruce lifted his head and made a terrible sound when he saw Lex. It was need and sorrow and love and it filled Lex’s bones, flooded his gut with heat, “Bruce, oh my god—Bruce…” he looked down into Clark’s wide eyes, and asked him, “Please.”
*****
Clark stood and began to unbutton Lex’s shirt, silently. He pulled the tails out of the waistband of his trousers and gently tugged him over to the bed, pushed lightly until he sat on the bed next to Bruce, who sat up and reached out to Lex, gathered him in and kissed him. It was as nice as Lex remembered, in the days when he’d still allowed himself to touch Bruce. Kissing and rubbing-all it ever was, but he used to think it was enough for Bruce. Bruce pulled back, looked at him and Lex knew again how stupid he’d been, closed his eyes when the weight of Bruce’s eyes were too much to bear. Bruce leaned in again, breathing in his mouth as he cradled his head, and Clark slid down to the floor to undo Lex’s pants. He removed his shoes and socks slowly, as if he were performing a ritual—he kissed the tops of Lex’s feet, and Bruce breathed into his shoulder as he watched Clark with Lex. Clark set the shoes and socks carefully aside, unzipped and began to ease the pants down over Lex’s trembling legs.
Clark looked so calm, so focused on what he was doing, only his dick, jerking each time he put his hand on Lex’s bare flesh, drooling precome with every breath that Bruce gasped into Lex’s ear, gave any indication of what Clark was feeling. When the fine wool trousers and silk boxers were neatly set aside with the shoes, Bruce ran his hands down Lex’s ribs, stroked over his thighs. His tongue painted circles on Lex’s neck, his hands copying the movement on his thighs, and then he slid his hands up and wrapped one around Lex’s dick, and ran his tongue around the shell of his ear before sucking the earlobe in and out of his mouth. Lex arched and gasped, Bruce’s hand was big, warm and smooth…he felt something and looked down, looked down at Clark staring at his dick, watched as he touched his finger to the tip and smeared precome around the head.
Air burst out of Lex’s lungs and before he could draw a breath in, Clark sucked him in, down, until his lips touched Bruce’s hand. Clark’s tongue swirled around Lex’s pulsing dick, hot and wet--swiped along the edge of Bruce’s hand. Bruce gasped, he gasped and Clark sucked harder. Lex could feel Bruce’s erection grinding into his hip, and he laid his head back on his shoulder, let Clark work him. It was hot in his mouth, hotter than it seemed possible, and the tongue scrubbing over the head of his dick was bringing him close, Bruce’s hand, wet now and slicking easily up and down along with Clark was driving him to the edge. Clark stopped suddenly, and Lex nearly screamed. Bruce looked muzzily at Clark as he rose and went to Bruce’s bedside table. Realization dawned and Bruce smiled, wider when Clark bright a small bottle of oil back to the bed.
Clark leaned over and kissed Lex, and Lex gave himself up to the kiss completely so thrilled to be kissing Clark, the object of his desire-his fantasies. Clark settled the bottle in Bruce’s palm. “Get him ready?”
Bruce nodded, his eyes wide and glassy—he had Lex’s dick in his hand, and now---ah! His fingers in Lex, and he was moaning…Bruce clamped his mouth over Lex’s as if he could drink in the sounds, save them, let them be a part of him. His fingers glided in and out, in the rhythm that Clark seemed to like, and he searched for that ridge that made Clark moan. Lex gasped and cried out, and Bruce bit down on his shoulder. Clark lifted Lex up, and Bruce moved fully under him, and Clark let Lex down onto Bruce’s dick, the slide of hot flesh enclosing him made him jerk and quiver, and it was Lex— his hands slid around on sweat slicked skin, he pulled Lex back on him-- Bruce and Lex cried out again. This time, Clark kissed the cries up; licking every bit of Lex’s mouth, pulling away to trace his jaw with his tongue, lick and nip down his neck.
Bruce reached around and grabbed a handful of Clark’s hair, pulled him up towards his mouth and bit him, bit and yanked and growled until Lex started to say something, some word of caution, but Bruce flexed and jerked inside of him and all thought fled as he sank into sensation.
Bruce mauled Clark’s mouth, and yanked him back and forth, grabbed his chin and pushed his head up to expose his neck and bit down hard enough to rip open skin if it hadn’t been Clark. Bruce was exploring the range of Clark’s invulnerability and it made him hot- he knew that Clark was getting off on it, and when Lex’s hand circled his weeping dick, it almost knocked him over the edge then and there. He grabbed Lex’s shoulders for support, and thrust into Lex’s oil-slicked fist, letting Bruce attack him, Clark thrust into Lex’s fist as he fucked into Lex, so hot, so tight, Lex was rising and dropping on him and fisting Clark’s dick and Bruce couldn’t tear his eyes away from Clark, he was beautiful, Lex was gasping out Clark’s name, pumping on Bruce, and Bruce dug his fingers into his hip and fucked in deep—Lex yelled and his dick jerked, spraying come on Clark, on the fist slapping over Clark’s dick and Clark groaned and came as he watched Lex spurt. The muscles clamping around Bruce finished him. He closed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Lex and pumped his orgasm into him---the only sound in the world was his heart, thumping in time to his thrusts—
The first thing he was aware of, was Clark’s face hanging over him, sweat soaked hair falling over his eyes.
“We’re not done yet,” He smiled.
Bruce groaned. Oh god—oh god, Clark was going to kill him.
TBC...I'm all dizzy now.
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