Red-K

Author Notes: This story currently needs a beginning more so then the one it currently possesses. It is also UNEDITED so please ignore the grammatical errors right now, I have to edit over 177 pages of stories that I've written in the past couple of months so I'm a little behind to say the least. If anyone wishes to edit them for me please be my guest lmao! However you can NOT change the story, just fix my bullshit little period/comma mistakes.

Title: Red-K
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Word Count: 15,353
Status: UNEDITED, Needs beginning. Finished otherwise.

“And what would be an ideal vacation for you? I'm glad I could at least appease the eye. Is It getting a little warm in here..?” Clark asked curiously looking to the other to see what he had to say in the matter.

The oldest of the two smiles slyly. "The perfect vacation, in the mountains of aspen in a cabin with a loved one and a fireplace, and you appease more then just the eye, and I'm glad that I'm not the only one who's feeling a bit hot." He says as he begins to unbutton the first few buttons in his dress shirt.

Clark’s eyes visually traced the movements of the other, bearing his own slyness. “You’re always so full of culture, Lex. I never can tell what you’ll say next.” With this said, the observation intensified as he watched the Luthor dilly some with his dress shirt. A glint of something flashed behind his gaze. “Any suggestions on how to quell the heat?”

Lex watched the other as he watched him undo his dress shirt, smiling at the other. He shrugged off his overcoat letting it fall into one of his hands and he tosses it aside. "Oh, I have a few suggestions, though I'm not so sure any of them are 'cultured'" He said with a bit of a laugh. "You have any idea's Clark, on how we can cool it down a bit.”

Clark practically sashayed toward the other. Something wasn’t exactly in tact about his mannerisms, and while oddly stylish, he was accessorized as well—a silver chain sporting an imperfect crimson rock that virtually glowed against him. “I don’t know if I can come up with anything that would help cool us, but I can think of something that could make it tastefully worse.”

The elder of the two didn't notice the necklace, but he did notice the change in personality, he too moved closer as the other closed the gap between the pair. "Oh do you now?" He asked lowering his voice and letting it take on a bit of a husky tone. "And what pray tell did you have in mind then?" He asked raising an eyebrow though he had a feeling he knew where this was going, but it never hurt to play along, after all even if you knew where you were going, half the fun was in the ride itself.

Being deciphered was the last thing on Clark’s agenda, after all, a high was meant to be reveled and euphoria with a lax of control on ones inhibitions made for a grand risqué encounter he’d normally deter away from. The smooth sounds resembling shifting silk poured from Lex’s sweet lips in the form of words that which encouraged Clark to continue his advance. He was now a tower leering over the younger Luthor, smirking playfully with a bit of mischief flashing in a deep intent stare. A hand came to raise and collect at the side of Lex’s face, rough working hands connecting with smooth, rich flesh. “Actions speak louder than words, Lex. How about I show you instead, hm?”

The older of the two smiled, something in the back of his mind told him that he should be holding himself back but another even more powerful voice screamed that he should continue on the path he was currently being lead down and he was oh so willing to be led surprisingly, if only for a little while. Lex knew that he could not relinquish all power to the other, but he could atleast let the other have a bit of fun so for now he would allow himself to fall into the stupor that was Clark Kent. He leaned in towards the other, keeping their lips but inches away from one another as they spoke. “Indeed actions do speak louder then words, so why don’t you show me what you have up your sleeve Kent.” He said with chaser of a sly smile.

As Lex spoke Clark nearly forgot to listen, his eyes dancing over the other’s face in a relishing that was yet to be had. He continued to maintain his hold, but before long both hands flew forward and he took Lex’s arms to sustain him in place. His movements were brash, but nothing injurious was to come out of it, minus the ginger well-placed nip he applied on the older man’s bottom lip. He tamed the bite, for Lex’s sake more than his own. He didn’t want to rip the tender flesh, but he wanted the other to squirm a bit as it were. When he pulled free, Clark’s smoldering gaze was fixed on the Luthor’s moistened lips. “..Nothing up my sleeve, but chances are in a few moments there won’t be a sleeve left for hiding much of anything.” The smile that came about his face was implied danger, an unexpected darkness in his normally guiltless mannerism.

Lex was slightly taken back by the sudden forcefulness Clark had, but he in no way protested it in fact he silently urged it on, fighting against the other in a mock tassel for power. As the other leaned in and bit at the Luthor's lower lip he pulled himself back a bit, not trying to escape the other, just fighting against him in a power struggle that Lex graciously accepted, it wasn't often that anyone dared fight against a Luthor for domination, most of those around him were subdued into accepting their place on the totem pole of power, but Clark Kent was different, and this side of Clark Kent even more so, Lex admired that, lavished in it in-fact. When the other pulled away Lex fought back a bit of a cry at loss, accepting the other dominating was one thing loosing all control of his composure was a whole other story. When the other spoke Lex narrowed his eyes a bit, taking in the other observing, Clark was very out of character, he was no longer the timid little farm hand that so often came to Lex for direction, oh no he knew what he wanted, and he was on a mission to obtain it. In the back of his mind Lex vaguely wondered what could produce such a dramatic change in the young man, but that was an aspect to the younger Kent that would be set aside to investigate at a later date, right now he just wanted this aspect of Kent to be explored.

There was a silent exchange between the two, Lex being the observant one while Clark had been one ready to disregard any form of hesitation and clamber into a passionate fit that would leave the two entangled in schemes of lust and the sins of covetousness. He wanted to keep Lex held firmly, physically chained to circumstance. A dancing glint of a reddish hue bounced a bit along the Luthor’s face in a captured lighting reminding Clark of what he was feeling; the sensations of ecstasy and power a slow seduction luring him on. He practically purred at the encounter of both these feelings and the closeness of his friend. He could read Lex’s need for examination as he’d always been a curious sort. Oddly enough, Clark encouraged the exploration. A soft simper slid smoothly from the younger of the two as he duly noted Lex’s discreet struggle with his composure, but rather than pointing this out to the other, he leaned in again, relinquishing his hold on the man’s arms to tally up the number of buttons he was now undoing on the royal chemise Lex sported. Clark moistened his own lips in anticipation. It was as if he were unwrapping the greatest gift of all, but patience was never his strength in this mindset… While fumbling with the fastens, his annoyance shined ever presently and a quick maneuver had taken what was once an expensive dress shirt and turned it into useless cloth hanging listlessly off Lex’s smaller shoulders. “..Much better,” he spoke mainly to himself at this point.

The younger Luthor found himself giving way to the other and as the youngest Kent ripped off the others shirt, he had many other shirts a whole walk in closet of shirts and a ripped one was no skin off his back or rather shirt off his back. Whatever, he panted heavily as the other moved about his body. He watched the other with his blue-gray hues intently watching every single move the other made. Lex was always one for observation, taking in account every small little movement or detail of a person before categorizing it in his head. It was an odd sort of habit he had picked up in his younger years, but then again Lex Luthor lived an odd sort of life. For a moment Lex had lost himself in what the pair was doing, but as his shirt was removed and he felt a rush of cold air against his hot flesh he snapped back into reality and realized that he was exposed to the other, and not just in the sense that his shirt had nearly been torn from his body, but in the emotional sense as well. Never had he been so wrapped up in actions of the devious sort before. Sure he had had sex, and a lot of it, but never really had there been an emotional attachment as he had right now. He needed Clark Kent in a way he was not willing to admit. He moved his hands to start work at the other males own shirt, not having the strength he accumulated to life on a farm, but the Luthor had his own strength about him.

Clark’s impatience melted away for a brief and rare moment as he traded roles with Lex for a mere few timeless seconds. His observation would be the mold of a young marblesque Luthor male in all is contoured glory. Lex Luthor was a sight to behold and in Clark’s current condition, he wanted to do more than just behold the man… He felt the fingers of the other dance across his chest. Clark was encompassed in black garbs, a button-up shirt that hung surprisingly loose on his muscled form and fitted black slacks that gave a casual professionalism to a once obvious farm boy. He leaned in, nuzzling the Luthor in a way to distract him from his task. Bouncing brunette curls tickled the man’s nose and cheek as Clark took in Lex’s savory smell. “Mm, delicious,” he murmured in an ear that was millimeters away from his lips. Lex had always had an exotic and nearly dangerous smell about him that both enchanted and deterred the younger male. In this state, he reveled in it. The ear that tantalized him so suffered the consequences of Clark’s intrigue and took the bait, nipping it affectionately which led to an eventual suckling of the lobe. Meanwhile his hands took to their posts again, feeling the crooks and crevices of Lex’s firm chest.

