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We Make Our Own Destiny: Ageless (Prologue)

Fandom: Smallville

Rating: E

Pairing: Clex

Word Count: 6433

Warnings: smut, bottom!Lex, foreplay, dirty talk, brief oral, rimming, multiple orgasms, anal fingering, anal, bottoming from the top, The Princess Bride references

Summary: Lex finally gets Clark Kent in his bed.

A/N: yeah, I lied. the prologue will now be three parts, not two. oops.

Part Two:

Lex found himself pinned to the solid oak door the second he closed it behind them, Clark's bulk pressed against him from chest to groin as the brunette dipped his head to capture his lips in a kiss.

"Clark! Didn't Martha tell you to behave", Lex asked with a groan, his head thudding back against the front door as he pulled away from that forever tempting mouth.

"And I did." Clark took advantage of Lex's exposed throat, skimming his teeth over the smooth column of skin hard enough to sting, but light enough that any resulting redness would fade away within minutes. "I kept my hands to myself the whole ride here."

"Wow, ten whole minutes. What a - oh, shit, yeah - a hardship."

"It was, actually, watching you handle that stick-shift. The only reason I managed was 'cause I didn't want you to end up wrapping the car around a tree. You need to stop driving so fast." Clark's broad hands clutched at Lex's waist, lifting him up, and Lex let instinct take over, his legs wrapping around Clark's hips. "You're...precious cargo, Lex, and better undamaged."

Lex heard the unspoken mine in that half-second pause, and an unexpected thrill of arousal coursed along his spine. He was his, had been for a long time, he just didn't expect to like being so owned, possessed. But Clark was his, too, that mutual claim an invisible tether drawing them together against all odds. A rougher nip to his collarbone pulled Lex from his thoughts, and with a groan, he tugged futilely at Clark's hair.

"God, can't…not here, Clark. The staff…"

And with a yelp of shock, Lex felt Clark's arms wind around his back, clutching him close as he sped through the foyer and up the stairs, only stopping once they'd reached the first landing.

"Your room, or mine?"

"Christ, Clark, warn me before you do that!"

Clark stifled a chuckle and nuzzled into Lex's neck.

"Sorry. You know I'd never drop you though, right?"

"I know, I'm just still getting used to the knowledge that you have all these abilities. Seeing, and feeling, them in action like this is a bit more than I was prepared for." Lex tucked his head into the crook of Clark's shoulder, hiding his eyes from the dizzying sight of the world moving past them in a blur. "Alright, my room."

Clark zipped them down the long hallway to where he knew, thanks to a few instances of curious snooping, Lex's bedroom to be. He'd only ever seen the room through the skewed perspective of his x-ray vision, so when he stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind them, he set Lex on his feet and looked around the large space.

Easily the same size as his own, Lex's bedroom was not styled in the same dorm-room-meets-technophile chic that had been utilized in decorating Clark's. Much like the library-slash-office and the media room, Clark could tell that Lex had had a heavy hand in personally picking out the furnishings of the room; rather than the modern, sleek chrome and black leather he saw in the more public rooms of the house and Lionel's LuthorCorp office, the bedroom was tastefully strewn with carefully selected pieces of antique furniture. Each of which Clark was sure had a rich and storied history that Lex had memorized.

Hell, Clark suspected even the bed, that might even be slightly larger than even his own, had once belonged to some minor prince or duke a few hundred years ago. It was placed against the far wall, fitting perfectly within the broad strip of wall that was set between the wide stained-glass windows facing out towards the sprawling garden behind the manor. The windows themselves were currently shuttered away behind thick, velvet curtains of the darkest shade of purple Clark had ever seen.

A door lay off to the left side of the room, and flipping into his x-ray vision for a second, Clark confirmed his suspicion of it being a walk-in closet; one that was nearly as large as the main room. Off to the right, a slightly ajar door led the way to an extravagant bathroom. There were a couple of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves placed around the room, full of books similar in subject to those in the library, and one shelf completely filled with Warrior Angel comics, making Clark smile.

