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scribblinlenore) wrote2003-08-07 09:41 pm
scribblinlenore) wrote2003-08-07 09:41 pm
Gotta Love Hooker!Clark, Part 6
RL has kept me really busy lately, and it's taken me forever to get back to this. But finally! Lex gets what he's (not so patiently) been waiting for. *g*
***
Lex was not sentimental about first times, just practical. How you lost your virginity influenced how you felt about getting fucked for a long time afterwards. And since he had every intention of fucking Clark as often as humanly possible, he wanted this to go well.
Clark stood by the windows in the bedroom, waiting for him. In the late afternoon light, he looked almost otherwordly, like an angelic messenger or some mythological god in a Renaissance painting. His gaze was locked on Lex, his eyes filled with questions, maybe even a little fear. But his cock was hard, outlined against the fabric of his fitted black pants, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Lex knew there were people who would kill to have this, but Clark was his. All his.
He crossed the room and kissed Clark fiercely. He was a realist when it came to hustlers. He knew Clark would moan and beg and tell him it was good no matter what, but he was determined to make all that real, make this good. He wanted Clark so addicted to him, to his mouth and hands and cock, that he wouldn't be able to think about anyone or anything else, any time soon.
Clark broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt. "Should I--"
Lex brushed them away. "Let me."
As erotic as it had been to watch Clark undress for him, Lex found it an even bigger thrill to take matters into his own hands. His fingers slid along the soft, finely woven cotton of the shirt, stroking over Clark's chest, teasing his already stiff nipples.
"Please," Clark begged. He pressed closer, and Lex could feel the heat of his erection against his hip.
Lex only smiled. Clark had no idea yet what it really meant to be desperate, but he would soon enough.
Lex eased the jacket from his shoulders and flung it onto a nearby chair. Taking off beautiful clothes to get to a beautiful body was like unwrapping the best kind of present, and Lex liked to take his time opening his packages. He rubbed his hands in circles over Clark's hips and started to unfasten his belt.
"Yeah," Clark murmured.
Lex pulled the belt from the loops with infinite patience, the leather sliding deliberately across the fabric, teasing, arousing.
Clark's eyes turned a darker shade of green. "Please. Just get me naked."
Lex didn't answer, just kissed him, slick thrusts of his tongue that left Clark gasping. He eased Clark down onto the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees in front of him. Clark's hands settled onto his shoulders, squeezing restlessly. Lex took off Clark's shoes, pulled off his socks and stroked each bare foot reverently, tracing the bones and the high, elegant arches. Clark moaned and opened his legs wider, his cock straining noticeably against his pants.
Lex rose up onto his knees and pressed himself between Clark's splayed thighs, leaning in for another kiss.
Clark cradled his head in his hands, stroking his scalp. "Just fuck me now. Please, Lex. I'm ready."
Lex laughed softly as he strung kisses down Clark's throat. "You're so impatient."
Clark wrapped his arms around Lex's shoulders, hands clenched in his shirt. "I want you so much."
"And I want it to be good," Lex murmured, as he started to unbutton Clark's shirt.
The soft plum fabric fell away, revealing golden skin, and Lex ghosted his fingers over Clark's naked chest, leaning in to taste a nipple.
"Shit!" Clark gasped.
Lex sat back on his heels, opened Clark's pants and pulled them down. He could smell Clark's arousal, and there was a damp spot spreading on the front of his briefs. Lex traced it lightly with his finger.
Clark bucked up into his touch. "God. Please!"
Clark's thighs trembled and his hands shook, and Lex wasn't quite the paragon of self-control he'd planned to be. He quickly finished undressing Clark and took his cock in his mouth.
Clark moaned and held Lex's head in place, insistently. It wasn't necessary, though. Lex's plan was to make Clark come as many times as humanly possible, and this seemed like a good time to start. He lavished attention on Clark's cock, using his tongue and lips and the fine edge of his teeth, and Clark soon came in his mouth, calling his name.
Lex sat back and admired his handiwork. Clark looked raunchily mussed, hair wild, eyes wide and dazed, bright spots of color in his cheeks.
Lex got to his feet and stripped off his own clothes. "Come on." He held out his hand. "Let's go take a shower."
Clark took his hand and stumbled after him into the bathroom. Lex maneuvered him into the shower, under the warm spray. The water slicked Clark's skin, ran in rivulets down his long legs. Lex soaped his hands and ran them all over Clark's body, touching him everywhere. A teenager's libido was one of the great marvels of nature, and Clark started to get hard again.
Lex let his hand wander down Clark's back to his ass. He cupped the muscular cheeks and dipped one finger into the cleft.
Clark drew in his breath. "Are you going to--"
"Not yet. I want to fuck you in my bed. But this is going to feel good. I promise." He pressed a kiss to Clark's damp shoulder. "You're so beautiful." And lightly circled Clark's hole with his finger.
Clark murmured softly and closed his eyes. Lex grew bolder and gently pushed inside. Clark gasped and bucked up, pressing back against Lex's finger. His cock bobbed eagerly.
"Spread your legs for me. Lean forward, put your hands against the tile."
Clark did, making desperate little noises, his thighs trembling. Lex stroked him inside, deeper and deeper, until Clark cried out, "Shit!" His body went rigid and then a tremor passed through him like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity.