The older males breath came out in harsh ragged breaths. His body felt as though it were on fire under Clark’s touch and he nearly lost all control of himself and melted into the other, however if there was one good thing the last name “Luthor” had given Lex, it was how to keep cool under pressure, and never had he been so grateful for a life lesson then right here in this moment. It was slightly odd seeing the other all decked out in a suit, Lex was used to suits, wearing them, being around them. But for some reason to see the youngest Kent male all dressed up was truly a sight to behold, but he didn’t relish in the moment very long instead he continued to pull at the others shirt. He pulled the shirt from the pants and tugged the shirt open, he would of ventured further however once the younger male began to nibble at his ear lobe Lex lost himself for a moment, a shiver coursed through his body and he lost his breath if only for a moment before he took a deep breath in a shuddering breath as he regained himself a bit grabbing a fistful of the silky fabric, he tried to think of something to say however the only thing that he managed to let slide from his mouth was the words “God damnit.” Which given his higher education, was quite childish of him to say, but never had words been so perfect. Of course the other words that floated through his head might have been even worse then what he managed.

The sounds of a wet and curious tongue could be heard about Lex’s ear as the playful muscle danced delicately downward, moistening now the other’s neck now in a lavish desire to taste every inch of the man. He allowed the course of maneuvers to shuck Clark’s own shirt, Lex’s anxiousness becoming more and more evident to the younger male. He felt the coolness wrap around Lex’s heated chest that he was delightfully ravishing in, the body that trembled and shuddered held responses to Clark’s initiating advances. The youngest Kent was a ravenous beast now, his mouth needing to taste every inch of the other which had now traversed beyond the collar bone and tasted the upper regions of Lex’s chest. The slick retort from the Luthor earned him a soft chuckle, “What’s the matter Lex?” he mouthed, practically muffled by the flesh that preoccupied it. His hands now left where his mouth now explored, pawing at the Luthor’s belt in a hungry display to prepare for his eventual feast. At long last Clark had reached a sensitive nub of both pleasure and pain, his tongue circling the nub teasingly before teeth clamped on its raised form that was likely caused by both the chilling air and the increasingly heated situation.

Lex didn’t think it was even possible to become any more heated then he already was, but as the others tongue danced across his flesh the older male lost all control something inside him snapped, and he felt a deep primal instinct boil up inside him. He tore at the last remaining buttons in a flurry of motions perhaps not as extreme as the other but in the same fashion. However that was all he managed to do until he let the other do as he pleased, his body arching towards the other in a subconscious movement to bring the pair closer together and in a motion to continue their antics further. As the other began to play with the sensitive flesh of Lex’s nipples he let out a bit of a growl like moan. Despite all this however he managed to form words, though they were not quite as silky as they normally were due to the lack of breath and the husky tone his voice had adapted. “Oh… Nothings the matter, trust me…” As the other fiddled with his belt he subconsciously bucked his hips in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the tension that was currently forming below his belt line. He wanted more, he needed more and if there was something that a Luthor wanted, they got it, one way or another.

Lex’s movements, sounds, efforts to alleviate his tension had more than egged the youngest Kent on, but worked him over an edge that would roughly lead to some severe sexual endeavor. The belt, like a whip, was tugged through the loops of Lex’s slacks in one profound motion and easily tossed aside to be forgotten along with the scraps of his once previously professional shirt. He took a brief pause from his salivating antics to do the same for himself, a slick mahogany leather strap pulled from around his waist in the same manner he had done the Luthor’s. Clark hummed gingerly, a devious smile plastered to his manipulated countenance. Obviously expressions such as so did not belong on the other and any to all of this evenings encounter had been perceptibly out of character for the boy as well. “..You’re hiding something from me, Lex,” he flicked a roguish glance toward the other who was now his to do whatever bidding he had designed. He practically plowed into Lex now, running the other backward into some antique stand that housed a few, likely, priceless knick knacks. He wanted to make certain that Lex was grounded to something in order for him to perform his next adventure. “..And I want to expose it.” He dropped to his knees, his eyes glazing over wantonly the body that feel before. Fingers danced about the clasp of Luthor’s slacks, his irritability was rising yet again. His temperament was oddly out of place it seemed.

The older male shifted as he felt his belt being pulled from its loops and he grabbed the others arm demanding that he continue with his firm grip on the other. This was all way to much for Lex, and his mind buzzed with a million different thoughts that were incoherent yet still there all at the same time. His head was a mess his body was a mess but my gods it was perhaps one of the best moments of Lex’s life. He was pushed back into reality a bit as the others hands moved towards his own waist and pulled of his belt as well and Lex couldn’t help but lick his lips as he watched, to have the other stripping anything in front of him was too delicious for words and he didn’t have the right ones for it anyway, Lex felt himself tense for just a moment as he mentioned things hidden away but when he was pushed back against an old bookshelf with a grunt knocking a few from their home and toppling over some sort of glass something or other, he didn’t even know right now, he’d be pissed about it later for sure, but Lex had more then enough money to piss away at various knickknacks, and this moment was far more valuable. As the other lowered his body Lex trained his eyes on the other, making sure that his focus was on one thing and one thing alone and that was the younger male before him, and as his fingers danced along the tight cloth of his dress slacks he let out a bit of a groan bucking his hips in response, the teasing was to much and Lex let his education and his patience fly through the door. “Stop teasing…” He commanded his voice taking on a harsh whisper of authority.

Clark nearly suffered an attack from one of the following books, and the sound of shattering glass had never really bothered him much in the past so why should it start now? He was invulnerable and in this frame of mind, he’d allow any form of arrogance to take hold. In fact, dancing on his chest in an illuminating array was the small crimson rock on its silvery chain. The tiny hunk of meteor was clearly his downfall, but no one individual would be able to muster the cause thanks to the many onslaughts of voracious distractions. He finally managed the slacks to a satisfying degree of openness which unveiled sleek silken boxers of the same opaque black that was the pants. Clark’s heavy breathing and anticipation got the best of him and as if on cue, he obliged the Luthor’s command with a hungry dive toward the silken garbs. Reaching and tugging just barely unveiling the prize that was beneath the fabric, Lex remained mostly covered otherwise. He had no words for the wonders that now splayed before him. Rather Clark’s intense gaze practically warmed the other as he fixated on the luscious exposure of one Lex Luthor. “Oh..gods,” he mustered before leaning in to lay a well placed and ironically almost gentle kiss to the very tip of the Luthor’s shaft. It wasn’t but seconds later, however that odd display of sweetness was overwhelmed with a tickling tongue and a firm handled grasp to steady his treat in place. He got what wanted, but now he was greedy—he wanted more…

The older male would of asked if the other was alright, had he been in the right state of mind, but he was too wrapped up in their sexual endeavor. Lex moved his hands from his sides to rest in the other males curled locks to keep himself grounded, tied to this world as though if he didn’t have something to hold on to he would float away and at this point he almost felt as though that was entirely possible. As the other fished around inside his slacks and finally pulled them a bit down he nearly felt like sighing a bit, and then when he felt the silk of the boxers leave his contained manhood he did let out a bit of a groan like sigh as his as the other breathed out a few words Lex felt a smile curl across his lips as he caught a lock of the younger males hair. “Like what you see? Wait until you taste it…” He said deviously, gods the younger male was pulling out a side of Lex he thought he had buried a long while ago. It was funny how the other male could bring out the best and the worst in Lex. As the other kissed the head of his length Lex felt his breath leave him once more, and the feeling only grew once the young Kent began to tease at his length. He felt himself spreading his legs a bit using the bookshelf to steady himself to allow the other more access to himself. He pulled at Clark’s hair forcing his attention to what it was currently focused on, keeping a firm grip in the locks just incase the other tried to escape

Clark felt the fingers of his intrigue dance rigorously about his locks until Lex held a firm grasp about them. This elicited a growl from the younger man, a challenge of sorts as Lex’s body proved to Clark that he wanted nothing more than to have him attend to his every need. Instead of continuing his licking motions, the younger male withdrew from Lex entirely, looking up at the face that he befriended not too terribly long ago. He made a big to-do on licking his lips to demonstrate to his authorative figure that he was, indeed, enjoying the taste of Lex Luthor. “Oh its good all right,” he smirked devilishly, the fingers in his hair giving him the urge to move on. He resisted however, a testing of the waters as it were. He kept his keen blue gaze trained on the towering Luthor, waiting for a response, eager to see what sort of explosion Lex might have on the struggle of one settled so closely his ever so tempting manhood. Clark kept quiet, unmoving, diligently waiting.

