Plainfield PWP

by a campbell

Smallville, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, NC-17

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For msdaccxx on her birthday, July 21, 2004.

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"This must be illegal, but who cares?" The voice, like silk, whispered near Clark's ear. One hand gently but firmly pushed at his chest, and he dropped to the leather couch without protest.

"Just relax." Lex knelt on the carpet, nimble fingers untying Clark's sneaker as he spoke. He eased the shoe off Clark's foot and then slowly drew off the sock. With an uneasy chuckle, Clark watched, eyes darkening with desire and anticipation.

Lex's mouth was warm and wet inside, and when he sucked on Clark's big toe, it really tickled. Pulling off when Clark had trembled and giggled sufficiently, Lex snickered himself, then let his tongue drag in a slow lick up the bare sole of Clark's foot to make him laugh again.

He grabbed both Clark's calves and held his gaze steady, then slowly but firmly pushed his legs apart. Clark sighed, letting his eyes fall shut as Lex moved in so close he could feel the warmth of his body and breath. Gentle fingers brushed his crotch, coasted in a lingering caress over the bulge beneath. When Clark looked down at him, Lex bent to lick lazily at the denim, which caused Clark's gasp to catch in his throat. "May I?" Lex asked, hand poised, and Clark nodded dumbly as Lex reached for the zipper.

Lex smiled that sleek smile of his as Clark blushed at the revelation (fire-engine-red boxers). He worked his hand carefully into the slit, and curled fingers around the thick damp warmth of the shaft with a sigh that sounded like satisfaction. The warm of his touch made Clark squeak, then moan, and "Relax," Lex said again. "Shh, Clark, everything's okay." He bent to touch his lips to the tip, point his tongue to lick away the moisture that was beading at the slit, then swallow. Pushed down the web of skin that still half-covered the head and started to suck, slowly at first, then gradually picking up speed until Clark felt his body shudder with tremors that gradually accelerated till they reached earthquake proportions. Stars exploded behind his eyelids as he cried out in ecstasy and slumped down even further in the couch cushions.

It took a few minutes' worth of aftershocks for Clark to come back to himself. When he opened his eyes with a satisfied sigh, he saw that Lex was lying on his right arm, half spread over Clark's sweat-damp thighs, eyes closed. Clark brow furrowed into a worried frown. He touched the slick skin of Lex's scalp, joggled his arm just a little. And then smiled.

Lex was asleep.

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