The main source of lighting came from an ornate ceiling fixture that was not quite a chandelier, but not not a chandelier, though there was a lamp on the bedside table that was set on the left side of the bed.

Lionel's decorative tastes had always seemed to smack of the nouveau riche, whereas Lex's private spaces tended to exude old money, and the bedroom was no exception. This looked like a place where Lex allowed himself to just be, all the masks he was forced to wear daily left outside in the gloomy stone hallway. Clark could see himself sharing this space…someday. Tucking themselves under the plush plum comforter after long days at their respective jobs, snuggling into each other's arms as sleep came. It was a room he could see a future in.

"Clark?" Lex's quizzical tone pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned around to see Lex now sprawled out on the bed, his feet bare and surprisingly arousing. Clark felt a dopey smile twist his lips as he watched Lex stretch up to take off his t-shirt, his slightly flagging erection rehardening as whipcord muscles and an expanse of pale, smooth skin were revealed to his sight. He'd seen him naked twice already, but he expected he'd never stop being amazed by the sight before him. "We don't have to have sex, you know? If you're not up to it."

Shaking off the look that he belatedly realized might come off more as sleepy than aroused, Clark let out a snort of laughter, toeing off his boots and crossing the room at a pace just this side of human.

"Trust me, between being a teenager, and alien stamina that seems to be powered by the sun, I'm pretty much always up for it."

The sound Lex made was somewhere between a hungry growl and a groan of despair as he pulled Clark down on the bed next to him as soon as he was in reach.

"God, you're going to wear me out before I'm thirty, aren't you?"

"Nah, with that Kryptonite-enhanced healing you've got going, I think you'll hold up pretty well until at least thirty-five."

"Smart-ass." Lex turned onto his side, propping himself on an elbow to look down at Clark, admiring the sight of him finally in his bed. For however long that lasted. "Seriously though, we haven't really talked everything out yet. Bad as my record for relationships may be, I do want this to work out, Clark. There's a lot you still don't know about my…activities…over the past year, and while I am going to try to get everything halted as soon as possible, with my father back in the picture…"

"Stop." Clark's voice was firm as he sat up, taking Lex's face gently in his hands. "I may not know everything, but I know enough for now. I know I trust you to do the right thing. No couple knows every single detail of the other person's life at the immediate start. It's been less than a day, Lex, I…can we just have one aspect of our lives be normal? Can we just let ourse get used to this, to being together, before delving into the difficult, complicated stuff?"

Looking into Clark's earnest, pleading, dazzling green eyes, Lex felt himself relax, slightly. Normal. Could he even do normal? And just how normal could a relationship really be, between an alien with a savior-complex and a meteor-mutated billionaire who was still clawing his way out of the clutches of his dictatorial father? There was no precedent for something like this, they would have to figure it out as they went through it, and hope for the best. The scientist in him both balked and thrilled at the prospect.

"Alright," the businessman in him won out, "we'll table it for now. But, I want you to stay away from Jason from now on. I don't trust him, or his mother. I think they have their own agenda in searching for the Stones, separate from even my father's reasons."

"I think you're right. About not trusting him. Even Lana was starting to question everything about their relationship; she said that's why she broke it off with him."

"Right," Lex took Clark's hands in his and stretched them up over their heads, pinning them against the headboard as he rolled himself over on top of Clark, half-straddling the broad chest, "now that we've got that all, mostly, settled, where were we?"

Clark gasped at the very sudden resurgence of his arousal, surprised once again by the fluid grace of Lex's movements as he unexpectedly went from beside him to on top of him. All thoughts of the Teagues, and Lana, and Lionel, and anything else they had just been talking about, flew from his mind as the solid, warm weight of his…boyfriend? lover?...of Lex, settled onto him, their fingers lacing above his head, Lex's dipping to press his lips to Clark's in a kiss that was way too slow for his liking. The instant Lex parted his lips, Clark flicked his tongue out, delving past them, seeking out Lex's and urging it into action. They'd done slow and sweet up in the loft, right now, he wanted the rush and urgency that had led them from the front door to here.