Lex’s eyes moved to rest half open as the other teased, so when the teasing stopped he opened his cool gray-green eyes and looked towards the other in silent questioning. He watched the other with his keen eyes as he licked his lips, gods how Lex wanted to just pull the other towards him and taste the other and himself on those soft pillowy lips, but he allowed the other to have his chance, besides Lex couldn’t say her didn’t love where this was going, or rather had been going. Lex’s narrowed his eyes a bit, and found his dark side licking at his consciousness wanting to be set free and he allowed a little bit of it to come out, as Lex had so often told his enemies, hell hath no fury like a Luthor scorned. He tugged at the others hair a bit more with a hint of a rough edge to it and he bucked his hips in response to the others negligence, his manhood tensely waiting for attention. He let out a bit of a snarl his voice low and deep, the words laced with a commanding that even Lex found a tad bit unexpected. “I don’t believe I said you could stop Kent.”

Lex’s reaction was more than what Clark could ever hope for and the demanding snarl that came from the Luthor was enough to let the Kryptonian continue his trek for appeasement. His hand came up again to collect the other’s shaft, cupping the hardened length and applying a few good pumps for measure before his mouth came in contact with it yet again. This time it wasn’t just a tasty treat he could just lap, lap, lap at, but his only means of survival that should he go any longer with out, he’d likely lose himself forever. He gorged in all that was Lex Luthor, his watering, hungry mouth lubricating the length as he pressed on, suckling, licking, tilting and angling his head a bit with each back-and-forth motion. Another hum resonated from the youngest Kent as he massaged the very same manhood that his mouth so avidly housed. He was by no means an expert at this, even under the influence of his crimson rock, but even so instinct had emphasized his mindset which allowed him to progress as well as he did. He couldn’t speak, in fact, he hadn’t wanted to, but he was indeed making enough noises for the both of them, churring and cooing into the delicious extravagance that he was now firmly attached too.

Lex tossed his head back pulling at the youths curled locks as the other stroked him a few times before applying his mouth against Lex’s erection. Lex had half a mind to hold the youth still and ravish the boys mouth. But he forced every fiber of his being to hold himself back favoring instead to let out a deep breathy moan. When the other began to suck his length Lex’s mind went blank as his eyes seemed to roll back into his head, allowing the hungry, needy Kent boy to have his fell of the older male. Not wanting to interrupt the other in his glory as much as he wanted to, his body shivered as he held himself back all his senses however were flying from his mind and sooner then later he wasn’t going to have any left. As the other worked the Luthor with all the new skills of someone fresh Lex would of never known, had he not been good friends with the Kent boy, that he had never done this before. Gods it was too much, even for a veteran at the game like Lex, without a second thought Lex bucked his hips somewhat forcefully against the others mouth, had Lex been in the right mind he would of stopped himself from doing that in the first place, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it, so instead he favored not to hurt the other, that was all inevitably he could do however. He wanted more, he wanted the younger male to engulf him completely by any means necessary

While Lex held his inner turmoil, Clark kept pace with his own likeness, twisting his tongue in circles about the tip, moving his lips in lingering suckles until his mouth practically caved around the morsel yet again. It was a pattern, the shifting teasing antics, the massaging strokes, the empowering mouth, and before he could do much of anything else Lex’s hips practically did what was left for him and Clark’s throat had taken in the length in all its grandeur. Thankfully the youngest Kent didn’t buckle or choke under the sudden intrusion, but the experience was new to him despite his exotic intrigue and ecstasy infested pheromones. He paused for a short time allowing himself to adjust to the newness before he continued, groaning some as the adjustment took its toll on his lack of obvious experience. He began to address the other again, attempting to recount his steps and deal in with the bigger picture. This was what it was all about, Clark realized and he would go on until the finishing no matter how deliciously intrusive this all felt. He gained speed again, swallowing Lex’s entirety before withdrawing only to do so again and again in a ravenous repetition. Clark began to agonizingly realize the tightness in his own pants now, and this made the boy slightly cross taking his growing need out on Lex as though it would mollify him somehow.

As the younger males mouth moved across Lex’s erection with engraved skills and techniques Lex found himself unable to believe that this was all happening, it seemed like a dream, a good dream, but a dream none the less. His grip in the others hair tightened as he allowed the other male to adjust to the bucking of his hips, making sure the boy stayed where he was, if he tried to back out now there was no telling what the eldest Luthor was capable of, so it was much better to just make sure he stayed in his current spot and to Lex there was no other place he would rather be, not was there any other place he would have the other then right here, right now. As the other danced around his cock with his mouth Lex felt himself groan with delight, once again he was at a loss of words, so he simply used the ones that came to his mind first. “Oh… Fuck yes…” He tried not to swear around the other, but Lex was maddened by the moment, and there was no holding back now. Infact as the other found his rhythm once more Lex found his hips bucking against the other once more in a fit of wanting and lust. Had Lex not been caught up in the moment he would of done something to help the young farm boy along, but he could barely keep himself sane enough to hang on at this point, let alone was he able to form anything resembling a thought on how to please the other. No right now, even though Clark held the reigns, it was all about Lex. He was in charge, as he should be and there was nothing that the younger male, or anyone else for that matter, could do to make him slip from that mindset.

At this point, Clark wasn’t loathed to hearing Lex utter his expletives; in fact, he unleashed a wanton growl in his task at the sound of his pleasing voice. It was the driving urge he needed, and just barely he readjusted himself without disrupting his movement so that he could tend a bit to himself. It wasn’t what he had wanted to do, but things had gotten far too intense for the Kryptonian to handle and he needed alleviation as well. Lex was too much, this was too much, and the necklace was drastically affecting him as well. Clark was falling more and more into his sensual stupor, but he maintained a grasp of intelligence through the nearly feral deviations as his free hand worked diligently at his own slacks. He was nearly driven over the edge of completion as it was thanks to Lex’s responses, his harshness in both rejoinder and vocal reactions, but he felt the edge slipping away from him with a fiery need of attention. He hadn’t taken his entire focus off of the Luthor son, but just enough to get where he needed to be, on his knees and upright some rather than slumped forward entirely against the other’s crotch. The struggle with his slacks had finally been won and a pair of plaid boxers peaked from the ebony crevices of his clothes. He dug about a bit in an almost frenzied array until his hand came in a warming contact with his own length. The sheer touch alone gave Clark a maddening rush and a vibrant groan exploded around Lex’s cock in response.


Lex felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as the others mouth wrapped around him, and he felt his knees lock in pure blissful tension, but Lex growled. No this was all going to fast, way to fast, and subconsciously he knew he must make it longer, it was everything he wanted and more and damn him if he let it finish before its prime. He grabbed hold of the other's hair and pulled his head away from his cock much to Lex’s own displeasure but it was worth it in the end, instead he redirected the boys attention towards his face, his green-grey eyes darting about the other before resting on the males own blue hues his eyes sparking with a passion so often hidden behind his cool façade, a passion reserved for things he truly wanted. He leaned down towards the other, whispering in the younger males ear, his lips touching the soft lobe gently as he spoke. “Tell me, Clark. Have you ever laid on fine silk?” His voice poured out laced with a lust and need that called for fulfillment. He had a feeling he knew the answer to his proposed question, after all he did consider the young Kent boys upbringing but at the same time he felt the question a prominent one as it effected the outcome of the devious plans that the youngest Luthor had floating about inside his head.

