SV. PWP. NC-17.
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lalejandra wanted me to write porn. Okay, not just porn, she wanted some next-level, involved-type porn that I don’t normally even attempt to write -- and in SV no less. And I was like, um, are you talking to me? Damn you people and your kinky ideas. Ah, well, I’d planned to try something new today, anyway, and boy, talk about going all out.
Smallville
Restrained
The hollow of Lex’s neck has taunted Clark since before he can remember, and he starts there because he can.
It’s not every day that Lex agrees to be tied to the bed, and as Clark straddles the restrained figure below him, he catalogues the color of the sheets (white), and the time of day (four in the afternoon, on a Sunday), and all the other things that will make this memory even sharper when he recalls it in the future.
Clark easily progresses from licking and nuzzling to tiny bites along Lex’s collarbones, and these gradually become sharper nips until the blood is rushing to the surface of Lex’s skin, and Lex is cursing his parents and kicking at the corners of the bed.
Clark leaves Lex’s legs free because it’s easier to manipulate him this way; and when Clark lifts his head to kiss Lex, isn’t not soft or comforting. Clark’s kisses are hard presses of lips meant to aggravate. He kisses with a purpose, a driving mesh of tongues and teeth not meant to sooth or placate.
He bites at Lex’s bottom lip a little too hard and sucks a little too much. He leaves bruises as he moves along a restrained arm, and rather than going for the obvious, Clark’s tongue darts out and he licks at the juncture of Lex’s elbow, over and over again. The softest skin is there, and Lex’s curses only grow louder as the bed creaks, and Clark shifts to bite at the inside of Lex’s wrist.
The restraints clatters as Clark licks at the fingers Lex has curled into a fist, and he can’t help chuckling as Lex makes countless threats against his life if he doesn’t start paying attention to the rest of the pale body exposed on the bed.
Most people would never think to threaten Superman; Lex couldn’t care less, and perhaps that’s what turns Clark on the most.
He drops a quick kiss on Lex’s temple after he reaches down to readjust his dick in his boxers. There’s no way he would leave himself that exposed with Lex tied down and kicking up a storm all over the place. As it stands, the frame of the bed is creaking ominously, and Clark hasn’t even gotten to Lex’s nipples yet.
The smirk on his face as he straddles Lex’s hips, again, is something he’s honed after years of watching Lex grace the rest of the world with his amused tolerance. Clark takes much longer than is necessary just to hear Lex curse him to Krypton and back, and his tongue flickers back and forth across the hardened nub as though he were licking an ice cream cone on a moderately warm day.
Clark acts as though restraining Lex is leisurely thing, and he moves from one nipple to the other as though he has all day. It’s only after Lex begins to moan that the biting starts again. A sharp nip here, another one there. The bites are all followed by the soothing flicker of Clark’s tongue, but the rattling of restraints and the wet paint of Lex’s cock against Clark's stomach tells him all he needs to know about the schedule he’s keeping.
Lex says everything is about anticipation, and as Clark drags his tongue down sweat and semen-slickened skin, he really can’t help but agree.
There’s lint, soap and salt in Lex’s belly button, and Clark’s tongue slips in and out as though preparing for something further down the line.
Clark’s thumbs fit in the hollows of Lex’s hips like they were created to sit there, and despite every curse and muttered blasphemy, Clark refuses to hurry as Lex struggles beneath him, demanding that Clark suck him off.
He tightens his hold because he can, but it never actually occurs to him that Lex is trying to get away. If he really didn’t want to be at Clark’s mercy, he never would’ve agreed to the padded cuffs in the first place.
Generally, it’s Clark that’s the one restrained by specially honed titanium and kryptonite handcuffs, but every now and then, Lex agrees to play along. Every now and then Clark has the pleasure of chaining the most powerful man in Metropolis to his four-poster bed and making him scream like the world is ending.
It’s quite an ego trip.