Lex let Clark take control of the kiss, following his lead when their tongues tangled, losing himself in Clark's need. He shifted, settling himself in Clark's lap, letting out a moan when he felt Clark's hardness against his own, regretting that they were both still way too clothed.

"Lex", Clark rasped out against his lips between kisses, barely remembering to let the other come up for air. "Oh, God, Lex, want you."

"Yeah? How do you want me, baby? Hmm?"

Clark bucked up, really wishing he could feel skin against skin.

"I want…oh, shit…want you in me this time, Lex."

Lex broke the kiss and let go of his hands, sitting up on Clark's thighs. Clark can't quite figure out the odd look on his face, so he shifts them, sitting up against the headboard and cupping Lex's cheek, the other hand bracing against the bare skin of his back.

"What? What's wrong?"

"I think we should wait before we take that step, Clark."

Clark felt the nervousness he didn't feel the night before make its appearance, confused and suddenly absent of all the self-confidence he'd had the last two times they'd made love. He let his hand drop back into his lap, glad now that he wasn't yet naked.

"I…is it me? Do you…do you not want me like that?"

Lex huffed a self-deprecating chuckle and this time, he was the one to take Clark's face in his hands, his eyes serious as they locked with Clark's.

"Oh, Clark, believe me, I want you. God, I want you, every way imaginable. But, think about it logically." Lex paused, deciding how to word it in less scientific and mathematical terms, knowing full well that Clark may be much more brilliant than his GPA might lead others to believe, but that the young, horny, nervous man probably wasn't firing on all cylinders right at that moment. "You know how, when you're in me, and I'm coming? The way I clench down on you…can you feel that, more than when I'm not?"

"Yeah…kinda. It's…it's like you're suddenly a bit tighter than usual. I mean, it doesn't hurt," Clark hurriedly added, not wanting Lex to think the feeling was painful for him, "it just feels…more. I…oh. Oh!"

"Yes. See, it's not that I don't want to be the one doing the fucking, but I don't think that's really an option right now. Even with all the care you take to keep yourself under control when we're having sex, it's a medical risk. Even humans can't completely control muscle tension during orgasm, Clark, and with your strength…"

"Ow. Yeah, I get it." Clark's face fell at the realization that he might never get to feel Lex's cock inside him, feel what Lex felt that made his eyes go wide when he thrust just so. Then a thought struck him. "What about Kryptonite? It weakens me. I could hold a piece in my hand and-"

"No!" Lex was staring down at him wearing a horrified expression. His grip tightened around Clark's face, though it was still far from painful. "You are not going to subject yourself to the effects of green Kryptonite just for the sake of having my dick up your ass, Clark! How could you even suggest that? I've seen what it does to you, Clark, and I am not going to condone recreational use of something that could end up disabling you."

Clark hadn't expected him to get so upset over the suggestion, and a lump swelled in his throat at how much Lex cared. He seemed just as angry about the hypothetical usage of Kryptonite as his mother had been when she'd caught him trying to use it in order to stay on the football team a few months ago.

"Okay! Lex, okay. We won't use it. I didn't mean to upset you, I just thought…"

Lex's grip loosened and he dipped his head down for a soft kiss, exuding his understanding. Of course he would love nothing more than to sink his cock into that virgin tight hole, stake his claim on the man he loved; but even as sadistic as he could, at times, be, he would never want to see Clark going through that kind of pain.

"I know what you thought, Clark, but the answer is no. At least for now. If it's something you really want to do, I can run some tests, try some experiments with the refined Kryptonite that's still at the factory…but it'll take time."

"I get it. And, thanks. But, when you're working with the Kryptonite, just, be careful. I really don't want to have to deal with another evil twin incident."

Lex shuddered at the thought. From what he'd been told of the incident where he'd split into two separate Lexs', with two separate and opposite personalities, an evil twin definitely wasn't something he wanted to deal with, either. Especially now that he knew Clark's secrets.