Clark’s mouth worked surprising wonders on the delicious treat that was splayed before him, or better down the length of his throat. His purring and needy noises, shifting wriggling motions with his grasp about his own cock was all entirely ceased by the Luthor’s willful application to his head of curls. Clark hissed, glaring upward at the culprit who apparently stole away his indulgence “What the hell, Lex?” he snapped nearly inaudibly. Had the Luthor not been so insistent, much less slick in his next deviation, Clark would have entirely disregarded the gesture and continued with his suckling. The lips that landed precariously at his ear made him stop, demanded his attention, and commanded the younger of the two to abide by whatever it was Lex Luthor breathed hotly into his ear. Clark was a willing slave to the deviousness that stemmed from the Luthor and the increasing high he was getting from the contact of his necklace and his now exposed chest. In reply to the man of power, the Kryptonian gritted his teeth, seething with an overabundance of lust and need. “N-no,” he barely managed, fighting his urge to throw himself at the other as he spoke. He wondered where this was going, but hopefully it was getting there fast. Clark would have ran them to their destination in mere seconds had he known where it was…

It literally pained Lex to draw his attention away from him but Lex valued his privacy and he realized their true open-ness of their situation, and if his house wasn’t abuzz with help he would be all for their devious actions here in his office. He moved his hands across the others cheek and then placed it underneath the younger males chin. “My room… Now…” He said forcefully it wasn’t really an option it was a command. He shifted away from the other, motioning him to follow his pace hurried, wanting to get to the destination as quickly as humanly possible, though lamented on the fact that it was extraordinarily difficult to run with a boner. Never the less he led the boy to his room and half slammed the door behind him, removing the rest of his clothing in a flash of trained movements. He had had enough of letting Clark lead, it was fun at first, and he had gotten a rousing out of it, in more then one way, but it was time for a dominance check and even if he had to wrestle the younger for it, which he honestly didn’t mind doing, he was going to get his way. He watched the other for a moment before leaning into the other rather forcefully pushing him in the direction of the older males bed. Lex could be quite forceful when he wanted something, and he wanted Clark, he wanted Clark more then anything else in the world.

Clark’s face with flushed with such a hue of red that it was hard to gather which emotion he was feeling at the time. There was a mix of rage, impatience, and irritability at the sudden stop, but also allure, desire, and an unending desperation. When Lex adjusted himself somewhat to conceal the item of interest from the craving farmboy, Clark’s eyes nearly fumed as much as his temperament, an odd shade of scarlet fell over them that quickly dissipated and could have been easily blamed on the sheer fire of the situation in itself. Upon Lex’s command, Clark obliged gratefully. Perhaps they were going to continue, hopefully, because the need was too intense. Upon the traverse up the set of stairs that led toward Lex’s master room, Clark took the Luthor’s pant loops from behind and jerked the other into somewhat of a forcible kiss. The motion was dangerous, Lex could have fallen, but Clark made certain that both he and the railing would prevent that. Eventually the two, in their vicious passionate cycle, made it to the Luthor chambers. It was extravagant and had Clark been in his right frame of mind, he would have taken in the scenery for all it was worth, but the sudden disappearance of his friend’s clothes was more than enough scenery for Clark Kent. There was a separation of the two in that Clark was still clothed, at least partially but his pants had been left undone from his previous antics, just he himself was concealed within them again and when he felt the sway of Lex Luthor thwart him from his thoughts again, Clark followed in suit, growling into the kiss and scrambling in the direction he was guided in.

Lex caught but a glimpse of the younger males anger and found himself even more aroused then he had been before. For the simple fact that Lex had all the power in this situation, not Clark, not anyone else other then Lex Luthor, and that was how the other liked it. However the eldest Luthor was not prepared to have the other pull him for a kiss, not that he was opposed to it in the least bit however, and he leaned in towards the other, making sure not to knock the other over in his kiss, and when they parted he just about pulled the other up the stairs, and towards the youngest Luthor’s lair, his own little fortress of solitude if you would and as he locked the other inside and prying eyes out he began to work at the younger males pants, feeling the others stiff erection against his hands as they snaked into Clarks trousers. He pushed the other against his bed in a somewhat rough motion and slid them off and tossed them aside in a flurry of black cloth. Unable to hold himself back any longer he also made short work of the males plaid boxer shorts, and had he had a lick of sanity left he would of laughed at the fact that even the farm boys underpants were plaid. Instead he took a step back absorbing the sight that lay on the older males bed. It was truly a sight to behold, and to be honest Lex couldn’t of pictured it any better then what was sprawled before him in all his glory. The mere sight of it drew Lex past the point of no return, he was entranced now beyond all reason. “God I just want to fuck you…” He said licking at his upper lip a bit deviously.

Lex’s constant grasp on the situation continued to surprise Clark, even in his state of sexual and meteor mania. The returning forcefulness, the claim Lex Luthor practically made on Clark’s lips—it was all to much for the Kryptonian mind to wrap around. Glistening against his chest on its silvery hoist, the rock rolled about in his movements, bouncing tauntingly and emitting its euphoric wonders into the bloodstream of a rather spellbound adolescent. Lex’s digits worked wonders on Clark’s sleek black trousers and before he could make heads or tails of the other man’s actions, they had already been dismissed from his personage as with the plaid boxers. It was a lovely contrast on what Clark had been wearing and an obvious display that the farmboy was still in there somewhere, beneath the the high. When his body had collapsed against the bed from an insistent Lex Luthor, Clark moaned giddily. The comforter meshed with his body, the tan mass that was Clark Kent sculpted from more than just a young lifetime of work on a farm but a design of perfection from his Kryptonian heritage. His face turned some and he nuzzled the blanket with a soft simper of enjoyment as Lex observed him. If the man was going to stare, Clark would give him a show. The only piece of anything left on the boy’s body was the rock and the estranged bit of otherworldlyness seemed to fit perfectly, a masculine accessory to the already ravenous situation. He laughed quietly, a dangerous sound as Lex stated his intentions, “Oh really, Lex?” he sounding teasing, as though there were no official promises that anything would actually occur. Instead he adjusted himself, wriggling suggestively for the other, his legs parting just a bit in somewhat of an unspoken come hither.

The older of the pair watched as the other male writhed beneath him, god he was so delicious. It took all of Lex’s will power not to simply slam into the male with everything he had, but he wanted this moment to last, and last he was going to make damn sure it did. Lex took notice of the necklace now for the first time now that the other male lay beneath him unclothed. He half felt the strange urge to rip it from the other males neck, but did not, as it looked to be some sort of family heirloom and getting the Kents even more pissed then they already were at him was not really in his list of things to do, so he left the necklace on as he pressed the other against the bed. When he fell backwards onto the black silk Lex steadied himself against the ground leaning in towards the other, Grinding his hips against the other males on with a bit of a feral growl like moan, a shiver coursing through his spine as he felt hard flesh against flesh as they crossed swords the sensation causing Lex’s head to buzz with its primal need for contact, he leaned in towards the other pressing him into the firm mattress below. Kissing him forcefully yet with an air of delicate passion sliding his tongue inside the younger males mouth to taste every inch he possibly could of the Kent boy. He leaned backwards a bit panting heavily after their deep kiss needing air before he could speak. “Really Clark, you drive me wild.” Usually Lex wasn’t so outspoken, atleast not during relations of a sexual nature, but it seemed that the other male brought out the best and worst of Lex Luthor. Lex buried his head into the nape of the others neck the second time around bitting and nipping at the males collar bone playfully unable to control himself.

All of the lustrous and perfectly delegated movements of Lex Luthor was nearly more than Clark could handle and every word that was uttered out of the man’s mouth, be it the vulgar swears or the sheer fact that Clark’s existence drove him over an edge of no return, Clark felt himself melt into the satisfaction of his drug-like rapture and Lex’s absolute dominion. “Oh god Lex, whatever you do, you do, you gotta do it quick. I..” The boy had to take a moment, swallow his sexual famine and catch his breath before he could complete the, “I need you!” The connection of their hardened lengths caused Clark to bump his hips upward, a grinding sensation was needed and Lex had already been well on his way to oblige. Unlike Lex, Clark was unable to hold back any mishaps in his composure so his outcry was vibrant, a youthful roar that resonated from his gaping and breathless maw. He wasn’t experienced in this field, but the accursed piece of eradiated rock was to blame for his lack of self-possession and thusly he was at the mercy of his sudden gain of faults. The kiss inspired more squirming and grinding from the younger of the two and Lex’s ginger snaps at his neck and collar bone was enough to cause the boy a minor spill, a pre-ejaculation as it were, but nothing compared to what was hopefully to come. The sounds of excitement that mixed with his incident gave a clue that Clark was in the game, so far gone to the proceedings that he was at the disposal of the man above him. As Lex was slowly slipping away from reality and more into his feral mindset, Clark seemed to follow, his air of trust around the other ever present even in his current state, and yet there was something about Lex that had always entangled Clark in wonderment, intrigue, and blatant wanting to be amongst the man.

