My Honey

Lex didn’t usually go to bed before dinner, but when he found a naked man who looked very much like a corn fed farm boy he knew in his room, he decided to have dinner in bed.

Which was obviously Clark’s plan anyway.

Clark was sprawled across the mattress, wet curls and damp skin from his recent shower leaving dark stains on the red sheets. Lex could still feel the steam from the bathroom as he walked by the door and his groin tightened at the thought of just missing that show—though this was just as good.

“Hello, Clark.”

Clark raised the feather he’d been brushing over his nipple and waved it at Lex before he dipped it into the satin pouch at his side and more honey dust was applied. Clark brushed the dust over his other nipple, moaning a little as his cock jumped in response. He used his other hand to slowly stroke himself biting his lip as another louder moan escaped.

He let go of his cock and lazily trailed the feather over his belly and around his navel. “God, Lex,” he sighed, a moment later when his eyes focused again, “I couldn’t wait until this weekend.”

Which explained his sudden appearance at the mansion when he should’ve been in Metropolis.

“Obviously you couldn’t wait until I got home either,” Lex pointed out.

“I waited,” Clark assured him, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock.

Lex hadn’t failed to notice Clark was carefully keeping the feather away from his dick which meant he definitely had been waiting. He walked over to the closet and slowly undressed, deliberately giving Clark a show in return. When he joined the other man on the bed, Clark’s eyes had glazed over again as he watched Lex’s cock sway heavily between his legs.

Lex leaned over and licked up the water droplets in the hollow of Clark’s throat. Clark groaned and Lex felt the vibrations under his tongue.

“Don’t move,” Lex murmured, nuzzling Clark’s neck. Clark obeyed, only shivering at the sensation of Lex’s breath ruffling the curls at his nape.

Lex removed the feather from Clark’s grasp and placed it safely aside before he licked the dust off his nipples and Clark writhed under him. When Lex followed the trail to Clark’s navel, Clark’s fingers dug into his shoulders, pushing lower. But Lex was also avoiding his dick.

“Lex…” Clark’s breath hitched, on the verge of begging, and Lex bit his hip to redirect his focus. “Oh, fuck!” Clark hissed, his head thrashing on the pillow.

Lex picked up the feather and brushed it over Clark’s hip, sweeping down lower to graze his thighs. He didn’t care about the dust anymore, just Clark trembling on the edge as he grazed the inside of Clark’s thighs and over his balls, loving the way Clark’s legs shook. Lex knew what he wanted. “Up,” he said, and Clark lifted his legs up to his chest, pulling them high and wide with a groan of relief.

“Yes, yes,” he sighed when he felt the feather brush over his ass. Anticipating the light touch and then Lex’s tongue seeking every granule of dust in the dark folds—

They both knew Lex couldn’t ever not rim Clark’s ass.

But Lex stopped, avoiding his hole and Clark’s head rose desperately. “Jesus, Lex, please--”

“If I didn’t want to taste you, I wouldn’t do it at all,” Lex reminded him as he slid down and kissed each cheek.

The first touch to Clark’s hole was always electric and he dug his fingers into Clark’s hips to keep him from automatically pulling back as he instinctively clenched shut. Holding Clark there, Lex traced the tip of his tongue along each line, following in and out along the puckered skin like he was drawing the easy loops of flower petals around the center.

Clark arched off the bed, his hand pressed to the back of Lex’s head as he tried to push him in. Lex flattened his tongue and licked easily over the opening a few times before spearing his tongue again and stabbing at the hot core.

Clark reached down, trying to pull himself open, wider, for Lex to fuck him deeper. Lex wiggled in further, moaning as the tense ring tried to suck him in and push him out at the same time. Clark was always so tight. No matter what they’d done or how often, every time was like the first again. Lex pushed his finger in with his tongue, impatiently working the muscle loose faster.

“Fuck, oh--fuck me, Lex—god, just--”

“Okay, Clark,” Lex soothed, kissing his legs as he moved up again. He licked a broad stripe along Clark’s cock and Clark swore at him as he went rigid and struggled not to come.

Lex grabbed the lubricant on the night stand and slicked himself as Clark rolled onto his side. He was obviously determined to make it last and get a deep fuck in the process. Clark pulled his top leg up and held himself open as Lex moved beside him and lined up with his ass. Lex loved this position almost as much, just because he could watch Clark in the mirrored closet doors beside the bed.

When Lex pushed in, Clark’s head fell back against his shoulder, his eyes rolling back. His sweaty grip on his leg slipped and Lex took hold of it, his other arm around Clark’s shoulder and neck for leverage as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

Clark started moving with him, demanding more, and Lex let him set the pace as he met each thrust. Clark’s fingers dug into his thigh to keep from jerking off when the pressure against his prostate was too much. “Make me come,” he challenged, slitting his eyes open to watch Lex as well.

Lex gritted his teeth and redoubled his efforts. But as good as fucking on their sides was, it wasn’t enough. He nudged Clark onto his stomach and Clark pulled his knees underneath him to get the right angle as Lex fucked him harder.

He was pounding into Clark so hard he would have bruises in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when Clark was making that sound. That needy, desperate, broken sound in the back of his throat that only Lex had ever heard.

“I love you,” he promised, a silent oath to make sure that never changed and Clark believed him. He was smashed into a million pieces as he howled through his orgasm and he cut Lex open with all the bright jagged shards of pleasure that rained down.

“I love you too,” Clark replied, collapsing on his belly and shaking miserably as he tried to regain control.

Lex didn’t want to fall on top of him so he shakily kissed Clark’s hair and rolled onto his back.

Clark wormed his way into Lex’s arms and kissed him, smiling as he rested his head on Lex’s chest. “So…what’s for dessert?”

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