"I'll be careful, if you'll be patient." Lex smiled when Clark nodded, and kissed him again, deeper this time, wanting to rekindle the flames they'd allowed to sputter down to embers. "Let's try this again, shall we?"

This time, Lex kept control of the kiss, teasing Clark's tongue with his own before retreating to trace along his plush lower lip, and dipping back into his mouth again.

"You know, I may not be able to fuck you the way you want, but there are still other ways I can make you feel good back there."

Clark's eyes darkened and let out a low moan as his mind provided him with images. Then he remembered their earlier activities.

"Oh, God. Um…maybe I should clean up a little first, if you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting."

"Huh, you know, I actually forgot we're still a little messy from the last round. Guess I should…"

"No, don't. I…" Clark felt his face heat a little with a flush of desire and embarrassment. "I kinda like you a little dirty."

Lex raised an eyebrow, a rush of arousal running down his spine.

"Clark Kent, you're rather kinky, aren't you? Good."

Clark let out a relieved chuckle and rolled them over on the bed, untangling himself from Lex. Speeding into the bathroom, he quickly stripped and washed the necessary areas before zipping back out and on top of Lex before he could even register the shift in position. He definitely registered the sudden lack of clothing, the feel of Clark's warm, bare chest against his making his eyes darken from crystal blue to stormy steel as he clutched Clark back to him.

"Fuck, that shouldn't be as hot as it is."

Clark flashed him a blinding grin and rolled them again so that Lex was back on top, his denim-covered erection grinding teasingly against Clark's. Lex looked down between them and realized it was the first time he'd gotten to see Clark's cock before it was fully hard. He found himself inexplicably entranced by the way the barest tip of it was peeking out from the foreskin, an opaque drop of fluid beading on the slit.

Shimmying down Clark's thighs, Lex bent over his groin, smirking through parted lips as he blew over the head of Clark's cock, watching it twitch. Flicking out the very tip of his tongue, he lapped up the drop of pre-come, letting himself savor the small taste. Last night, he'd been in too much of a hurry, too aroused, too stunned that it was actually, finally, happening, to really enjoy the act of blowing Clark Kent. This time he wanted to make Clark beg for him the way he had begged so mindlessly for the younger man. The whimper that fell from Clark's lips was a good start.

"Patience, Clark. It's barely past noon, and we don't have to leave till six."

"Lex, don't tease."

Shark grin flashed and Lex licked over the head of Clark's cock again, watching with a possessive gleam as the foreskin slowly drew back at his touch. Another slide of tongue brought forth a fresh welling of pre-come that he dutifully cleaned away, continuing the tortuous ministrations until the plump mushroom head of the brunette's cock was fully visible, shiny with his saliva as the thick cock darkened with pooling blood and curved towards Clark's golden, toned abdomen. Sitting up, Lex admired the sight of the ruddy twitching length before finally allowing his gaze to trail up Clark's body.

The young alien's hands were at his sides, digging into the sheets in an effort not to take control again. The sight of the visible strain in Clark's muscles as he fought back his own urges made Lex impossibly harder, his own aching erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Clark was panting softly through parted lips, his eyes dark and glittering with need, like a storm brewing over an ocean. His gaze broke from Lex's and dropped down to his clothed groin, letting out a hungry groan at the way his jeans left absolutely nothing to the imagination as to what state the older man's cock was in.

"God, you're beautiful like this, Clark. So hard for me. Did I look like this last night, when you were teasing me with your dirty talk and your surprisingly detailed fantasy? Did you see me on your bed like this, spread out and needy, aching for more?"

"Yes", Clark croaked out, his voice raw with restraint. He let out a moan of frustration as he bucked his hips into the air. "You were fucking gorgeous like that, Lex. Waiting for me to tell you what I wanted you to do. Please, Lex, show me what it felt like, when I…oh, God…when I ate you out."