As the youth mentioned those delicious words all hell broke loose inside Lex’s mind and he found himself suddenly seeing white. Driven on by his words and the grinding of the others hips against his own and Lex lost it, his original plans were to have the boy writhing underneath him every way he could, to have draw out their first encounter to have it last forever but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer, most of the time Lex was a composed individual but as he hovered above the youth he couldn’t help but loose himself in all that was Clark Kent. He moved his arm to wrap underneath the other males leg and slid him further down the bed with one powerful move. Lex dully noted that the other weighed more then he himself, however with the frictionless silk bedding the movement was fluid and easy. Lex wasn’t really surprised after all, he knew the youngest Kent was built but that came into a whole new context as he lay on Lex’s bed unclothed. It was wondrous to say the least. All that aside he then crawled onto the bed, straddling the youths legs with his arms as he moved closer towards the younger males erection, he ran his hands down towards the youths knees and spread them apart taking a couple of playful licks at the cock before him throbbing for attention inbetween licks of is prize he took a moment to lap at his own fingers using his own brand of lubricate because to try and find any, if he even had it, in the heat of the moment wasn’t going to end very well, so that would have to do. He kept the other distracted with his playful licking as he moved one of the slicked fingers towards the others entrance, taking a glance at the other to make sure he wasn’t backing out, though at this point Lex seriously doubted that and with his reassurance began to work at the others entrance, using his other hand to steady the boys hips against the plush black silk.

Everything was a blur to Clark, and a sheet of red came over him in one passionate swoop. He could no longer make up from down, right from left, good from bad, nothing made sense, everything made sense—he was entirely lost to the fitful whorls of Lex’s zeal. He needed the other in more than just their tainted friendship, but metaphorically speaking the ‘tainted’ had taken on a literal meaning. Clark Kent was nothing more than a writhing, noise-making teenage boy trapped in the silky Eden of the Luthor son’s master room. He allowed the other his complete control, panting excitedly, staking no retort to any arrangement the Luthor applied to his ever loving willing form. Hands climbed the breadth of Lex’s palatable chest, fingers coiled as though they were ready to tear into the hot flesh of his best friend. Rather, he kept his hold about him, resisting the urge to rip the man apart with a fervor he’d never felt before in his life. In order to soothe his need some, those very same fingers drifted some, digits coming in loving contact with the other man’s nipples and soft tweaks were given, a mild twist and a ravenous look that befall his already hungry visage. When Lex had taken the reigns, Clark blindly followed and there was no regret in his decision and no backing out for that matter, but all this was severely supported by the older man’s mouth which danced playfully over and about his erection. This made the boy holler again, a desperate sound followed by a muffled whine of longing. Clark Kent was apparently a verbal lover despite his lack of actual sensible communication. “Lex, ah!” He managed a name, but that was about it. It was pathetic really, but considering his mental fragility, Clark Kent was a lost cause to recovery at this point. He was Lex’s now. The intrusion of his bedfellow hadn’t gone unnoticed, however, and the young man hinted at surprise, but in all aspect he was far too fallen into the moment, a welcoming party greeted Lex at the boy’s entry—a warmth and tautness that was yet to be had for the first time. In reply to all of this, Clark’s eyes ceased to see, hidden behind tightly knit lids as the through himself into the sheets elatedly.

Lex watched the other’s motions for a moment, urged onward at them along with the noises that came from the young male. Got it was so delicious the noises the young male made, every inch of Lex was screaming the words “Fuck him.” But he held himself back, keeping in mind that the other was new to this whole world, and in a way so was Lex, however he was not new to the world of sexual endeavors, and the concept was completely the same just with one added part. Lex removed continued to tease at the other male doing the best he could to prepare him, the last thing Lex wanted to do was hurt the other, however he knew either way that he was going, it was inevitable when you tainted a virgin and while Lex wanted nothing more then to insure that he wasn’t going to hurt his best friend, he also couldn’t stop himself because of that fact, oh no he was finishing what he started now. There was no turning back, as the two were enthralled in the heat of passion and lust. He let out a moan as the other fondled about with his chest, Lex’s head, among other things, pounded as they moved and he needed fulfillment, and he needed it now. He slid his finger from the other male, determining that it was as ready now as it ever was going to be and he shifted himself grabbing a hold of the other males leg wrapping it in the nook of his elbow as he used his free hand to steady his cock at the ready, it took all of Lex’s sanity not to slam into the male right there and every inch of him told him to do so, but he wouldn’t bring himself to do such a thing to the younger male. Instead he placed his tip just outside the boys entrance and leaned in towards the other keeping their mouths just inches apart. “You can back out now, if you want.” He said his voice harsh and wispy, he had little to no breath left in him it was taking all of his will power just to hold himself back let alone speak. It was more a formality then anything else after all he wasn’t so sure he would allow the other to get away from him, and he might in all honesty take the boy anyway. But it never hurt to ask, the last thing Lex wanted was a ruined friendship.

Lex Luthor was a man of power, prestige, and sexual prowess and it wasn’t often he took so much consideration for his partners in bed. He certainly was a practiced individual with the ability to utilize desirability, lust, and charisma to his advantage and Clark Kent was ever the pawn in his ploy. The boy abandoned the others smooth chest to linger about the sheets, his kneading fingers fisting the silky onyx pools in a desperate need to fulfill his palms with some sort of appeasement. The next move on the board would once again be dealt by Lex Luthor and Lionel’s son was more than just a professional at his hand in passion, but a sovereign dictator of sensuality and the Kryptonian was entranced into the Luthor’s kingdom of seduction. The fingers that were indulging in the innocent of a one young Kent had been removed, and suddenly Clark felt at a loss as though there was definitely more to this than just that. A brief dissatisfaction came to him in the gnashing of teeth and a quick growling retort. He felt vacant, emptied of something that could have been absolutely ravishing. However, opportunity took yet another stance and his writhing had been stilled as Lex made the appropriate preparations, his now barely protruding tip posing as a reminder of what the fingers had since left. Clark’s eyes flashed again, the reddish gleam took on a shade that nearly mimicked the wandering rock about a now smoldering chest. He now watched Lex’s eyes, the moment—the silent exchange after the Luthor had posed his query left Clark to wonder. For a brief, slight, ever so miniscule moment the farmboy appeared fretful, nothing like the entirety of his mood in this evening’s antics; it was as if he were reaching out of his high, but it was nearly dismissible, and he slyed Lex a grin of the ages, “Lex, if I wanted it to stop, I would have said so a long time ago. What are you waiting for?” Obviously he didn’t know what to expect, but his grasp on his guiltless lack of knowledge was buried beneath the red.

Lex couldn’t help but lick his lips as the other wiggled beneath him, god it was so arousing watching the other squirm beneath him. He leaned in towards the other pressing into him with a need that far surpassed anything the young Luthor had known before, leaving his lips on the other as he spoke once more. “Very well then.” He whispered before placing his lips back on the other as he adjusted himself to make his hips level with his destination with slow deliberate movements the other pressed into him. Feeling his right entrance encase his cock, Clark’s inner walls so fresh and new, calling out to be ravished, though Lex kept that to himself. He groaned against the others lips, making sure not to break their kiss, distracting the other from the inevitable feeling he was bound to get, a mixture of pain and lust. Atleast this way he had something to focus on, something to have as Lex continued on his passion filled endeavor. It took a bit of fighting on his part but he continued to slide into the other in a slow movement trying not to drag it out but trying not to force all at the same time. The other needed to adjust to him, and Lex knew that, but he was so tantalizing without even knowing it, and it took all of Lex’s strength to keep himself from pulling out and pounding back into the other male. He could save that for later, he prepared himself mentally for whatever it was Clark was going to do in retaliation to the intrusion, not that Clark would do it on purpose or really mean to, but Lex knew it was coming after all if ever he was on the receiving end, which was highly unlikely, he would be bound to do the same thing. With a grunt he finally had buried himself in the other male, panting heavily as he waited feeling the others tense body around his erection drove the Luthor completely mad, god he wanted Clark, in every aspect of the word, he wanted nothing more then to just lay him out, but that would only fulfill a selfish need that Lex had bubbling inside him. “God, your so tight Clark.” He managed to say finally, though he wasn’t really sure what that had to do with the situation at hand, but he felt like saying it so he did.

