They're on a deserted road and Clark's cock is in his hand. Lex runs his palm along the length, teasing, memorizing. Clark moans, trying to climb inside his skin. While stroking, he molds their lips together; sharp, breathy gasps are the only sounds. They kiss madly, unfocused, wishing mouths and tongues everywhere at once.
Lex sucks hard at neck; Clark fucks his fist, running long fingers over Lex's straining erection. They grind against one another, buried in the sounds and smells. Clark comes in his hand, moaning, just as Lex comes in his pants, sighing Clark's name amidst the rapture.
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