Lex growled in victory at getting Clark to beg so prettily, so filthily, this quickly. He'd expected to have to tease the brunette a lot more than this to exact those sweet sounds. He had never thought Clark would be so unabashed about sex. Of course, he'd also never thought that Clark would have received a good dose of sexual education á la Metropolis, either. The two of them were going to have to take a trip to the city sometime this summer, so Lex could see Clark in that unruly environment firsthand.

Knowing Clark was probably reaching his breaking point, and that he would need to feed the young man sometime soon, he took mercy on him, scooting back on the bed to make room.

"Turn over, Clark. Tuck your knees under you."

Lex watched avidly as Clark complied, eyes trailing down the large expanses of smooth, tanned skin. As Clark folded his knees under himself, his ass raising into the air, Lex couldn't hold back a moan at the sight.

"Jesus," Lex swore under his breath, his hand stroking up the back of one broad, muscled thigh, over the curve of the firm cheek. "Would it kill you to have just one physical flaw, baby? You're so perfect, it's not fair."

"Lex," Clark let out a whine, his ass pushing back against Lex's hand as it teased closer to the cleft hiding his most intimate part. "Please…"

"Shh, let me admire you." Lex slid his other hand up to match the first on the opposite cheek, pulling against the warm, soft flesh just enough to reveal the dark pink pucker. "Fuck. You know, on second thought, it just might be worth losing my dick just to have this sweet ass clench around it even once."

"Lex, we've settled this. I like your dick in working order, thank you very much. Now," Clark wiggled his hips in an attempt to entice Lex into action, "would you please eat my ass?!"

Lex felt a shudder run down his spine at how unbelievably hot those words sounded coming from Clark's lips. Unable to deny either of them any longer, he leaned down and licked over the furl of muscle. And was nearly bucked backwards off the bed when Clark contorted in pleasure at the fleeting touch with a loud moan, Lex's grip on his impenetrable flesh barely keeping him in place.

"You really haven't been touched by anyone else here, have you?" Lex's voice was slightly muffled as he breathed the words out against the heated backside, teasing his mouth over trembling flesh. "You okay, baby?"

"Yeah", Clark panted out, struggling not to squirm under the feathery strokes of Lex's mouth. "Just wasn't expecting to be so sensitive there. I usually only feel that much from my own fingers, no matter where I'm touched. I was expecting it to feel less intense. Please, Lex, again."

Wondering if the apparent sensory increase was because of the location and sheer number of nerve endings, or if it was to do with their bond, Lex flicked his tongue out over the clenching hole, prepared this time for the way Clark thrust back against him. Immediately following it with another broad stripe of his tongue, Lex noticed Clark begin to settle, adjusting to the intensity of the sensation. The brunette still rocked back against the lapping appendage, but out of a longing for continuous contact rather than out of shock.

"God, Lex, feels so good. In me…please, Lex,..."

Lex groaned at the sound of Clark's plea, the vibration eliciting a yip of pleasure followed by another whimpered 'in me'. He could feel the puckered muscle loosening as he teased the tip of his tongue around its rim, and he let his eyes fall shut as he threw caution to the wind, unable to resist his need for a deeper taste, not when the beautiful creature beneath him begged for it so needily. He pierced his tongue into the slick passage, stabbing quickly in, aiming where he hoped the nub of nerves would be.

"Oh, God, Leeexxx! Fuck, baby, gonna come! Move!"

Lex barely had time to pull away before Clark went rigid beneath him, a long, loud, moan and cry of his name accompanying the younger man's climax. No way would he have been able to pull out as quickly if it had been his cock sunk so deep within the tight passage. He wouldn't have wanted to, damn the consequences.

His own erection throbbed painfully against the trap of denim containing it as he rained soft kisses over planes of slightly sweat-damp skin, easing Clark through his unexpected release.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. God, it's okay." He slid his hand over Clark's thigh, soothing the trembling limb. "Jesus, Clark, I love how responsive you are. So invulnerable in everything else, yet so humanly reactive to sexual touch."