The taste of Lex was invigorating and a necessity for life itself at this point and Clark savored every inch of the other’s lips. Mission accomplished for the Luthor—the boy was completely taken by the throngs of passion and diverted from the next objective on the Lex’s agenda. The sleek man above him had won the boy over in so many ways, in a moment Clark fell into a zone where time itself seemed to slow; the speed zone. He reminisced the many times he had shown up at the Luthor manor in need of some enlightenment, some Lex Luthor know-how and other occasions where the young Luthor had inspired him to take the steps at winning over one Lana Lang. There was even a truck in the mix of his recollection. A beautiful truck with a very large bow on the hood and the prospect of owning that vehicle had been something Clark creamed his pants over when he had seen it. ‘Maniac in a Porche,’ the card had said. Lex was different, a bit more segregated from his common group of friends and Lana Lang was typically off limits to the farmboy, and in some case Lex out was quite out of his league as well. He hadn’t realized it but everything in the room was slowed to an unreal descent. Lex’s lips were in mid movement, the beauty of their delicate pallor was more than Clark could rightly handle and he simply stared, watching him move in again. The kiss connected and as if it were the switch back into the world of the normal, everything had its own official pace with time again and then there it was, the entry. He couldn’t stay like this, lip-locked with Lex Luthor and endure this feeling he suddenly have building literally inside of him as the man moved further and further within, planting himself firmly. Clark twisted his face from Lex’s and growled into the sheets, biting harshly the glistening black fabric rather than the Luthor’s lip. He wanted to mention the pain, but his condition worsened, the blanket of crimson running the show from here on out and lust took precedence. “Aah, Lex, I-I’m glad you appro—nng approve..! Go on, please!” he practically begged biting back the pain. Instinctively the boy arched upward some, his body responding to the unwarranted need of longing and misuse.

Lex smiled a bit against Clark’s lips and began to gyrate his hips a bit, feeling at the other male with his erection, taking in everything that was Clark Kent, his soft pillowy lips, his tight needy entrance, his body as it shifted and responded to the others motions, Lex shuddered a bit and let out a grunt, feeling a bit of himself sneaking into the other male, it was in no way the fit of a climax he was sure to have it was an added lubricant as the other began to pull out of Clark a bit as the other arched his back against Lex’s, Lex placed a commanding hand on the Farmboys back, allowing his hands to dance across the sweat riddled back of the other male. He noticed as the boy seemed to go off into his own little world as there kiss seemed to falter just for a bit, but with a buck of his hips he had entered the other male a bit more forceful then the last. Lex was trying his best not to loose himself but the other male was so tantalizing, he needed the other male, he needed to lay him out underneath him, and for lack of a better words, fuck him silly. He felt he would never get another chance such as this as Clark was normally untouchable, his innocence and morality kept the farmboy and the millionaire apart on most occasions, most often Clark came to Lex with thoughts, concepts, Ideas, Help, and Lex didn’t think of it in a selfish sense, but Clark came to Lex when Clark needed something, and Lex was more then happy to oblige the teen. But it was Lex’s turn to need something from Clark, it was time for a payback and Lex always made sure you receive his payment for services rendered. He could see the mixed emotions painted across Clark’s face as he spoke, but Lex was so blinded by his need of fulfillment he pushed them to the back of his mind for now. “You’ve got it…” He said simply as he pulled out, only to pound into the other right now the movements were slow and trained, but Lex could feel a lust bubbling up inside him that was going to boil over eventually,

There seemed to be a connection the two suddenly shared that wasn’t there before, and it was the way things fit. Lex’s hand shifting behind Clark to support both the boy and himself in this voracious entanglement and suddenly a drawing of reactions started to emit. As any sheep would, Clark followed the Luthor’s movements finally, his slow temptation drawing out the encounter, allowing Clark to become acquainted with the concepts. One thing Clark Kent had, was in the lineage of his namesake, via the House of El. In this name, every endowment was birthed through the right of the yellow sun, his body sensitive to the slightest gesticulative meanderings of his friend and the tiny release within him instigated something in the boy. He could feel every inch of Lex’s cock, penetration, pause, withdraw, penetration, pause. It was more than he could bear, and the sting of the motions were null to his raging hormones and the ecstasy that he reaped. Perhaps what was more out of character for the boy was what would happen next—arms finally relinquished their tearing and clawing of the sheets and reached upward locking around the other man’s neck, catching him in his position. His body shivered, quaking in anticipation and lost to the carnal mess that his feral instincts left him. “Oh god, Lex, fuck me! Mm, please!” he beseeched the Luthor urgently. It wasn’t in his nature to unleash such violent expletives, but the situation required it and he spent no time adjusting his body accordingly, legs parting further allowing even more access for his manhood to connect with the looming body of Lex Luthor.

The youths words buzzed inside Lex’s head and that was it, any sort of self control the other had maintained during the whole thing was lost. He shifted a bit allowing himself to get a firm positioning before pulling himself out nearly completely leaving the head of his erection buried inside the male before he slammed into the other in a fit, the ones after that were not nearly as deep As the first but they were equal in there lust filled motions, Lex making sure to burry himself in the other as much as he could with each powerful thrust, as he did so he moved his hand from behind the others back, his fingertips never leaving Clarks hot flesh and he wrapped himself around the youths neglected cock, using his thumb to spread around the boys own precum before taking his hand and moving it across the hard yet tender flesh. He started slow, taking a moment to sync his hand to his thrusting and finally after a few moments found a rhythm of thrusting and pumping that he felt comfortable with and hopefully the youth enjoyed. His body shivered now with each movement his body at a moderate speed currently delighting in every movement the two shared together. “Gods…” Lex mouthed nibbling at the others bottom lip playfully wanting every last inch of him touching Clark, he was going to say more but he was someone at a loss of words.

Lex was left to the world, an entity of sheer unadulterated bliss and at first Clark Kent was there along with him, but the moment that tip plowed into him only to withdraw and do so again, Clark was a vibrating mess of emotions. He was at a complete lack of words, unable to make any coherent train of thought other than the noises that came out of him like any lover of Lex Luthor likely has done in the past. There was no difference in what Lex Luthor did to Clark with what he did with his previous encounters, at least that’s what the manor’s inhabitants assumed. The volume of his trinkets were something they assumed he prided himself on, but Clark was different after all. First off, he was male, and secondly, Lex hardly ever had the occasion to bring any treasures home with him to Smallville. So the scenery was a bit out of place. Nevertheless, it was occurring and Clark’s excitable sounds escaped the very same lips Lex had found himself treated himself to. It seemed that after every pummel into Clark’s body some sort of response was elicited be it a starved whine of need or the torrent of quivering that traveled through his marblesque physique. There was another sensation that only increased the heavenly euphoria of their encounter and that was the working fingers at his manhood. Clark’s head drew back, his bottom lip dragging the very man attached to it with him as he cooed lovingly at the other’s touch. Blue eyes rolled back a bit, captured behind the lids that shielded them as he let himself melt away in the ecstasy. His tongue slid from behind the cave of his mouth and lapped upward at the opposing set of lips, readily drowning himself in Lex’s mouth. Meanwhile his hands held fast, keeping the Luthor steady in his movements. A tinkling sound emitted as the necklace shifted in their brash movements, the ember of a rock rolling about in its glittery array.

Clark Kent was a grand prize all his own as Lex worked the youth beneath him he couldn’t help but lavish in the experience. Clark was delicious in every sense of the word, every little thing he did sent the composed Luthor over the edge, to the point where he was so far gone he wondered if her would ever be coming back. He shifted again making sure not to disrupt his movements of pleasuring the other male, he ran his free hand up towards the back of Clark’s neck giving him a bit more space and using his new position to steady himself and work his hips a bit faster, at this point every single time the thrust into the other male a shudder coursed through his spine, his knees felt week and his lower body twitched with any movement whatsoever. He could feel himself closing in on the kill but he pulled himself together and held himself back, Lex Luthor had been taught, at a very young age to be a shining example of a gentlemen, and gentlemen didn’t get off before the one they were pleasing, that was just plain rude. Instead with the quickening of his pace his thrusts became harder and deeper and each time he hit he adjusted himself every now and that, searching for that spot, that one spot that would send the other into spiraling fits of ecstasy ridden bliss.

