Day 13 -- almost there!
Feb. 13th, 2007 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slinklingI have to admit, when I began this I really wasn't sure if I'd be able to come up with little bits o' porn (pornlets?) for 14 days in a row. But I'm very nearly at the end! Woo!
Anyway, here, have some more of For We Are the King of the Boudoir.
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There are times when there are no words, but Lex’s favorite times are when Clark simply can’t stop talking. “I want you,” he breathes. “I want you now. God, Lex, I’m so hard for you. I’ve been hard for you all day.” When Clark starts off like that, Lex doesn’t have to speak at all. He just has to keep Clark’s words coming. Words like “touch me. Oh – yes,” voiced just above a whisper. “Take this off,” and “need to taste you. Tell me what you want,” which comes out as more of a growl. “Yes,” Clark says, and “god, that’s good, right there, oh fuck yes,” and his pitch is rising. “Want you in me,” which Lex answers with a tease until he gets the phrase he loves best on Clark’s lips: “Fuck me. Oh god, Lex,fuck me. Please.” Once Clark starts begging, there’s nothing in the world Lex could refuse him.
As he pushes inside, Clark all but purrs. “So good,” he moans. “Yes, please yes, want to feel it, feel you.” Lex moves, and Clark moves with him, words spilling out of him. “Love you,” he grunts. “Love you so much.” And “ah! Right there! More, fuck me.” The faster Lex moves, the faster Clark babbles. “More,” he pleads, and “more” again, “deeper,” and “harder” and “faster,” repeating himself until it’s “oh fuck, more,” and he screams as Lex empties into him, until Lex has nothing left.
Afterwards, Clark sometimes gets embarrassed, which he tries to cover up with jokes. “Don’t you ever shut up?” he teases Lex, who still hasn’t said anything. “I mean jeez, talk my ear off, why don’t you?” so Lex pulls him into a long, slow kiss. The rest is contented silence.
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Anyway, here, have some more of For We Are the King of the Boudoir.
***
There are times when there are no words, but Lex’s favorite times are when Clark simply can’t stop talking. “I want you,” he breathes. “I want you now. God, Lex, I’m so hard for you. I’ve been hard for you all day.” When Clark starts off like that, Lex doesn’t have to speak at all. He just has to keep Clark’s words coming. Words like “touch me. Oh – yes,” voiced just above a whisper. “Take this off,” and “need to taste you. Tell me what you want,” which comes out as more of a growl. “Yes,” Clark says, and “god, that’s good, right there, oh fuck yes,” and his pitch is rising. “Want you in me,” which Lex answers with a tease until he gets the phrase he loves best on Clark’s lips: “Fuck me. Oh god, Lex,fuck me. Please.” Once Clark starts begging, there’s nothing in the world Lex could refuse him.
As he pushes inside, Clark all but purrs. “So good,” he moans. “Yes, please yes, want to feel it, feel you.” Lex moves, and Clark moves with him, words spilling out of him. “Love you,” he grunts. “Love you so much.” And “ah! Right there! More, fuck me.” The faster Lex moves, the faster Clark babbles. “More,” he pleads, and “more” again, “deeper,” and “harder” and “faster,” repeating himself until it’s “oh fuck, more,” and he screams as Lex empties into him, until Lex has nothing left.
Afterwards, Clark sometimes gets embarrassed, which he tries to cover up with jokes. “Don’t you ever shut up?” he teases Lex, who still hasn’t said anything. “I mean jeez, talk my ear off, why don’t you?” so Lex pulls him into a long, slow kiss. The rest is contented silence.
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