Good Vibrations

"Lex," Clark called out. "Are you up here? It's time to go! This is your thing, so I don't want us to be late."

"Clark." Lex popped his head through the neck of his undershirt. "I wasn't quite expecting you yet." Which wasn't really true. He'd been dicking around for the past half-hour, wondering how long Clark would wait before venturing up to the bedroom.

Clark paused at the sight of Lex's bare skin, as his shirt was still bunched around his shoulders. He knew intellectually that Lex had no hair anywhere, but he wasn't prepared for how it would look. How sexy it would look. He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. "I'm late, Lex. I can't believe you aren't ready yet."

"Huh." Straightening his shirt so that it covered his body, Lex dismissed the idea that he had seen regret in Clark's eyes as he did so. "It's been a weird morning."

He grabbed his dress shirt and pulled it on, doing up the buttons as he spoke. "The staff has today off. Usually I'm at work when they're gone, but today I can't find anything and the shirt I wanted to wear wasn't ironed. Sorry I wasn't ready."

Clark squinted at Lex's nice, crease-less shirt, a suspicious look crossing his face. "You ironed your own shirt?"

Lex felt a brief flash of annoyance at the question. "I know it may be hard to believe. I mean, I only led a successful employee buy-out and started my own corporation. I can see why you'd think I'd be too incompetent to work an iron."

Clark blushed, feeling a little guilty. He was about to apologize when he heard a strange buzzing sound. He was even more curious when he saw the flush spread over Lex's skin. "What's that sound?"

"Um, go on downstairs. I'll be ready in a minute." Lex told him.

"It's ok," Clark said cheerfully. "I don't mind waiting." He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Lex fidget. "That sound is really loud over here, Lex. Is it your alarm clock?" Clark hit the snooze button on the clock next to Lex's bed, but the noise didn't stop. He raised an eyebrow, amused at Lex's increasing agitation.

Lex hurriedly finished buttoning his shirt. "Let's go, Clark. We don't want to be late." He grabbed his jacket and indicated the door.

"But what about that sound, Lex?" Clark blinked. This was way too intriguing for Clark to just let it drop. Nothing made Lex blush.

"You really don't need to worry about it," Lex assured him a little crossly.

Clark wasn't about to let it go though. Lex was still blushing in the most charming way, which meant that whatever it was, it had to be really entertaining.

Not that Lex would ever admit it, but the calculating look on Clark's face scared him a little.

"What is it, Lex?" Clark cocked his head. Smiling coyly, he leaned toward the nightstand. "It sounds like it 's coming from this little dresser thing." He reached for the drawer next to the bed

"Clark!" Lex grabbed his wrist in a useless attempt to keep Clark away from his nightstand. "We're late already."

Clark just grinned again. "Well then it won't really matter if we're another minute late."

Lex's hand was still around Clark's wrist but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get Clark's hand to budge, nor could he stop Clark from opening the drawer where his vibrator was buzzing around happily.

Time seemed to stop as they both peered into the drawer. The vibrator shook several tiny multicolored packets of ID lube as it danced.

"Lex?" Clark looked up, smiling nervously. "What is this for?"

"What do you think it's for?" Lex asked as he grabbed the vibrator and viciously twisted until it came apart and the batteries fell out.

"Is that, well, isn't that a vibrator?" Clark was caught between wanting to laugh and wishing the earth would open and swallow him whole.

"Yes." Embarrassment flashed across Lex's face. "It is. Didn't your mother teach you not to go through people's drawers? It's rude." Lex closed the drawer, leaving the battery-less vibrator inside.

"Really?" Clark asked, trying to sound only slightly interested. "I've never seen one before, can I look at it for a second?"

"What!" Lex yelped "Why?" he asked in a much quieter voice.

"Because I'm curious? I mean..." Clark blushed, unsure of how to phrase the question. Clark felt incredibly naive at the moment. "I mean, aren't vibrators kind of for girls?"

"Clark," Lex actually looked exasperated. "That's like saying sex is for girls." He paused for second. "Yes, I suppose you can see it. I don't want you going around thinking the wrong thing."

Clark grinned up at him and opened the drawer a little too eagerly and pulled the vibrator out. "Why are you laughing now?" Lex asked, embarrassment and sexual frustration making the question sound a little surlier than he had intended.