The rest of the world lives in awe of Superman; they think he’s the most amazing thing since the invention of the tractor. Lex, though, isn’t impressed by any of it, and that’s what Clark craves the most:
Where other people beg, Lex dares.
With every arch of his back and thrust of his hips, he dares Clark to push him harder to see how much he can take. He forces Clark to prove how great he is and that it's not all press. This is when Clark’s hands slide between Lex’s thighs, and he pushes them apart so that he can explore damp, musky skin that he already knows better than the back of his own hand.
Clark’s tongue flickers over the head of Lex’s cock as he rolls Lex’s balls in his right hand. The familiarity of the soft weight makes Clark’s dick twitch violently, and Lex curses people Clark’s never even met as Clark licks down the side of his dick.
It should probably hurt when he kicks Clark in the chest.
It would be easy to just suck Lex off and be done with it, but that’s not what Clark wants. He wants more than shouting and kicking; he wants Lex completely unhinged. Unrestrained and raw.
Clark waits until Lex has stopped cursing his family long enough to make eye-contact, and he makes a show of licking the palm of his hand and wetting two of his fingers. Lex’s neglected dick twitches between them, and the noise Lex makes is like someone died.
Clark wraps his spit-slicked palm around Lex’s cock and jerks him off slowly and erratically, pausing to stretch out on the bed, and then to leave a vicious-looking bite mark on the inside of Lex’s thigh. This attack produces something dangerous close to a howl in Lex, and Clark spends an abnormally long time sucking at the juncture of Lex’s thigh as he rubs the area just under the head of Lex’s dick with his thumb.
Clark has no plan; he’s just doing what he wants and freely humping the mattress at this point. Lex has stopped kicking at him and is now attempting to wrap his legs around Clark’s neck in some sort of vice grip. Even when he’s not in control, Lex still wants control, and Clark stops what he’s doing just to prove his point.
He’s heard it all by now, and even Lex’s threats about Kryptonite condoms don’t faze him anymore. Instead of returning to what he was doing, though, Clark urges Lex to put his feet on the bed and lift his hips up. The fact that it takes Lex a few seconds to process the request tells Clark all he needs to know, and even as he’s licking his lips and leaning forward, one of his hands is scrabbling around in the sheets for the white tube he left there earlier.
The first wet swipe of Clark’s tongue has Lex arching up off the bed like he’s been shocked, and Clark wraps his arms around Lex’s thighs to keep Lex from kicking him in the chest again.
It’s not every day that Superman gives someone a rim job.
Every flicker of Clark’s tongue has Lex rattling in his restraints like a man possessed, and the way that the bed frame keeps shaking has Clark thinking that there will be furniture shopping in their plans for this upcoming week.
Clark pulls away to slick his hands when Lex starts calling his name like it’s the only word left in the entire world. And it’s been a long time since Clark’s come in his pants, but he’ll live.
Kneeling between Lex’s quivering legs, Clark can honestly say that everything he’s ever wanted is before him right now.
Lex’s eyes are huge and glassy, and whatever he’s attempting to say is just some hoarse approximation of words. His skin is feverish in Clark’s cool grasp, and Lex’s eyes flutter rapidly as Clark’s fingers brush gently against his hole and his other hand wraps around Lex’s cock.
Clark cannot believe how powerful something a simple as a hand job can make anybody feel, but right now, Lex is looking at him as though he’s a god instead of that meddling superhero who’s not Warrior Angel or that reporter who does his best to make his boyfriend look bad all the time.
It’s not as though Clark’s the one even getting the hand job, and yet, when Lex finally comes and he shouts Clark’s name with what little vocal capacity he has left -- Clark feels like he’s just had the best sex of his life.
For someone who wasn’t even tied up, all of Clark’s limbs feel as though they’ve finally been set free after a long captivity.
It’s like Lex is the only one who makes him feel alive.
