February porn, day 6
Feb. 6th, 2007 01:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slinklingYet another offering of The Night You Can't Remember -- and this one isn't even episode-related! (Though I never would have chosen this theme if SV didn't give us so very many episodes that suit it.)
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There is a night that Lex gets so drunk that walking feels like flying, and when Clark comes into his study he flies right into Clark’s arms. Clark’s lips are red like the finest wine, and Lex simply has to taste them.
“Wait, but, what are you—” Clark sputters, but then his lips open and the wine pours into Lex. A sip and he’s greedy for more. He samples Clark’s jawline, Clark’s throat, and Clark responds with shaky breaths and a whispered, “We shouldn’t do this.” So Lex sucks on Clark’s tongue and slides a hand down the front of his jeans where he’s hard and squirming, and smiles when Clark’s farmboy scruples dissolve into heated gasps.
“Drink with me,” Lex invites, giving Clark only his mouth to drink from, but he knows Clark must be as drunk as he is because now they’re both flying. Clark’s arms wrap around him, squeezing him, and their mouths slurp and spark while their centers press together, and they hover above the ground. “Don’t worry, Clark,” Lex slurs, licking the shock from Clark’s face. “We’ll never remember this tomorrow.” And Clark shakes his head in wonder, and Lex knows that he hasn’t ever been drunk before. “We just need to keep drinking,” he explains, and trembles against Clark, higher than he’s ever been.
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There is a night that Lex gets so drunk that walking feels like flying, and when Clark comes into his study he flies right into Clark’s arms. Clark’s lips are red like the finest wine, and Lex simply has to taste them.
“Wait, but, what are you—” Clark sputters, but then his lips open and the wine pours into Lex. A sip and he’s greedy for more. He samples Clark’s jawline, Clark’s throat, and Clark responds with shaky breaths and a whispered, “We shouldn’t do this.” So Lex sucks on Clark’s tongue and slides a hand down the front of his jeans where he’s hard and squirming, and smiles when Clark’s farmboy scruples dissolve into heated gasps.
“Drink with me,” Lex invites, giving Clark only his mouth to drink from, but he knows Clark must be as drunk as he is because now they’re both flying. Clark’s arms wrap around him, squeezing him, and their mouths slurp and spark while their centers press together, and they hover above the ground. “Don’t worry, Clark,” Lex slurs, licking the shock from Clark’s face. “We’ll never remember this tomorrow.” And Clark shakes his head in wonder, and Lex knows that he hasn’t ever been drunk before. “We just need to keep drinking,” he explains, and trembles against Clark, higher than he’s ever been.
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