There was an insistence in the Luthor that Clark didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, he wanted Lex to keep at it. The pace was quickening, the depth was indescribable and the Kent was relishing in every ounce of it. Whatever goal Lex was aiming for—whatever fancy got his intrigue, he certainly had it and Clark was a wallowing bodily disarray beneath the other in all his power and all his glory. It was primacy to be a Luthor and in these situations, it was required that Lex demonstrate his dominance, his superiority over a mere farm hand, but Clark’s mind was riddled with a hue of red and he put up a tussle, fighting the building urge to succumb to something that almost frightened him. He quickly reached downward and took Lex’s working hand, eyes wide and fretful, “Lex,” he sounded a bit disturbed, “Something’s..something’s happening to me..” His uncertainty was replaced with ardor which in turn was replaced with an unexplainable trip to paradise. His free arm remained about the Luthor’s neck while the other that had been making wary advances at the pumping gestures of his friend which now ceased in struggling, fisted, and his entire body tensed, arched, and released. “Oh g—!” he choked, the air leaving his lungs while his body wracked with the intensity of his climax. Something spilled in profuse amounts in between his legs, showering the pair of hands that had been down there working diligently to make all this possible. The warm liquid pooled in the crevices of their fingers, down further between Clark’s legs, seeping against the actions below, and all about his abdomen in a glistening creamy delight. He was spent—lusciously taken for all he was worth.

The young Luthor continued on his mission bucking his hips into the other male with the same heated fury he had just moments before. On hearing his name he turned his attention towards the other male, doing everything in his power to make sure that his pace did not falter, as the other spoke he felt his body go wild, he wanted to swear curse and scream all at one time but instead he favored to thrust into the male hard as he felt the other reach his peak, he felt the youths insides pull and tug at his cock and he too succumbed to orgasmic realief, he moaned clawing a bit at the others neck letting his eyes roll back into his head and realized in his moment of passion he had wretched the boys necklace clean off, leaving a little red mark where he had tugged it free from is neck before the small chain snapped as he released himself into the other male. Lex frowned, panting heavily as his body tried to maintain its normality once more and he tossed the necklace onto his bed stand in an attempt to not lose it in the males trinket however it fell from the top of the bedstand and down beside it, not matter he would make an attempt to fetch it before the other left. He turned his attention back towards the other a blissful smile painted across his face as he leaned in towards the other groaning a bit as Clark’s insides milked him for all he was worth. “That was wonderful…” He stated his voice hinted with blissful abandon.

In the midst of Lex seeking to complete his own run of things, Clark’s body shuddered in realization. The silvery chain, the little ember of a rock, the glistening pools of fire trapped within Clark’s cerulean gaze had ceased their raging inferno. The bloodstream was instantaneously cleansed of its precarious effect upon the removal in one of Lex’s maddening fits. He felt his body still convulsing in a manner of its own orgasm, the writhing insides of his body encouraging Lex into his finale which came like a rushing tide. Clark froze, eyes widened in complete shock as he felt the Luthor seed spill into him. He released the man’s neck, pulled his hand upward from in between the two and splayed his arms outward, laying like a crucifix in an utterly submissive display while he gaped at the one above him. He noted with a growing sense of awareness that Lex had pulled the necklace free but it was failed to deliver safely to the nightstand. He met the other’s stare again, Lex’s tired eyes looking hazed and contented. The Luthor spoke and Clark heeded him, swallowing nervously. He very well knew what just occurred, but he wanted to know why exactly, what had happened to him, but he wasn’t about to question it now. His body was a traitor in so many ways—the heat coming off of his bedfellow felt amazing, his breathless retreat into a restful stance was so delightful, and a general feeling of belonging had all pretty much convinced Clark to say not a single word about, but that didn’t mean he could not –not- say a single word. “Y-yes. It w-w-was.” He felt incapable of describing himself, much less deciphering himself.

Lex was still buried in the other hilt deep, and felt the other male tense up a bit, however it was different then the orgasmic motions his body had been making just a moment before. He took a moment to study the other his grey-green eyes looking over the other with a curious interest as he seemed to step out of a daze, he hadn’t noticed the redish glint in their passionate embrace but he had however noticed that the other had an air about him that was different then his current air, it was almost as though the farmboy’s outgoing personality had spilled from him amongst other things. He shifted himself a bit, groaning as he slowly slid out from the other, making sure he was slow about the process as not to hurt the other, once he regained himself a bit he turned to the other, keeping themselves a bit apart as he allowed the other to relax a bit. “Are you alright Clark?” the other asked noticing as the other had fallen somewhat un-articulate, which was strange considering the things he had said just moments ago, something was off and right now the youngest Luthor couldn’t place it, but he could however sense it.

Clark’s eyes closed, and a silence befell him as he recalled the events that transpired between the two. Thinking back to the very beginning, a blackness overcame him when he attempted to remember when and where this had all started. He wavered in and out of recollection and flashes of him in his loft came to. A blackened face shrouded in the shadows of obscurity was there before him. He remembered asking who they were, what were they doing there and eventually he could vaguely recall having a verbal spat with the other. Something about.. Something about… “Meteor rocks?” he spoke aloud, a slight trill in his usually withheld composure. Before he knew it the pain subsided and Lex was alongside him, a bit of a safe distance away considering they had just encountered sexual intercourse. Clark’s eyes had been boring unintentionally into the Luthor’s chest, unable to meet the other’s gaze while he mulled over the incident. It only made sense to him upon entry to the Luthor manor. He hadn’t known if he’d driven here, ran here, or any of the sort, but he could distinctly recall entering the double doors and attacking Lex with a sexual assault of the ages. When he was finally able to move passed the way he so willingly flung himself at the Luthor, he broke the trance and looked now toward his friend. He feigned a smile of reassurance toward the man’s query, “Oh, yeah.. I’m fine, sorry. It’s just I’d never done that before and…” He didn’t know what else he could say. He was afraid he might worry the other, or piss him off one. He wasn’t sure which would happen first.

Lex shifted a bit rolling over onto his back with a sigh, trying to regain his composure after that whole incident, he rested for a moment before he turned towards the other placing a gentle hand on the youths cheek and leaning in to place another kiss on the males lips. He was never usually this gentle, this loving with someone he had just fucked. But Clark was different, much different and the other wanted to lavish all affection upon the youth in any way shape or form. He kiss started gentle but morphed into a needy kiss, lapping at the males upper lip as he pushed into the other. It wasn’t necessarily lust filed, it was more need. The need to know the other was still there, the need to feel their lips lock in embrace one more time as if any second now the youth would disappear he did have a bad habit of doing that Lex had noticed. He delicately rubbed at the others cheek as he finished his kiss letting his eyes flutter open as he half forced the other to look at him. “There’s a first time for everything Clark.” He said his voice a soft whisper of silky words as he reassured the other. Lex fought for something else to say, but found his infinite work tank depleted and remained silent for now, simply looking at the other taking in the beauty that was sexually fulfilled and now oddly teenage Clark, Lex felt a bit bad, he had wrapped himself so much into the moment that he had completely disregarded the aftermath of his actions.

Alongside the Luthor was a young man filled with a vast array of unexplainable emotions, a turmoil of need to comprehend the situation and a hinted bout of shame for himself at being so out of control. He was never like this with anyone about anything. He’d never experienced this ravage inner beast that was inside of him and in some light this made the boy fear for his existence. Was this some sort of development in his powers that acquiring or being from another planet as his dad so hazily put it, was it some crazy mating thing? The next thing likely to occur was pregnancy—Oh Christ that would just be freaking wonderful, he thought with a bit of a squint. He felt the fingers of his lover come about his chin and direct his face. Slowly his blue gaze came to be again, wading in the pools of Lex’s hazel eyes which had been a bit concerned looking. Again, the boy smiled and nodded along as Lex spoke. He could tell the Luthor was struggling himself, but not as gracelessly as the Kent boy. “I know, Lex,” he chuckled nervously, uncertain if the sound was actually a laugh or perhaps a choked nervousness. But it hardly even mattered now and their lips would come to be a union of romance. He didn’t dislike the feeling, in fact, through the softness that Lex unveiled, Clark felt himself responding to the kiss just as gingerly, his own mouth allowing the man’s tongue to reign. A sweet whimper resounded from the youngest Kent—a pathetic sound really and it occurred through the kiss in somewhat of a desperate plea for comfort. Clark’s arms snaked around the other, cuddling into the smaller man, shrinking himself as much as possible against the Luthor. And what would happen next would be up to Lex.