"Just you…" Clark hiccuped, surprised by the explosive orgasm he had barely been able to hold back long enough to warn Lex. "Only you. It's never been like this. With anyone else."

As Clark caught his breath, he turned over onto his back, pulling Lex on top of him as he shifted away from the wet spot he'd left on the bedding. Lex let himself be maneuvered, the manhandling quickly becoming something he enjoyed; and wasn't that a bit of a revelation?

"Well, that makes us a little more even, then, Clark."

Clark beamed that sunshine smile of his up at Lex, his hand slipping behind Lex's neck to pull him down into a deep, searching, savoring, kiss. Lex welcomed the exploration, mirroring Clark's aroused groans as their tongues tangled. He could feel Clark's cock against his stomach, the damp length still hard despite having just come, and his own twitched desperately in his jeans, aching for relief.

"Clark," Lex moaned against his mouth, his hand scrabbling at the button of his pants. "God, baby, need you in me. Now."

Clark growled hungrily and broke the kiss, pushing Lex up onto his knees astride his lap. Swatting Lex's hand away from its endeavor, Clark trailed his thumb and forefinger down the sides of the very visible erection, squeezing the shaft through the denim in a tease of a stroke. Lex gasped out a whine of need, his hand raising to drag fingers roughly through Clark's hair.

"Christ, Clark! Guess I'm meeting that bitch called payback, huh?" Clark huffed out a dark chuckle, his fingers repeating their tortuous movements. Lex bucked into his loose grip, but was stilled by his other hand as it wrapped around his hip. "Come on, baby, please. Let me, oh, God, let me get out of these jeans already. Want to ride you, Clark, come on."

That, apparently, was just the right chord to strike. The jeans were gone in a flash, air cool on the heated skin of his cock, and the bottle of lube he kept in the top drawer of his bedside table had been located and placed beside his hand where he braced against the mattress. Clark flashed a grin up at him as he recovered, hands stroking up his sides, thumbs stretching out to brush over hard, pink nipples.

"Prepare yourself for me, Lex. I wanna see you stretch that tight hole open for my dick, baby."

Lex fisted his cock in a tight grip, breathing deeply through his nose to keep from coming on the spot.

"God damn, Clark. Do you have any idea how hot you sound when you talk like that?"

"Yeah, I do. And one of these days, I'm going to make you come, just from the sound of my voice. But not today."

Lex dipped his head down for a quick, sloppy kiss, snatching up the lube as he rose back up on his knees. Squeezing out a scant amount of the cool gel on his fingers, he kept his gaze locked with Clark's as he reached behind himself to ease his forefinger into his aching hole. He could still feel traces of Clark's previous release coating his passage, adding to the slickness as he thrust the digit in.

Clark watched Lex's face as he worked himself open, catching the way his eyes widened minutely as he slid a second finger in. His hands roamed restlessly over his pale, smooth chest, feeling the way the lithe body undulated as he fucked himself open. He marveled at how sensually beautiful the older man looked like this, lips parted on silent gasps, hips thrusting back on his own hand, the other gripping at his shoulder for balance. His cock throbbed painfully against his stomach as he watched the wanton display. He let his gaze drift down over Lex's body, his fingers tugging at hardened pink nipples as he watched Lex's cock twitch and spurt an opaque dribble of pre-come.

"God, Lex, you're so fucking hot like this, fucking yourself…c'mon, baby, need you."

Lex groaned, his fingers speeding to ready himself for Clark's sizable cock. He gave silent thanks that he was still a little loose from their earlier lovemaking, knowing that otherwise, there was no way his own slender fingers would have gotten him nearly open enough for the girth he could feel nudging against the curve of his buttocks. Easing his fingers from his twitching hole, he took up the bottle of lube again, pouring out a generous dollop onto his palm. Kneeling up higher, he watched Clark's face avidly as he reached back and wrapped his hand around the brunette's cock, slicking the shaft while Clark let out a grunt of need.

"Fuck, Lex, now. Ride me, baby."

