"Honey?"
"No."
"Baby?"
"Sparingly."
"Poopsie?"
"Not if you value your life."
"Hmm. Baldy?"
Lex tightens his grasp around the hand that had been stroking his belly, knowing it won't hurt Clark.
"Sorry," Clark says, kissing Lex's neck, around to his jawline, then up to nibble on an ear for a minute in apology. "Studmuffin?"
"Closer."
"Sexy Lexy?"
"You're asking to be punished."
"Does that mean leather cuffs and the whip?" Clark asks hopefully.
"You should be so lucky."
"Sweetheart?"
"Jesus, Clark. My dick just fell off. I can feel a vagina growing in its place."
"Huh. We'll need comdoms then. Don't want to get you in trouble. Our dads would make me marry you. Even if you are easy."
"I would hope so. Jerk." Lex squeezes the large hand again, pushing back, pressing Clark into the mountain of pillows he's resting against. Clark laughs softly as he twists around and captures Lex's mouth, tormenting until he gets inside. Their hands slide down and begin to fondle Lex's cock, making a lie of Lex's words.
"Doesn't feel like a vagina..."
"Like you'd know."
Clark considers this as he turns Lex over and follows him down onto the bed, resting his hands on either side of Lex's head. "Well, I do have a few ideas."
Lex doesn't say anything, a random thought of Miss Lana Lang, now Mrs. The Quarterback, who had been so lovely just twelve hours ago in her wedding dress, crosses his mind, but he ruthlessly puts it aside. He puts his hands on Clark's hips and starts to skim along the soft skin, cupping the cheeks of his ass tightly.
Clark thrusts against him, his erection insistent against Lex's skin, wet touches that leaves no doubt what Clark wants. Abandoning his hold on Clark's ass, Lex runs his hands up the length of that smooth, muscular back, ending the dark soft hair. Green eyes that almost glow with desire look at him as Lex pulls him down, capturing his mouth as he wraps his legs around strong hips.
Clark stretches, his mouth still tormenting Lex, sucking on his tongue like it'll disappear if he doesn't. Lex hears something on the nightstand go crashing to the floor, and Clark curses into his mouth, but he's willing to ignore it when Clark pulls back, and Lex sees the tube in his hand. The press of cock against cock causes both of their breaths to hitch while they shudder.
Pulling away, his lips leaving Lex's, Clark starts to lick down Lex's neck; Lex arches his back, pressing himself up against as much of Clark's skin as he could, a low groan of satisfaction at the feel of teeth on his skin. Clark worries the bite, then kisses it, making it better, making it all better. Moving on, he kisses and bites his way across Lex's shoulders. Lex whimpers sexily as Clark finds one nipple with a finger, his lips fastening on to the other. Erections, already weeping slick against each other, twitch as Clark blows softly on the wet nub.
Clark squeezes lube into his hand as he starts to suck on the other nipple, stroking down the soft skin of Lex's belly, a quick stroke on the sensitive skin of Lex's erection, and Clark slides his hand down. Weighs and fondles the delicate skin of his sac, then takes two fingers, covered in slick warmth, and traces the perineum down to the little hole.
Rearing up, Clark watches Lex's face as he slides the first finger inside, the way Lex closes his eyes and relaxes, knowing what's to come. The second finger slides in and Clark smiles as Lex trembles in anticipation, groaning as Clark finds his prostate and slides his fingers along it. The third finger doesn't last long, Lex pulls him closer with one leg, which glides up his sweat-slick back to make Clark bend over to kiss him again, tongues playing with each other as Clark pulls his fingers out and begins to press his cock inside.
Hands gripping dark hair tightly, Lex focuses on the burn as Clark pushes in to the hilt. Pain so good as Clark begins to withdraw and thrust, setting a rhythm that Lex accentuates by bearing down slightly, tight around Clark's cock which in turn gets the gland. Lex's cock is pressed between them, the pressure divine, as Clark moves atop and inside him.
Clark is whispering into his mouth, and Lex knows it has to be 'baby, oh baby, oh, baby'. Breaking the kiss he looks up to see green eyes, passion hazed, but laughing.
"Bastard," Lex mutters, before Clark moves again, large hand surrounding Lex's cock, the touch enough to make him come, make him scream Clark's name as his hands find skin, touching everywhere. That's enough, combined with Lex pushing against him, to send Clark over as well. Falling forward, but catching himself on his hands, Clark doesn't so much kiss Lex as devour him.
The aftershocks are fading as Clark pulls out, slowly, gently, settling at Lex's side, idly massaging come into Lex's belly.
"What?" Lex inquires at Clark's soft laugh.
"Definitely not a vagina."
"Of course not... angelpants." Lex grins evilly as Clark's laughter turns into a choking sound.
Clark pulls him into another kiss, the appropriate nickname discussion tabled for another night.
© EAS, April, 2002
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