Yes

"Get in."

Clark shook his head, shrugged jerkily. "I should get home."

Lex placed a hand in the middle of Clark's back, his fingers curling and digging into damp skin. "Get in."

Obeying, without really realizing why he was doing it, Clark climbed onto the bed, crawling up towards the headboard, and twisting over, slipping his feet beneath cool sheets. He looked up to see Lex's eyes trailing over his legs. He felt them beneath the thin material of the sheet, and the cool comfort he'd initially felt faded away into an uneasy warmth.

"Lex..." his voice shattered as a firm hand closed around his calf, and slid slowly up and around his leg. Lex's fingers splayed wide as they reached his thigh, and he could feel the nails scraping across his skin, scratching against the sparse hairs scattered across his flesh.

"I think you should stay the night." Lex said quietly, his voice steady and calm. His eyes were a contradiction to the tender words, dark and shining in the dimness of the room.

Clark swallowed hard, and nodded. "O-okay."

Sharp, perfect teeth lit up the room in a pleased smile. "Are you hungry, Clark?" Lex tilted his head to the side, his lips moving into a small smirk as he lifted his brows inquisitively. "I wouldn't want to get you into bed on an empty stomach."

He was finding it so HARD to talk, and he wet his lips, fighting the urge to just flatten himself against Lex. Surely, if they were that close, Lex would just do 'stuff' and stop looking so intense. It was making him crazy.

"I guess I could eat."

Lex's chuckle was less that reassuring. "I have just the thing." Clark's eyes widened as Lex lifted his knees onto the bed, and settled his weight onto it. Leaned forward, he brought up his other leg. Both pale, slender arms moved forward to lean on either side of Clark's body, and Lex slid his body up, bringing both knees to frame Clark's hips. "You'll love it, Clark. I've been told it’s unsurpassed."

"Ooh." Clark whispered. "Sounds good."

That scarred lip was a mere inch away from his mouth, and he wanted to taste it. He could see that Lex knew, and he watched the scar stretch as Lex's upper lip moved with Lex's grin.

"Go ahead."

Clark reached out with the tip of his tongue, slid it across the silky groove on that soft lip. Leaned back into the pillow beneath his head, and hummed around the taste in his mouth. "You gonna tell me you won't bite, now?" He joked weakly.

Lex laughed and pushed his hands beneath the sheet to grasp Clark's straining erection. "No."

Lex moved his face close to Clark's ear, and latched sharp teeth onto a downy lobe. "I want you to suck me off, Clark." A slow, hot pull on Clark's ear, and another one below his waist, and Clark was shaking underneath the man spread out over him. "I want to feel your mouth on my cock; I want to hear what you sound like when you taste me."

His shaking spun towards violent as a groan rumbled out of his throat. He nodded, and watched as Lex rolled off of him to lay flat on his back. Naked, his skin was an expanse of milky sin. Clark's cock twitched, and gushed against his stomach.

Clark reached out with a trembling finger, only to have it grasped in Lex's sure hand.

"I don't need foreplay, Clark." He said, his voice hard and tense, so low. "I've had that for the past several years. If you want to touch me, touch me while your mouth is on me."

Moving over, and across the bed was difficult with the shivers wracking his body. He managed, with time, to settle his face over Lex's navel, and rested on his elbows.

"I've never-"

"Try saying that tomorrow." Lex teased, his eyes latched onto Clark's open mouth.

Clark tilted his head down, and felt the smooth, heated skin bump against his chin. He lifted, and moved further down Lex's body, and took a good, long look at Lex's cock. Sleek and smooth, darker than the rest of his body. Full and straining, and there was a clear, gushing fluid sliding down its length.

Following instincts, Clark went in, stroked his tongue up the shaft, collecting Lex's flavor in a pool into his mouth. He closed his mouth around the wide head, and sucked carefully. Lex jerked up, into his mouth, and he gulped, taking a deep breath before moving back, sliding his tongue through the pulsing slit.

He pulled back, breathing hard. "You taste like the clouds, over the ocean."

Lex's eyes slid shut. "Do you like clouds, Clark?"