"Nothing, it's just..." Clark started laughing again. "Only you would have a purple vibrator, Lex." Lex gave Clark a dirty look. "Sorry," Clark said. "So, um...the batteries go here?" He slid the batteries in. "And, um, how do you turn it on?" Clark held out the vibrator to Lex. His look was shy, but it seemed to Lex that there was something else beneath it.

"You want a demonstration now?" Lex tried to sound incredulous, but even to his own ears, the question sounded more suggestive than anything else. He took the vibrator from Clark's hand, his fingertips trailing slowly across Clark's palm. "You just twist it like this." He twisted the bottom half all the way to the right and the vibrator started buzzing again.

Clark did his best to hide how flustered he was. The feeling of Lex's skin against his, even just a brush of fingertips, was almost enough to undo him.

Lex smiled slightly, pressing the buzzing vibrator back into Clark's hand. Clark gasped as the stimulation traveled over his skin and he bit back a moan as he imagined what it might feel like pressed against more sensitive areas of his body. Unbidden, pictures of Lex using it on himself flashed through Clark's mind.

Lex held one end of the vibrator tightly as Clark held the other, the vibrations connecting them.

"Lex?" Clark heard his voice crack and prayed that Lex hadn't noticed. Lex looked up, meeting Clark's gaze. Shifting under Lex's scrutiny, Clark licked his lips and tried to work up the nerve to get his next question out.

"What?" Lex's voice was rough.

"How... where," Clark paused, trying to find the right words. "How exactly do you use this?"

"You want me to tell you how to use it?" Lex's voice was strangled, but Clark suspected that it was supposed to sound amused. It was now or never.

"I want you to show me." Clark felt a dizzying rush as he spoke.

"Show you?" Lex wasn't looking at Clark anymore, his gaze was intent on the toy that they were both still holding.

"Yes." Clark licked his lips. He was so nervous, he felt like he couldn't breathe. "Yes, Lex. I want..."

"Do you want me to use it on me or on you?" Lex asked softly. Not that he was opposed to the degree of exhibitionism that a demonstration would require. Lex's body responded eagerly to the thought of Clark watching him while he fucked himself. He closed his eyes for a moment, indulging in the idea. Clark's eyes would widen, the pink tip of his tongue would trace over his lips. Lex tried to decide if Clark would move to touch him or just watch. Lex was very willing to demonstrate, but if Clark was offering up his body for Lex to play with, well, that was not an opportunity to be missed.

The silence went on a little too long and Lex wondered if he had taken things too far, if Clark hadn't really meant it that way. Lex opened his eyes to see Clark watching him with an intensity that drove all doubt out of his mind.

Clark knew he had been staring at Lex too long, but the thought of Lex demonstrating seemed to have short-circuited his brain. Lex moved closer to him, not stopping until he was pressed between Clark's thighs. Clark was suddenly aware that he was sitting on Lex's bed, Lex's huge bed. And Lex's body was warm. And very close.

His skin burned where Lex's fingertips rested against him and he wasn't sure how much more he could handle as Lex bent down. Warm lips pressed against Clark's ear as Lex whispered, "It's up to you, Clark. Just tell me what you want me to do." And that was way more control than Clark wanted to have, than he knew what to do with.

"I want...Want, can..." Clark stuttered. Lex had just given him a very clear invitation, but Clark didn't know how to verbalize the things he wanted. It was so overwhelming he wasn't sure what had just happened. He shook his head a little, bumping Lex, who was so close. "Lex." Clark's voice didn't sound right, so low, scratchy. "I want you to show me. Show me what you do with it." Clark repeated, swallowing hard. He wasn't sure what line he'd crossed, not sure yet if Lex was crossing that line with him.

"I have the feeling that we're going to be very late." Lex licked Clark's ear, his breath heating the damp skin as Lex stayed close, so close and the room was so fucking hot or maybe it was Lex's body. Heat was surrounding him and Clark vaguely wondered how long he'd been panting.

Lex didn't move, couldn't decide how to proceed. Never would he have guessed that Clark would want this, would want it enough to ask. Lex just stood there, trapped between Clark's thighs. Resting his hands lightly on Clark's body, his lips pressed against Clark's ear. A part of him thought he could stay that way forever, just absorbing Clark's presence like it was the most addictive kind of drug.