Lex had no idea what sort of thoughts flew through the youths minds, as he of course could not read minds. He allowed the other to have his thoughts, watching him carefully with his keen eyes to catch any sort of hint he could use to comfort the youth in some way shape or form. He shifted once more lying beside the other silently careful not to disturb the other too much as he moved and as the other finally met his gaze he let a smile cross his lips as if assuring the other that in this moment, in this bed, everything was alright. As the other spoke silently with a nervous air to it Lex frowned a bit, unsure of whether or not he had upset the youth or not. “You know Clark, I’ll protect you, from everything, even myself if need be.” He stated, he wasn’t so sure why, and had he known the truth about the male before him he would of realized how ironic that statement sounded. But he didn’t and his words were just in their meaning. He didn’t want the other to worry about whatever he was, Lex had made the boy his own, whether Clark knew it or not, and nothing separated a Luthor from its prize. Nothing. He rubbed at the youth’s cheek again and placed a quick kiss on the youths forehead, and chuckled a bit at how sappy he was being. Normally he would fuck and run, but he wanted nothing more then to relax with the other male wrapped up in each others embrace. Though right now he remained motionless allowing the other to adjust to all of this, Lex was used to the blindness passion often had on a person, but to Clark this was all new and Lex respected that, hell in a sense he even admired it.

Reassurance came in numbers with Lex and to see this side of the man wasn’t uncommon, but to this depth, to this degree was entirely new for Clark. Normally Lex was a friendly sort to Clark, jovial in some ways, collective in others, but whatever the case maybe, Lex Luthor valued Clark as a person and more importantly a friend. Somehow this made the boy smile into the other’s chest. In some ways he couldn’t cry over spilled milk, thusly his own and the seed that now swam through him, but he could wonder what had been so damaging to his mentality that would allow him to act the way he did. Lex’s soft utterance was beautiful in itself and this caught Clark’s attention, eyes prying from the lithe expanse of Lex’s chest to refocus on the gray eyes that looked down at him. “Thank you Lex,” he spoke as softly as the other, but his words were not silk. No… They were the smoothness of flannel, speckled even with a plaid design of innocence and virtue. His arms squeezed the man that he embraced, forming only the most minute crevices of their connected bodies. The pull was meant to reassure Lex now, his face dancing downward to inhale the scent of the man before him. Exotic, dangerous, with a seasoned dash of lovingness. It was mildly unfamiliar to the farmboy, and that was when it hit him. “The necklace!” He jolted somewhat from the other and grabbed blindly at his front, patting his chest before he finally used his eyes to realize it had been removed. A streak of panic came over him, his gaze darting frantically about his surroundings as if the little meteor rock would hop out of hiding and present itself to him. “Where’d it—where’d it go?”

The older of the pair had been very out of character lately, and in a way it was someone interesting, Lex enjoyed these bats of crawling out from his comfort zone, and causing others to crawl out of theres. He could only imagine what sort of hell he would receive if certain members of his family, well really the only member of his family now, found out about all this, he could hear the older Luthors nagging voice now and he shook his head, he didn’t want to ruin a moment like this, however nearly being knocked out by the youth as he flew somewhat into a frenzied panic did that for him in a way. He blinked a few times wondering what had come over his friend he shifted and slid out of his bed and leaned down, shivering a bit as his naked feet hit the wooden floor without their shared body heat he was freezing. He scooped up the necklace fondling the silver chain and red rock in his hands a few times. “It seems I’ve broken its chain, if you want I can get it fixed for you.” He said holding the necklace gently afraid that he might break it once more. “Or I could just give you the money for it.” He said making an attempt to hand the necklace back to the youth.

Clark whisked a few glances over the room again a bout of fear and worry came over him as there was nothing yielding results for his findings. He huddled into himself some, feeling the rush of the red rock’s high fully leaving his body—coming down from a high as it were and to this he trembled. Unlike most of humanity, Clark Kent suffered their afflictions quite a bit faster than they, although he was quick to heal as well. It was a two for one in some aspects, but it wasn’t a pleasant feeling he had at this point, whatever it was. Lex seemed a bit startled and to this the nude youth replied with an remorseful stare and a tremulous apology, “I’m sorry, Lex, I—I don’t really.. I mean the necklace was a gift.. I think..” The uncertainty flowed through his words in such an obviousness that even Clark had to second guess their meaning. When the Luthor shivered in the chill of the drafty manor, Clark beckoned the man back to the bed, wriggling some and pulling the sheets out from underneath him. He threw back the onyx fabric to allow Lex’s entry. “No, no,” he shook his head, matted curls jostling a bit and splaying in every which way. “Don’t worry about it. I can get it fixed.” He reached outward, a growing apprehension overwhelming him at the thought of taking the necklace twiddled ever so delicately in the hands of his best friend.

Lex watched the other with a curious nature as the other seemed worried about the necklace, he wondered vaguely why the other was so concerned about something that seemed so little. But Lex dared not question it, atleast not now, though the thought was filed in the back of his mind underneath the curiosity that was Clark Kent. As the other wiggled underneath the sheets of his bed Lex felt a sly smile curl on his lips, feeling proud of the fact that he had managed to get the other settled into his bed and it took a lot of willpower not to jump right into the bed as the other motioned for him to Join, but he strode across the room, stopping at his dresser opening the first draw and fiddling about inside it for a few moments until he found what he had apparently been looking or, he opened the small black box and tossed a pair of cufflinks that were sitting inside into a tray atop the dresser and slowly placed the necklace inside it. “There, that way you wont lose any of it.” He stated walking back over towards the other and placing it gently on the bedside table, in its black velvet case now. He pulled back the covers and slid underneath them, half having the mind to jump back atop the other male. But he kept that thought to himself and simply slid back in his spot beside the other. Absorbing the youths body heat once more with a sigh. It had been a long time since he had actually had shared a bed with another, it was a welcome experience that he wanted to dote on, rather then ruin it with the young males insufferable randy-ness.

Clark let out a sigh of craving as the Luthor pulled away from him and strode in the godliness that was his nude form. The younger of the two caught himself staring away, watching the man’s graceful glide across the wood floor of the Luthor manor. He pulled the sheets over himself, up above his lips and beneath the tiny crook of his nose as he observed the other. Lex pulled a velvety black box from one of his drawers and then something glittery out of said box after that. The boy tilted his head, attempting to figure out what the other was up to until he noticed the fiery rock slid into the box. Something akin to relief came over Clark when this happened and honestly he couldn’t understand why, but the fact that the wave of guilt and shame was slowly melting away, he could careless. When the Luthor came into the sheets to join him again the embrace was rekindled and Clark quickly darted into Lex’s arms in seeking both comfort and the feeling of their union once more. He was a mess in actuality, the Kryptonian cream a sticky residue in between his legs and all about his abdomen. He didn’t really think not to keep the Luthor’s sheets clean, but he probably should have out of respect considering his mannerisms. “Thanks Lex,” he said referring to the box, but a mild undertone of gratitude for the Luthor as well. And then there was silence, a quite appreciation for one another, but a feeling for sleep crept suspiciously around the crevices of his consciousness and slowly his breath began to shallow.

As the other slid back into bed with the other male, he wrapped himself around the other male, their bodies seeming to meld together in perfect harmony. The incident with the necklace almost completely forgotten. He wrapped his arms around the other males neck, running his hands through the younger males hair idly, even though the Luthor had learned to live with his baldness he often found himself a bit jealous of Clarks luscious locks. However it was enough to simply run his hands through the others hair for now. “You are more then welcome Clark, I would do anything for you…” He stated simply leaning in towards the other and kissing the other one finale time before resting his head against the others listening to the younger male as he began to settle into the sleepy stupor that oh so often came after a sexual encounter, when all ones energy was spent, and nothing remained but that blissful high feeling, which was delightful but at the same time tiring as hell. He didn’t rightly care about his sheets, he had many others, he also didn’t rightly care that the other was about to fall asleep on him, oh no instead he watched the other as he settled, feeling himself get a tad bit sleepy as well but the sight before him of the near asleep farmboy was to much not to watch. He took a glance over at the clock and noticed it was quite late at night and he wondered vaguely if he should allow the other to sleep, and decided in selfishness to make him stay, after all he was safer here with the Luthor then sleepily trying to make his way home right? The other smiled in honesty he didn’t want the young male to leave, ever, he wanted to wake up beside him clad in nothing but the skin on their backs, although the concept was strange Lex couldn’t think of a better way to wake up.