Untie Me
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Category:
Smallville › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,834
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Smallville, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Untie Me
Author's Notes:
Disclaimer:
I dt owt own any of these cctercters - I only occasionally ask them to come out and play.
I am making absolutely, positively, no money what so-ever. None. Not one penny. Are we clear?
Notes:
This scene has been sticking in my head since I saw the episode "Shimmer". I don't know what it is about a helpless, tortured man that just drives me wild! I hI haI have not offended.
[ ] denotes thoughts from Clark
Warnings:
This story is borderline non-consensual slash at least at the beginning. It is a Clark/Lex pairing.
The shock of finding an invisible assailant in Lex's mansion leads to the vicious fight. After it's ovClarClark checks to make sure Jeff is still breathing, before turning to look after Lex.
[Please let him be alive]
His eyes travel slowly over the floor, prolonging the agony of not knowing, finally falling on Lex where he'd been knocked to during the fight. His legs were spread apart - hips rising slightly off the floor - resting on his bound hands, chest rising and falling with life-giving breath. A trickle of blood trails down his face from his split lip.
[Thank God - he seems mostly unhurt]
Clark approaches slowly, eyes settling on Lex's raised hips. He licks at the bead of sweat that suddenly forms on his upper lip; lets out a stifled groan.
[I'm here to helnot not help myself...but Lex has been urging me to fight for what I want - I just didn't know what I wanted 'till now]
Ano gro groan comes from Clarks constricted throat. Then he kneels down to lean over Lex's prone form, face close enough to feel Lex's breath brush his cheek, cooling his overheated flesh. His hand comes to rest on Lex's lavender encased chest - watches as, with a seeming mind of it own, it begins to stroke the soft silk. Slowly, he unbuttons the satin material, allows it to slither off and pool quietly on the floor at his knees, reveling in the flesh revealed under his hands.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lex's sardonic voice interrupts his movements.
A crimson blush creeps up Clark's neck. His sharp green eyes glance up to Lex's face, meets those startlingly clear blue orbs, then flash back to where his hand rests on Lex's muscular pec, thumb and forefinger framing his left nipple.
"Untie me, Clark," quiet but commanding.
[Sorry Lex - can't do that]
Finger and thumb come together, lightly ping ing the soft nub, feels it go taut from the pressure. Feels a corresponding tightening in the crotch of his own jeans.
"Clark! What in the Hell...?"
Clark breaths into his ear, "You've been trying to convince me to go for what I want. It's not my fault you assumed I was after Lana."
Lex shivers.
Clark smoothes his hand over the right nipple, then pulls it into a peak, feels the ripple of well toned muscle as Lex shifts. He looks down towards those enticingly up-thrust hips, a slight bulge evident even in the well-cut designer pants. Sighing, Clark slips one leg over Lex's sculpted abdomen. Careful not to push down too hard and hurt Lex's bound arms, Clark eases down to brush Lex's full lips with his own - erection sliding across erection.
"Unhhh, Clark. What the hell are you doing to me?"
Grinding his hips to Lex's, "I think that's pretty obvious." Strokes his hand from the top of Lex's smooth scalp, down behind the ear, across the shoulder, then back up to rest gently at the juncture of the neck. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Untie me, Clark." Softly demanding.
A quick lick of the ear then quietly blowing, "Oh, I don't think so. I am far from done with you."
Lex thrusts his hips up higher, trying to increase the pressure on his full erection. Clark leans forward, raises his ass - leaves Lex groaning in frustration. Clark takes a nipple into his hot mouth - sucks hard then licks soothingly. Lex arches his back. Clark slips a hand under the writhing body beneath him and gently squeezes Lex's firm ass, then slides it up over the hip and settles it lightly the waist of Lex's tailored slacks.
Clark looks up, meets Lex's somewhat frantic gaze - grins like a kid in a candy store.
"I think these pants are a little constricting now, hmmm? Let me help you out." Clark slowly unbuttons Lex's pants, lets his hand rub enticingly against Lex's throbbing erection as he lowers the zipper - watches the flush of arousal creep into Lex's eyes. Drawing the pants lower, he slides against Lex's body, stops with his face hovering over Lex's bared hips - quirks an eyebrow.
"Why Lex - going commando?"
"You never know when something might come up," the sardonic voice back in place.
A quick bob of Clarks head, mouth open, lips circle and suck the smooth skin of Lex's shaft - tastes the salty-swess oss of the drop of pre-cum as he swallows as much of Lex as he can.
"Oh, god!" Back to frantic, Lex's hips shoot up, arching over his still bound hands.
Clark reaches in and fondles Lex's sac, gently rolling his balls, moves his head slowly up and down - tongue traveling a line along the vein on the underside of Lex's fully engorged penis. Increases the pace while holding down up-thrusting hips. When Lex's sac begins to tighten, Clark sucks once hard, swirls his heated tongue around tholleollen head, allows Lex to fall out of his mouth - unfulfilled.
"Clark! Untie me!" Harsh command; voice rough with passion.
Clark ignores him - lowers himself to Lex's feet - removes the shoes and socks. He stops to lick the perfect arch, slowly takes a toe into his mouth and gently sucks. Each toe is treated to a journey into that dark orifice, licked and sucked - it does nothing to relieve the painful swollenness at the juncture of the legs above.
After each toe receives adequate attention, Clark removes the designer pants - leaves Lex exposed completely. Clark stands and surveys the object of his desire - lying on the floor - lavender silk shirt in a puddle around Lex's sides, hips thrust up on his bound hands, cock standing at attention, legs spread apart - Inviting.