The more insistent part of him was screaming at him to do something, anything. He just couldn't decide what. So many possibilities swirled around in his mind and all he had to do was choose, if he could just pull himself away from the heat of Clark's body long enough to do so.

Time was moving, or standing still. Clark couldn't tell which because Lex hadn't moved yet. Long moments passed before he did, like everything was suspended except for the thundering of Clark's heart. When Lex finally stepped away from him, the loss was immediate, so slow and so fast that it made Clark's head spin.

Lex released his grip on the vibrator, leaving it shimmying in Clark's hand. Clark glanced at it but was distracted as Lex moved to unbutton the shirt he had just put on. Clark focused on Lex's shapely fingers, trying to think, to figure out what he should do, but by the time Lex removed his undershirt, Clark still wasn't sure.

Clark looked up to see Lex watching him, his pupils dilated with lust. Lex moved again, his fingers slowly running along the waistband of his pants and Clark wasn't sure where to look anymore. He took in the broad expanse of bare skin before lowering his eyes to watch Lex's fingers, his own fingers twitching with the need to touch.

The vibrator, still buzzing, fell from Clark's hand onto the bed. He stood, dazed, and crossed the space to Lex. Clark reached for him, as much to steady himself and to simply feel him.

Lex played with the buttons on Clark's shirt. His eyes were questioning as he met Clark's gaze. Clark simply nodded and spread his fingers around Lex's waist, craving as much contact as possible.

Lex gasped as Clark's fingers moved over him, digging into his skin. He fumbled with the buttons on Clark's shirt, unable to remember the last time he was this nervous with a new lover. But this wasn't just any new lover. This was Clark. After years of quietly wondering what it would be like and never acting on anything, he was now undressing Clark.

The last button of Clark's shirt finally came undone and Lex moved to pull it off of Clark's shoulders. Clark made a sound suspiciously like a growl when Lex tugged at his hands, moving them away so that he could get the shirt completely off.

Clark's only concern seemed to be Lex. Clark had always seemed so distracted and now it was overwhelming to be the sole focus of his attention. His hands trailed over Lex's back, his chest, down the button on his pants. Clark's hands were moving all over him, as if he'd just been given permission to touch and Lex wondered if Clark didn't realize that he'd always had the permission, he just hadn't ever taken advantage of it.

Permission. Permission. The heat of Clark's hands made Lex slow. He had permission too. He reached for the expanse of golden skin in front of him.

Clark bent down to nuzzle Lex's neck. His lips parted and his tongue moved to taste the skin beneath. Salty and sweet and Clark moved until his lips were hovering over Lex's own. Their breath mingled, lips brushing lightly with every breath and Clark hesitated. A kiss would make this real. Suddenly there was nothing Clark wanted to do more.

He leaned in, breaching the tiny distance that was a million miles from where they had been when he came upstairs. His lips pressed to Lex's and for a second the only thing he knew was the heat. And then soft and wet, Lex's tongue teased, begging for entrance.

His lips parted and everything changed. It was new and it was right. He bit at Lex's tongue gently, then pushed it back, probing with his own. As he did, it brushed against Lex's scar.

Clark paused, trying to stop his knees from buckling. Scar. Tasting it, feeling it, Lex's lips, mouth. He came back to himself as Lex moved them both back toward the bed, never breaking contact. Clark couldn't believe how good Lex felt against his mouth, against his skin.

Lex pushed him onto the bed. Clark landed with a bounce, lying back as Lex moved over him. He wiggled as he felt a buzzing against the small of his back. Reaching under him, he pulled the vibrator out and held it up for Lex's inspection. Lex's laugh was low and husky, his smile bright and sexy and Clark's cock twitched in response.

Lex took the vibrator from Clark and traced it down over Clark's jaw, his neck, his collarbone. Clark giggled. The sensation was so strange and tickly and he was so nervous. He was more embarrassed about giggling than being half-naked with Lex leaning over him. Lex moved the toy down over Clark's chest, finally pressing on the top button of Clark's jeans and every other thought flew from Clark's mind.

He gasped, torn between pressing against the vibrator and moving away from the sensation. His pants were way too tight and it seemed so wrong that they were still half-dressed.