"What's that one country song say?" Lex angled Clark's cock slightly as he scooted back until he felt the broad head pressing against his loosened hole. Sliding slowly down the thick length, he answered his own question in a breathy moan, "save a horse, oh, fuck yeah, ride a farmboy."

"That's…" Clark chuckle-groaned, eyes rolling back in his head at the exquisite pleasure of Lex's ass sinking down around his aching erection. "That's cowboy, Lex. Jesus, you feel good."

"If you don't want me to ride you hard and put you away wet, maybe don't worry about semantics while your cock is up my ass?"

A gleam flashed in Clark's eyes as he grinned up at Lex, the older man adjusting to the girth that filled him completely.

"As you wish."

"Oh, you little shit!" Lex's gape of shock and faux-anger turned into a smirk of revenge as he lifted up, nearly pulling off Clark's cock. "I am not Buttercup."

With that, he thrust himself back down, pulling a delicious groan from Clark. Of course, the action also elicited a shuddering gasp from his own lips as the head of Clark's cock brushed against his prostate.

"Okay, okay…not a princess. I give. Now, please, do that again."

Mollified, Lex leaned forward, bracing himself against Clark's chest, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as he started rocking his hips.

Clark ran his hands over Lex's body, not bothering to try and guide the headstrong billionaire's movements, just luxuriating in the feel of all the smooth, lust-warmed skin available to his perusal, surrendering to the older man's more experienced ministrations.

"Oh, God, Lex." Clark thrust up as he felt Lex buck down, both young men groaning out as his cock sunk deeper. "Fuck!"

As though sharing each other's thoughts, Clark bent his legs up so that his feet planted firmly against the mattress, just as Lex sat back up, leaning back to brace against strong thighs. Clark forced his eyes open, unsure when they had closed, and moaned at the erotic sight Lex made; legs spread wide to either side of him, head lolling back against his shoulders as his torso arched forward, the sight of his own cock disappearing into the slimmer man warring for his attention with Lex's hardness as it bobbed with each movement.

Lex reached behind him, wrapping his hands around Clark's ankles for leverage as he worked himself on Clark's cock. It was a new angle for him; the few times he had bottom from the top, it had been brusque, jerking himself off as he rode his partner hard and quick, caring more for his own release than the other man's. Now though, every reaction he pulled from Clark was noted, filed away for later use. Every time they had sex was a whole new experience, from last night's utter debauchery to this morning's revelatory lovemaking to this odd combination of the two. Sex had never been about love for him, it had always been about power, about control, satisfaction. But with Clark, love was inseparable from it, love was threaded through every soft caress of those huge hands that could crush solid steel in a heartbeat, every thrust, every moan, every kiss. Clark fed every need Lex never knew he had, to be loved, to be touched, to be seen, well and truly, beyond the power of his name.

The electric spark of arousal that coursed through him as Clark's cock thrust against his prostate broke him from his musings, drawing a loud, growly moan from his throat. He could feel Clark thickening inside him, knew the younger man was growing close. He bit back a groan of regret that it would soon be over; much as he wanted it to last forever, his own aching cock demanded its own relief.

"God, touch me, Clark. Please!" Forcing his head to lift back up, he watched as Clark complied, one broad palm sliding up the length of his leaking cock, the other reaching up to tug and pinch at a nipple. "Oh, shit! Fuck, yeah, like that, baby. Just like that. Oh, God, Clark, don't stop."

Clark groaned and thrust up into Lex harder, fairly lifting them both off the bed as Lex picked up his pace, riding them both into oblivion. His balls drew up and he strove to hold out, wanting Lex to come first, needing to feel the clenching tightness around his cock.

"Lex, oh, fuck. So close, baby. C'mon, Lex, ride me hard. Look so good on my cock, baby, taking me so deep…God…tell me you're close."

"I'm right there with you, Clark", Lex moaned out, amazed he was still coherent enough to form words, his orgasm rushing closer with every buck of his hips. He wanted to come now, needed to, but some unseen thing was holding him back. "Oh, God, Clarrrrkkk! Please…"

"That's it, baby. Come for me, Lex. Lemme see you. Oh, Jesus…fuck…now! Come now, Lex!"

