Oh, I definitely see this as being in the same continuity as yesterday's story--it's a great counterpoint to it, actually. And again, I must bow in awe to your descriptive powers. Sometimes I think the trope of Lex being attracted to Clark's virginal innocence is completely, completely played out for me, I've read so many variations of it--but then you write paragraphs like these ones and I'm completely enraptured, as if I've never read this pairing before:

Clark, who was pretty as a new revelation, and could hide entire worlds in his smile. Who blushed like an innocent, even with his face pressed against Lex’s cock. Who submitted as though it were the only thing he had to give, and who brought Lex off with worshipful hands that could crush him into paste if they only squeezed.

Clark, who gave blowjobs like he’d just invented them, and Lex thought maybe everybody else got them wrong. Who was too shy to keep his eyes open when they fucked, until the day he did open them, and they glowed with a warmth that fired Lex from inside. Clark’s body felt like no one else’s, hard as marble and hot as summer sun, and Clark could make Lex feel completely filthy and completely clean in the same instant.

God, to lose this--no wonder Lex is so bitter!