Lex's thoughts must have been running along the same lines, because he set the vibrator down on the blankets next to them and moved to unbutton Clark's pants. His knuckles pressed against Clark's erection as he pulled the zipper down.

Clark lifted his hips as Lex pulled his pants all the way off. Lex moved down pulling off Clark's pants along with his shoes and socks. Moving over Clark, Lex took a moment to study the lithe, golden body beneath him. Clark was incredibly, sexy and his in a way that Lex had never dared to hope for. There was no sound but their breathing and the buzzing of the vibrator beside them.

Lex's hands moved possessively over Clark's skin, making Clark gasp. Down over his ribs to his hips. Clark started to shake, as Lex's hands caressed the insides of his thighs close to, but not quite touching Clark's erection, not yet.

Lex's lips traced over his collarbone and ribs. His hands mapped thighs and hips. Clark arched his back, desperate for contact on his cock. But Lex pulled back, leaving Clark frustrated. Somewhere he heard whimpering, vaguely aware but unwilling to admit that the sound was coming from him. Lex continued his exploration, touching Clark, learning his body, burning Clark's skin with hot hands that were everywhere but where Clark so desperately needed them to be.

Lex couldn't stop touching the fiery silk of Clark's skin long enough to get rid of his pants. He'd barely been able to undress Clark before his hands had returned to mapping the firm muscles, the curves and contours of Clark's body. Clark was trembling beneath him, making the sexiest noises. Whimpers and moans that drove Lex out of his mind and all he could think was touch.

"Clark," Lex rasped. "You feel so good. It's so fucking good to touch you." Lex's words were punctuated as he gripped Clark's hips, feeling the skin. He was almost afraid that Clark would disappear, that Lex would wake from this dream if he touched Clark's cock.

"Lex." Clark pleaded. "Touch me."

"Wait," Lex choked out. He stood up unfastening his pants as fast has he could. He toed off his loafers and socks and yanked at his belt, shoving the fabric that was keeping his skin away from Clark's. Naked, he again leaned over Clark, pressing down.

Lex moved against the blissful heat of Clark's body, barely registering Clark's moan. Good in a way nothing else could be, the erotic slide of skin against skin, already slick with sweat. Clark arched, his hips moving up to meet Lex's, their cocks pressing together and for a moment Lex felt everything else in the world slip away from him. The heat from Clark's skin burned him everywhere, Lex felt like he was being consumed.

Clark wrapped a hand around the back of Lex's neck and pulled him down for another kiss. Hot, wet, open-mouthed. His hand moved down over Lex's back, over smooth skin and hard muscle. He couldn't stop touching as Lex moved against him and he had to remember to be careful as his fingers dug into Lex's shoulders.

He was pretty sure he'd leave bruises anyway. Lex thrust against him again and he didn't have time to be worried at how much he liked the idea of marking Lex. His cock twitched at the thought as he moved against Lex for more contact. "I want..."

"What, Clark?"

"Fuck, I don't know." Clark voice was full of anxiety, anger, hunger, passion. "I want you, I just...it's... touching isn't enough, Lex, and I don't know where this goes." As he spoke, Clark's hands moved over Lex, coming to rest on Lex's ass.

"Clark..." Lex pulled back a little, his eyes closed because he needed to think. There were so many things he wanted to do all at once and he was supposed to decide? Clark was panting beneath him, ready for whatever Lex wanted.

He couldn't do this, couldn't decide. It was Clark's first time and now, on top of everything else that Lex wanted, he wanted it to be perfect. He moved his hands over Clark's sides, fingers curving around his ribs, stroking gently. "What do you want, Clark? Just tell me. Anything you want."

"I don't kn... I want everything."

A wicked grin spread over Lex's face. "I'll be right back, Clark." He got up, his cock so hard it was flat against his stomach. Picking up his pants, he walked into the bathroom.

Clark was desperate with lust and all alone he began to have some doubts. He could hear Lex murmuring in the bathroom and wondered if he should get up and join him. A second later Lex reappeared, dropping his pants on the floor and tossing his cell phone onto the bedside table.

"There." Lex looked very satisfied despite the obvious need his erection belied. "Now we don't have to be anywhere. You are far too sick for us go out. Regrets have been given."