And that was it. Something snapped loose within Lex and he felt his release crash into him like a freight train, his hips still thrusting erratically, back and forth between hand and cock. His cock pulsed almost painfully, and he watched with wide eyes as his come jettisoned out, thick ropes of it landing across Clark's chest and neck, one particularly forceful spurt striking across the brunette's lips and cheek. There was a long, loud cry echoing in his ears, and he wasn't surprised to realize it was his. Clark's hips never stopped bucking up to meet his, even as the way grew tighter, his muscles clenching around the thick shaft piercing so deeply.

"Jesus Christ! Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come, Lex, just…so perfect." Clark worked Lex through his climax, fending off his own until the last drop of tepid seed was wrung from the twitching cock in his hand. "That's it, baby, give me everything."

As Lex began to go limp from the exertion and powerful climax, Clark gripped a hand around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Lex licked away the come that covered Clark's bottom lip, tongue delving into his mouth to share the taste.

Clark released Lex's spent cock to wrap his hand tightly around his waist, holding him still as he moaned into his mouth. The taste of Lex's come on his tongue leached away the last of his control, and he held Lex in place as he sped his thrusts almost past human norm, his cock pulsing inside the still-clenched passage, fresh bursts of come joining what remained from before. Lex's hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as Clark rode out his climax, releasing so much of himself that he could feel it start to trickle back out, sliding down his shaft and into the thatch of surrounding curls.

Finally, the last spurts pulsed out, his cock finally softening as he stilled his hips. Lex broke the kiss with a quiet hiss of displeasure as it slipped out, regretting the loss already. He looked down at Clark, both of them panting, and smirked.

"Hey, no floating, this time."

Before Clark could parry the quip, Lex hoisted himself up off of him, stretching out beside him. He leaned over and licked away the smeared trail of come from Clark's cheek, continuing down to his ear when he leaned into the touch with a contented hum.

"Think I'm ready for the rodeo, stud?"

Clark let out a bark of laughter, arms wrapping around Lex's waist as he rolled them over on the bed, careful not to crush the more vulnerable man beneath his weight.

"I'll be your bucking bronco any time you want, baby." Clark kissed him soundly. "That was amazing, Lex. You're amazing."

"Only with you, Clark. It's never been like that with anyone else. I…," Lex broke off, trying to word it right in his mind before voicing the swirl of thoughts in his head. "Clark, I've been with so many people, done almost every kink you could think of…but I have never felt the way you make me feel. Nearly a decade of sex, and it has never been that good, that real."

Clark shifted to brace his weight on one hand and stroked his fingers over Lex's sweat-damp face, smiling when his eyelids fluttered at the gentle caress.

"I love you, Lex."

"I love you, too, Clark." Lex lifted his head to meet Clark's descending mouth in a chaste kiss, feeling the growing bond between them solidifying that much more. "Now. I'm sweaty and leaking all over my very expensive, very nice comforter, and you're going to be itchy if you don't wash that mess off soon. Shower, now, farmboy."

"As you wish."

This time, Lex merely laughed along with Clark at the inference, raising his arms expectedly as Clark clambered off the bed. Clark scooped him up and strode across the room to the adjoining bathroom he had spotted earlier.

"Yeah, you're not Buttercup," Clark mused sarcastically, looking around the opulent room that sported not only a shower big enough for three, but also a separate claw-foot bathtub, and what looked like a small jacuzzi, along with the toilet and sink.

As Clark stepped into the shower and set Lex on his feet, keeping hold of him when his legs proved shaky, Lex merely shrugged.

"If the title comes with unlimited sex from you, and being whisked around everywhere, I think I could get used to being a princess."

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#i was way to tired when i got home yesterday #today!!!#im so excited to read this when i get home #kings day first then amazing smut and relaxing #to read #clex fic #smallville

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