Disclaimer:
I dt owt own any of these cctercters - I only occasionally ask them to come out and play.
I am making absolutely, positively, no money what so-ever. None. Not one penny. Are we clear?
Notes:
This scene has been sticking in my head since I saw the episode "Shimmer". I don't know what it is about a helpless, tortured man that just drives me wild! I hI haI have not offended.
[ ] denotes thoughts from Clark
Warnings:
This story is borderline non-consensual slash at least at the beginning. It is a Clark/Lex pairing.
The shock of finding an invisible assailant in Lex's mansion leads to the vicious fight. After it's ovClarClark checks to make sure Jeff is still breathing, before turning to look after Lex.
[Please let him be alive]
His eyes travel slowly over the floor, prolonging the agony of not knowing, finally falling on Lex where he'd been knocked to during the fight. His legs were spread apart - hips rising slightly off the floor - resting on his bound hands, chest rising and falling with life-giving breath. A trickle of blood trails down his face from his split lip.
[Thank God - he seems mostly unhurt]
Clark approaches slowly, eyes settling on Lex's raised hips. He licks at the bead of sweat that suddenly forms on his upper lip; lets out a stifled groan.
[I'm here to helnot not help myself...but Lex has been urging me to fight for what I want - I just didn't know what I wanted 'till now]
Ano gro groan comes from Clarks constricted throat. Then he kneels down to lean over Lex's prone form, face close enough to feel Lex's breath brush his cheek, cooling his overheated flesh. His hand comes to rest on Lex's lavender encased chest - watches as, with a seeming mind of it own, it begins to stroke the soft silk. Slowly, he unbuttons the satin material, allows it to slither off and pool quietly on the floor at his knees, reveling in the flesh revealed under his hands.
"Clark, what are you doing?" Lex's sardonic voice interrupts his movements.
A crimson blush creeps up Clark's neck. His sharp green eyes glance up to Lex's face, meets those startlingly clear blue orbs, then flash back to where his hand rests on Lex's muscular pec, thumb and forefinger framing his left nipple.
"Untie me, Clark," quiet but commanding.
[Sorry Lex - can't do that]
Finger and thumb come together, lightly ping ing the soft nub, feels it go taut from the pressure. Feels a corresponding tightening in the crotch of his own jeans.
"Clark! What in the Hell...?"
Clark breaths into his ear, "You've been trying to convince me to go for what I want. It's not my fault you assumed I was after Lana."
Lex shivers.
Clark smoothes his hand over the right nipple, then pulls it into a peak, feels the ripple of well toned muscle as Lex shifts. He looks down towards those enticingly up-thrust hips, a slight bulge evident even in the well-cut designer pants. Sighing, Clark slips one leg over Lex's sculpted abdomen. Careful not to push down too hard and hurt Lex's bound arms, Clark eases down to brush Lex's full lips with his own - erection sliding across erection.
"Unhhh, Clark. What the hell are you doing to me?"
Grinding his hips to Lex's, "I think that's pretty obvious." Strokes his hand from the top of Lex's smooth scalp, down behind the ear, across the shoulder, then back up to rest gently at the juncture of the neck. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Untie me, Clark." Softly demanding.
A quick lick of the ear then quietly blowing, "Oh, I don't think so. I am far from done with you."
Lex thrusts his hips up higher, trying to increase the pressure on his full erection. Clark leans forward, raises his ass - leaves Lex groaning in frustration. Clark takes a nipple into his hot mouth - sucks hard then licks soothingly. Lex arches his back. Clark slips a hand under the writhing body beneath him and gently squeezes Lex's firm ass, then slides it up over the hip and settles it lightly the waist of Lex's tailored slacks.
Clark looks up, meets Lex's somewhat frantic gaze - grins like a kid in a candy store.
"I think these pants are a little constricting now, hmmm? Let me help you out." Clark slowly unbuttons Lex's pants, lets his hand rub enticingly against Lex's throbbing erection as he lowers the zipper - watches the flush of arousal creep into Lex's eyes. Drawing the pants lower, he slides against Lex's body, stops with his face hovering over Lex's bared hips - quirks an eyebrow.
"Why Lex - going commando?"
"You never know when something might come up," the sardonic voice back in place.
A quick bob of Clarks head, mouth open, lips circle and suck the smooth skin of Lex's shaft - tastes the salty-swess oss of the drop of pre-cum as he swallows as much of Lex as he can.
"Oh, god!" Back to frantic, Lex's hips shoot up, arching over his still bound hands.
Clark reaches in and fondles Lex's sac, gently rolling his balls, moves his head slowly up and down - tongue traveling a line along the vein on the underside of Lex's fully engorged penis. Increases the pace while holding down up-thrusting hips. When Lex's sac begins to tighten, Clark sucks once hard, swirls his heated tongue around tholleollen head, allows Lex to fall out of his mouth - unfulfilled.
"Clark! Untie me!" Harsh command; voice rough with passion.
Clark ignores him - lowers himself to Lex's feet - removes the shoes and socks. He stops to lick the perfect arch, slowly takes a toe into his mouth and gently sucks. Each toe is treated to a journey into that dark orifice, licked and sucked - it does nothing to relieve the painful swollenness at the juncture of the legs above.
After each toe receives adequate attention, Clark removes the designer pants - leaves Lex exposed completely. Clark stands and surveys the object of his desire - lying on the floor - lavender silk shirt in a puddle around Lex's sides, hips thrust up on his bound hands, cock standing at attention, legs spread apart - Inviting.