Lex moved back to Clark, standing between Clark's spread knees. Lex pulled Clark up until he was leaning back on his elbows. Lex bent in for a kiss.

"Now," he whispered as he sank to his knees. "The question is, what do you want to do first?"

The question must have been redundant because Lex was already scraping his teeth lightly across the inside of Clark's thigh and Clark figured that meant that Lex had already made up his mind about what to do first.

Lex's tongue darted out, tickling Clark's thigh, up to his balls. Clark jumped.

"Oh god!"

"You ok, Clark?" But Lex didn't wait for an answer before he resumed his activities. He licked gently up the length of Clark's cock before closing his whole mouth over it and moving back down.

Clark gasped. He didn't know it would be so hot, wet like silk as Lex's tongue played over him. Lex pulled back a little to lick the head of Clark's cock. The feeling of the cool air hitting his wet skin made Clark's hips buck up into the rough texture of Lex's tongue as moved over him.

"Jesus!" Clark looked down. Lex's eyes were closed as his lips and tongue moved over Clark's length. Clark reached out, unable to resist touching. He ran his hand lightly over Lex's head, down over his jaw line, his thumb running over Lex's cheek.

Clark watched, fascinated as Lex's eyes fluttered open. The intensity of Lex's gaze was overwhelming. The look and the feeling were too much. Clark knew he should have been worried about it being too soon, but his mind didn't register anything but Lex touching him.

He arched his back and felt his cock catch for a second as it pushed into Lex's throat and then he didn't feel anything, he felt everything. Electricity burned from his balls up his spine and he came hard into Lex's mouth.

Clark twitched helplessly as Lex pulled away, overly sensitive. He didn't think Lex had ever looked sexier, completely naked, his pupils dilated and his lips red and swollen.

"Don't stop touching, Lex." Clark reached for Lex, his hands sliding over Lex's scalp to the back of his neck tugging until their lips met. The kiss was desperate and searching. Lex was suddenly painfully aware of how hard he was as he moved against Clark.

Lex ground down, his hard cock pressing on Clark's now soft, wet one. The kisses were making his head spin and they hadn't really said how far this should go. Lex broke the kiss and started to stand, despite the loss he felt at being away from Clark's heat.

"What can I... what do you want?" Clark asked as Lex stood up. He sat back, following Lex's motion, never losing contact with Lex's skin. He ran his hands over Lex's back, marveling at the smooth skin, hot and sweaty.

"I'm not sure you're ready for what I want," Lex said, pushing him back until Clark was completely on the bed. The look in Lex's eyes made Clark's cock jump and it was way too soon for that to be happening again. He lay back, spreading his knees.

"I'm ready for anything, Lex." Clark looked up. He felt much more nervous and not nearly as brave as he hoped he sounded. He pulled Lex down. "I want what you want."

"Jesus, Clark, you don't have to..." Clark cut off the rest of the sentence with a kiss.

"Are you gonna sit here talking all day or are you going to fuck me?" Clark asked when they broke apart. .

Lex stared at Clark for a moment as his brain tried to catch up with the rest of his over-stimulated senses. When it did he fumbled for the drawer, his hand finally closing around what he had been searching for. He was worried that Clark would suddenly change his mind and he prayed with every fiber of his being that he wouldn't.

He set the lube on the pillow next to Clark's head. As he moved his hand away, it hit something hard that shivered against his skin. He glanced at the still-buzzing vibrator and picked it up.

"You still want a demonstration?" he whispered in Clark's ear, taking a moment to nibble before he pulled back to study Clark's expression.

"Oh fuck, Lex," Clark whispered as Lex touched the vibrator to his nipple. He strained up for more contact and Lex moved the smooth, fluttering plastic over his abs and down around Clark's already stiffening cock. "Oh god, Lex."

Lex moved the vibrator away from Clark's cock, tracing it down the crease of Clark's thigh, down behind his balls until it rested against his opening. There wasn't enough pressure to do anything but make Clark aware of how sensitive that area was.

Lex pulled away, tracing the vibrator back down Clark's thigh, behind his knee and all the way up to his ribs. He stopped moving, holding it lightly over Clark's nipple where he had started. He leaned in, capturing Clark's mouth in a rough kiss, nipping Clark's lower lip as he pulled away.