He couldn't answer. Couldn't think about speaking right then. Clark closed his mouth over Lex, moving his lips down as far as he could, and drew back slowly, pressing his tongue up firmly. He moaned against the flesh, and moved a hand over to Lex's hip. Moved his fingers into the skin, and across, to dig into his thigh. His eyes were open, and watching, and he saw the skin beneath his fingers redden and he gentled his grip. Watched the redness fade away, leaving the skin unmarked. He dug back in, and received a throaty growl from Lex in response.

His eyes lifted to Lex's flushed face, and he watched as pale eyelids slid open to reveal eyes more blue than gray. He slid his mouth down farther, keeping his eyes on Lex's, and coughed a little as the head bumped the back of his throat.

Lex moaned, and sucked in a heavy breath. Hands came down to dig into his hair. Clawed through to his scalp and pulled at silky strands.

"Clark...I knew it...I knew it could be like this." Lex's voice sounded ragged, rough.

His eyes fell shut as he swallowed hard against the tickle in his throat, and he pulled back. Kept his tongue moving, folding around the warm skin. So silky, and his hands started to move towards his mouth.

A hand shot out, grabbing his hand, and squeezed it tight. "I'll come, Clark."

It was a warning, and Clark felt both tentative and proud. Sealed his lips around Lex and pushed down, drawing in with his mouth as he descended.

Lex's hips bucked up, hard, and he felt the cock in his mouth swell, push back against him, and then there was heat filling his throat. Flooding him, and he leaned back, letting it spurt onto his tongue. Sucked gently around it, and lifted his face. Rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, and tasted. He could feel Lex, spread over his tongue, and down his throat, and he swallowed over and over, feeling that part of Lex slide down into him.

Gasped loudly, and rolling his neck, he turned his head down to open his eyes and see.

And, he looked into wide, nearly black eyes, wild with something he didn't recognize.

"You really don't know, do you?" Lex murmured, using his arm to push himself up. He rose, measured and deliberate, and there was a confused smile on his face. "How is it that you have no idea?"

Clark allowed his body to move with Lex's persuasive pushes. He found himself down, on his stomach, with Lex at his side, a warm, damp thigh thrown over the back of his leg.

Hands moved across his back, the curve of his ass, and he shivered as a finger slid down the crack. He let his legs be spread and hissed quietly as fingers pried him apart to look.

Those fingers were moving, massaging and teasing.

"It's all right, Clark." Lex said on a soft sigh. Clark could feel the smooth scalp slide across his shoulder and his lower back as Lex shifted down his body, his face pressed to Clark's body. "After tonight, you'll know."

"Know what?" Clark rasped, his voice a whisper against the pillow.

He felt Lex's face shift. Knew he was smiling. "What you do. Just looking the way you do. Speaking. Walking. Moving. The way you think, the way you are. Everything you do is a seduction."

"Lex-"

A bite against the top of his left ass cheek choked off his reply, and Lex sighed again, the air brushing against his skin. "You seduce me every moment of every day, Clark. I fight you because of it, and I love you because of it."

Lips were moving down his ass, and nipping sharply at his skin. He felt those lips, those teeth, moving towards his center, and he jerked his hips into the bed sharply.

"Lex."

"You'll know every time I look at you, what you do to me, Clark. And that's okay." The words, the tiny bursts of air, so close... "That's so okay, because, after tonight, it'll be the same for you."

A tongue swiped against him, breaking a sharp, muffled whimper from Clark's lips. He felt Lex, wet and unbearably soft. Right there, moving into him, and he was so soft... His body was on fire, jolting and aching, electric shocks bursting across his skin.

Lex's head lay against his cheek, resting as he panted hot breaths over him. "After tonight, my love, you'll be mine, just as I'm yours."

Oh God. So soft. Clark's nails tore into his palms as he raised his tight fists to his mouth and grunted hard into his skin. Bit down on a curved, white knuckle.

"Lex."

So soft. He couldn't take it. Couldn't stop it. Never wanted it to stop. Oooh. Oh. Oh, God.

"Oh, Lex. Oh-" Clark ground his forehead into the bed, moaning. The noise ripped its way out of bruised lips, and Clark shattered, pulsing against Lex's curved lips. "Yes..."