-end-
Notes: Inspired by a passage from the Switch Hitters Anthology. See
lalejandra for questions and details. All mistakes belong to me.
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Date: 2004-02-04 08:51 pm (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2004-02-04 09:00 pm (UTC)Oh, and by the way . . . that was really yummy.
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Date: 2004-02-04 10:56 pm (UTC)Yeah, I'm thinking that 'I can't write porn!' sign is going to have to come down at some point, huh?
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Date: 2004-02-04 10:23 pm (UTC)Bwahaha! Humor and heat and lust. What more could a reader ask for?
Besides being a very scalding PWP, I also love the way this story delves into Clark's head as he's making love to Lex. I love how Clark knows Lex and all his kinks and quirks. I also loves how he comes to the realization of what turns his own crank. Like this:
Most people would never think to threaten Superman; Lex couldn’t care less, and perhaps that’s what turns Clark on the most.
Wonderfully and yummily done.
*g*
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Date: 2004-02-04 10:57 pm (UTC)I'm so pleased that this worked for you, thank you for reading and commenting!
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Date: 2004-02-04 10:23 pm (UTC)What was that about encouraging yells? :)
Most people would never think to threaten Superman; Lex couldn’t care less, and perhaps that’s what turns Clark on the most
Clark and everyone else in the universe. Jeez.
This was amazingly hot. Hot like whoa. With the tension and the hotness and the one liners that just kept coming (haha), and the hotness.
After what you wrote about Lex earlier, and what you wrote in that comment in my LJ about having disdain and apathy for Clark, it shouldn't have surprised me that even though this seemed like it was about Clark, it was secretly (or not so secretly?) about Lex. Every line in this was like your love story to Lex Luthor and the things he does and feels -- and what he can make people do and feel.
Dude, if anyone could turn Superman evil, it would be Lex. The good love of a bad man? Amen.
(And, please, Lex is way cooler than counterfeit kryptonite or Superman dying and then being split into four, or whatever that was about in the comics.)
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Date: 2004-02-04 11:00 pm (UTC)Leave it to you to catch me with projection hidden in my back pocket. *winks*
Dude, if anyone could turn Superman evil, it would be Lex. The good love of a bad man? Amen.
Why do you do this to me? You know I don't need to be writing this stuff. Stop talking about Evol Supes and how much he would only be doing it b/c he loved Lex. Stop! stop! stop! *sticks fingers in ears and hums really loudly*
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Date: 2004-02-04 11:54 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-05 01:15 am (UTC)Who knew porn could inspired so much devotion?
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Date: 2004-02-05 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 12:02 am (UTC)you rock.
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Date: 2004-02-05 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 12:06 am (UTC)Thank goodness I didn't read that at work. People would have thought I was coming down with malaria or something.
Is it hot in here or is it just me?
Whew!
Off to reread. Heh!
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Date: 2004-02-05 01:17 am (UTC)*laughs*
I'm so glad you enjoyed this, thank you for commenting!
hot damn
Date: 2004-02-05 12:45 am (UTC)thanks for yet another great fic :-)
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Date: 2004-02-05 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-05 12:51 am (UTC)Jesus Christ, this was hot, sweetie.
Clark pulls away to slick his hands when Lex starts calling his name like it’s the only word left in the entire world.
Oh, that's just beautiful.
Yes, you clearly can't leave Lex, and that is a very, very good thing.
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Date: 2004-02-05 01:18 am (UTC)Yes, you clearly can't leave Lex, and that is a very, very good thing.
*pets Lex* I'm so pleased you enjoyed it, sweetie, that makes me v v happy.
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Date: 2004-02-06 05:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-09 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-09 11:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-28 03:49 pm (UTC)But this line:
It’s like Lex is the only one who makes him feel alive.
turned it into pure love.
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Date: 2004-02-29 08:43 am (UTC)I love out-of-control Lex. I love it more when clark's the cause.
write on!!
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