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Day 10
And another day gets away from me. Sheesh, it's almost like I have a life or something.
But clearly, SV porn is more important. Thus we have still more of Love In the Shadows.
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There is a sound Lex makes just as he comes that Clark is so attuned to, he can hear it from thousands of miles away. It’s a desperate sound, a sharp grunt of a moan, and Lex makes it every time. When the sex is less than great, the noise is rushed and then gone, and Clark feels a dark satisfaction. Other times it is drawn out, loud and shuddering, and Clark must tamp down the urge to kill whoever has given Lex such pleasure.
If he’s within a few hundred miles, Clark can catch the frantic breaths that mean Lex is getting close. A series of gasps with just a hint of voice behind them, rapid and uneven, signals the point where Lex loses control, the tipping point between deliberate and unstoppable. Sometimes these breaths are accompanied by bitten off curses, a god or a fuck, but never a name. Lex hasn’t said anyone’s name during sex since he and Clark broke up, six years ago.
When they’re both in Metropolis, Clark can hear Lex’s heart beating, hear the blood pumping through Lex’s veins, and the vessels of his cock expanding as the organ swells. He can hear Lex’s heartbeat speed up and stutter; its pounding during moments of passion is deafening. Clark can’t ignore it, and he wonders if Lex knows. Once he hears the tripping of Lex’s heart, he cannot concentrate on anything else until he’s heard it all: the breaths, the grunt of orgasm. He has heard every single time Lex has had sex in the past six years.
He can tune out the rest of the world when he needs to, but never this. He doesn’t believe it's a choice. Lex keeps living his life, and Clark is always listening.
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But clearly, SV porn is more important. Thus we have still more of Love In the Shadows.
***
There is a sound Lex makes just as he comes that Clark is so attuned to, he can hear it from thousands of miles away. It’s a desperate sound, a sharp grunt of a moan, and Lex makes it every time. When the sex is less than great, the noise is rushed and then gone, and Clark feels a dark satisfaction. Other times it is drawn out, loud and shuddering, and Clark must tamp down the urge to kill whoever has given Lex such pleasure.
If he’s within a few hundred miles, Clark can catch the frantic breaths that mean Lex is getting close. A series of gasps with just a hint of voice behind them, rapid and uneven, signals the point where Lex loses control, the tipping point between deliberate and unstoppable. Sometimes these breaths are accompanied by bitten off curses, a god or a fuck, but never a name. Lex hasn’t said anyone’s name during sex since he and Clark broke up, six years ago.
When they’re both in Metropolis, Clark can hear Lex’s heart beating, hear the blood pumping through Lex’s veins, and the vessels of his cock expanding as the organ swells. He can hear Lex’s heartbeat speed up and stutter; its pounding during moments of passion is deafening. Clark can’t ignore it, and he wonders if Lex knows. Once he hears the tripping of Lex’s heart, he cannot concentrate on anything else until he’s heard it all: the breaths, the grunt of orgasm. He has heard every single time Lex has had sex in the past six years.
He can tune out the rest of the world when he needs to, but never this. He doesn’t believe it's a choice. Lex keeps living his life, and Clark is always listening.
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In any case, there is no wrong here. *g*
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