He could feel Clark's cock, already hard again, pressing into his hip. "So, Clark, there's your first demonstration. Maybe you should practice a little yourself."

Lex pressed the toy into Clark's hand, guiding the hand up to Lex's own nipple. Clark traced it with the vibrator, watching, fascinated as it tightened into a hard little nub before moving over to the other one.

Clark thought that the little whimper Lex gave was the sexiest thing he'd ever heard, until Lex spoke again.

"Lower." Lex's voice was rough and Clark shuddered in response as he obeyed, tracing the shivering toy over Lex's smooth belly, over the place where hair should have been, around his dick, over his hips, teasing between his legs. Then back over his balls and up the length of Lex's cock.

He paused, holding the toy back to look up at Lex. "It's ok like this? I'm not really sure what to do."

Lex's eyes were half-closed, his mouth half-open. His lips were shiny where his tongue had traced over them. "Clark," he croaked. "I'll show you."

Lex wiggled up the bed, reaching for the lube as he settled on his back, his head on the pillow. With his free hand he grasped Clark's wrist, bringing the vibrator up between them as Clark knelt up against his side to lean over him. He let go and ripped open the lube, letting it all squeeze out into his hand. He ran his slick hand over the throbbing plastic.

"What?" Clark's confusion was in his voice.

"Shh, watch," Lex said. He took his greased hand and spread his knees, sliding the hand past his balls, down between the cheeks of his ass as Clark watched from above. Lex closed his eyes, twisting his hips up as he roughly pushed two of his slick fingers up inside himself.

He opened his eyes to see astonishment and lust written all over Clark's face. He grasped Clark's wrist again. "What I want, Clark, is for you to straddle me. You know, with your legs on either side of me."

Clark nodded.

"And then take the vibrator and put it on me like I just did to you, down against my ass."

Clark swallowed, his eyes following along on Lex's body as Lex spoke.

"Can you do that?"

Clark nodded again. He moved, dazed and started to move his knee over Lex's thigh.

"No," Lex said. "The other way. With your back to me."

Clark obeyed without question. He moved as Lex directed, putting the glistening vibe against Lex's lube-slicked ass. He settled on his knees, around Lex's hips, his ass on Lex's chest, trying not to rest too much of his weight on Lex.

"Like...like this, Lex?"

"Yes. Now slowly push it up. Inside."

"It won't, um, it won't hurt?" Clark sounded anxious, genuinely concerned for Lex's pain.

"Clark, just, it'll be ok. Just, now...please just do it."

"Ok." Clark started to push, too gently at first, not enough to penetrate. But Lex raised his hips, tilting them to assist the invading toy as Clark straddled his stomach. He felt Clark twitch a little in surprise at the feeling of pressure disappearing as the toy breached the ring of muscle and slid in easily.

Clark watched as the vibrator disappeared into Lex's body, thinking the sight was more erotic the he could have ever imagined. He was actually..."Oh god, Lex, I'm..."

Lex cut him off. "You're fucking me, Clark. Now move slowly, in, out and back in."

Lex's hips rocked in time to Clark's slow strokes. Lex ripped open another tiny plastic bubble of lube and slid his hand down between the cheeks of Clark's ass, startling him.

They both jerked as Clark pushed the toy in hard.

"Sorry," Clark murmured.

"No, it's good, Clark. Keep fucking me. Don't stop. I'm gonna touch you, okay? Just try to relax." Lex saw Clark's head bob as he nodded, intent on his job of slowly fucking Lex. Lex reached his lube-slicked hand back to Clark's ass.

Clark raised his hips a little giving Lex access. The lube was a little cold but Clark tried to focus on that rather than niggling fear he felt. He was just... he wanted this so much, but the immediacy of it was intimidating.

He wanted Lex so badly and everything they'd done so far felt great but it was all new to Clark and Lex was touching him in places he'd barely touched himself.

Lex's hands parted the cheeks of his ass and Clark felt a warm, wet finger push gently against his hole, slipping in easily. It's didn't hurt, not like he thought it would. The stretch was almost good, just slightly uncomfortable as Lex moved his finger in and out.

Lex groaned as his finger slipped into Clark. Clark was so hot and tight and was still fucking him so slowly, driving him out of his mind. He pressed another finger in, enjoying the way Clark gasped and pushed back against his hand. Clark's thrusts with the vibrator were growing more erratic.

Lex grasped Clark's hip with one hand as he worked his fingers inside Clark's body. Clark's own thrusts into Lex suddenly stopped as Lex hit that spot.

"Fuck, Lex. Oh god, I didn't know." Clark's voice was rough, full of the same lust that was coursing through Lex.

"Mmmm," Lex groaned. Clark was panting, wiggling around but all his other movements had stopped. Lex took a deep breath. "Ok, Clark, I'm gonna move you a little, so follow where my hands go."

"Lex, I..."

"I know, Clark, but you're killing me here." He slipped his fingers from Clark's ass and pushed him down a little, positioning his cock at Clark's well-lubed hole

"Clark, just move down, push down. We'll go as slow as you want." Or, thought Lex, as slow as I think I can go with the vibrator still inside. Jesus. Even without Clark fucking him the sensation was maddening. Clark pressed down and Lex groaned as the tight, welcoming heat of Clark's body slowly engulfed his cock.

Shit. God. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Lex wasn't sure what he was thinking and what he was actually saying, if what was coming out of could even be considered speaking.

Lex's cock felt so wide as it pressed into Clark. Like the fingers it didn't hurt, but Clark felt invaded, filled.

He had tried to lower himself slowly, but Lex's hands were pulling him down as Lex chanted the dirtiest mantra Clark had ever heard. He felt so strange. Everything about his body felt so good, everything was so clear. The heat of Lex's hands on his hips, the wide, owning stretch of Lex inside him, the buzzing plastic under his fingers.

He remembered the vibrator, remembered what he had been doing as Lex began to move inside him. Renewing his earlier efforts, Clark tried hard to concentrate, tried to match his strokes to the feeling of Lex moving in his ass.

Lex's eyes flew open as Clark started moving the vibrator again, and he hadn't even realized he had closed them. He flexed his fingers, digging them into Clark's hips. He shut his eyes again as Clark thrust the vibrator back into him, perfectly timed with Lex's own thrusts.

The air was full of sex, sweat, broken whimpering and swearing as they moved together.

"Oh god, Lex," Clark cried, his voice beautifully broken. "I can feel it. I can feel it when I fuck you. The...Oh god...the, the toy, it's like I can feel it fucking all the way through you." Lex's thrusts were more desperate as Clark moved against him, inside him, around him and it was all too much. He could feel the last remains of his control slipping away.

"Clark. Jesus. Fuck. I can't... Clark, oh god. Too much, I can't stop."

"Fuck me, Lex."

And that was it -- Lex was spinning. Yellow, red and blue all flashed in his head as he came. The feeling of Clark around him was almost too much, but Clark fucking him and knowing it was Clark was what sent him over the edge.

"Lex." Clark pulled vibrator out carefully and turned slowly. Lex's still half-hard cock slipping from his ass, leaving him feeling empty, but his body remembered everything they had just done.

Clark was sure he'd never seen anything as beautiful as Lex's face this way. Clark reached for his own cock, but his hand was knocked away and Lex's hand was on him.

Clark met Lex's gaze as Lex began to move his hand over Clark's erection. Clark gasped, running his hands over Lex's chest as he thrust up into his fist, his eyes never leaving Lex's face.

"Lex, I, god, I won't last long"

"I want to see you, Clark. I want to see your face when you come."

Clark tried to bite back the moan that escaped at Lex's words and thrust harder into Lex's hand. He raised his hips up, shouting Lex's name as he came, pleasure so intense that it hurt. Come splattered over Lex's chest and stomach, some of it on Clark's own stomach. He slumped down, moving until his body was pressed alongside Lex's, his face buried in the crook of Lex's neck.

He could feel the warm squish between them. He almost giggled." I'm sorry, Lex."

"For what?" Lex whispered into his hair, his fingers trailing over Clark's jaw, his cheek, the touch so soft.

"Making a mess."

"I like your mess, Clark. The question is, was the demonstration to your satisfaction?"

Clark nodded, scraping his teeth lightly across Lex's neck. "I think you were pretty thorough in you lessons. I have to ask, though..."

"Yeah?"

"What are the handcuffs in the back of that drawer for?"

Lex grinned. "Do you want me to tell you or show you?"

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