"Feels so good, doesn't it?" he said against Clark's ear, stroking that hot spot deep inside him.
"God!" Clark started to shake.
Lex added another finger. "I bet that's even better."
Clark moaned. "Please! I need--" He glanced down at his straining cock. "Let me--"
"No."
Clark whimpered in protest.
"Trust me. It'll be good this way." Lex added a third finger, and Clark groaned loudly, frantically fucking himself on Lex's hand.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need," Lex crooned to him. He stroked more vigorously. "Just close your eyes and come for me. Come on. Now." He thrust his fingers hard into Clark's body.
Clark screamed, and his cock went off like a fire hose, spewing come all over the tile. His knees started to buckle, and Lex caught him, pulling him into his arms. Clark breathed heavily against his shoulder, his whole body shuddering.
"I didn't know it could be like that."
"Did you like it?"
Clark laughed softly. "I almost passed out. So, yeah, I'd have to say I did."
Lex kissed him. "Good." He smiled, feeling rather smug. "Come on. Let's dry off."
They got out of the shower, wrapped themselves in fluffy towels and padded back to the bedroom.
Lex nodded toward the bed. "Go lie down. On your stomach."
Clark looked a little nervous, but there was heat in his eyes, too. He let his towel fall to the floor and settled onto the bed. Lex pulled out a bottle of massage oil, poured a little into his hands and warmed it. He knelt on the bed beside Clark and started to knead his shoulders.
"It'll help you relax," he said.
Clark sighed. "God. That feels amazing. How'd you get so good at giving massages?"
"I had a Swedish nanny who taught me." Lex started to work his way down Clark's back.
"Mmm," Clark moaned softly and started to push his hips into the mattress.
Lex stroked the soft swell of Clark's ass, his touch lighter, more erotic. "That's right. Just let go."
Clark was breathing hard, and Lex urged him up onto his hands and knees. Clark opened his thighs wider, giving Lex access, permission. Lex spread his cheeks and ran the tip of his tongue along the cleft.
Clark sucked in his breath. "God!"
Lex held his hips still and continued his exploration, working his way back to the little hole, tonguing, stroking with his fingers. Clark moaned, and Lex pushed his tongue inside, breaching him.
"Fuck!" Clark screamed, his whole body shaking.
Lex frenched his hole, making sloppy love to it. Clark babbled mindlessly, a stream of broken sentences and whimpered pleas and Lex's name over and over again. Clark was boneless and gasping, and Lex was so hard he hurt.
He pulled on a condom, his hands shaking, lubed Clark and himself, and pressed his cock against Clark's entrance. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes! Just fuck me, Lex. Fuck me." He spread his legs wider in encouragement.
Lex had never been one to go trolling for virgins. He just liked sex. He didn't particularly care how many other people his partner had fucked. But as he slowly sank into Clark's body, he was profoundly aware that he was the first, the only. Clark was so tight and so sweet, and all for him.
"Mine," he said, as he started to thrust.
"God, yes. Yours. All yours, Lex. Fuck me. Please."
He rocked his hips harder, fucking in earnest now, and Clark pushed back, meeting every thrust. Lex snaked his hand around Clark's body to stroke his cock. Clark whimpered. His shoulders shook. His thighs trembled. He pushed back frantically against Lex's cock and forward into his hand.
"Lex! God-- I'm going to--" His body went stiff, and he spurted in Lex's hand, screaming his name.
Lex squeezed his eyes tightly shut as Clark's spasming body pulled the orgasm out of him. Clark collapsed onto the bed, and Lex slumped against him, trying to catch his breath. When he could make himself move, he carefully pulled out, threw the condom in the trash and lay down beside Clark.
Clark burrowed against him. Lex brushed the hair back from his forehead. "How do you feel?"
"Mmm. Fantastic."
"Good." Lex pulled him into his arms.
"You wore me out, though," Clark said drowsily.
Lex pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Go to sleep."
Clark nodded. "And when we wake up, we can do it again." He sounded quite happy at the prospect.
Lex fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face. Deflowering Clark had gone just as planned.
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
***
Lex was not sentimental about first times, just practical. How you lost your virginity influenced how you felt about getting fucked for a long time afterwards. And since he had every intention of fucking Clark as often as humanly possible, he wanted this to go well.
Clark stood by the windows in the bedroom, waiting for him. In the late afternoon light, he looked almost otherwordly, like an angelic messenger or some mythological god in a Renaissance painting. His gaze was locked on Lex, his eyes filled with questions, maybe even a little fear. But his cock was hard, outlined against the fabric of his fitted black pants, and he licked his lips in anticipation.
Lex knew there were people who would kill to have this, but Clark was his. All his.
He crossed the room and kissed Clark fiercely. He was a realist when it came to hustlers. He knew Clark would moan and beg and tell him it was good no matter what, but he was determined to make all that real, make this good. He wanted Clark so addicted to him, to his mouth and hands and cock, that he wouldn't be able to think about anyone or anything else, any time soon.
Clark broke the kiss, breathing heavily. His hands went to the buttons of his shirt. "Should I--"
Lex brushed them away. "Let me."
As erotic as it had been to watch Clark undress for him, Lex found it an even bigger thrill to take matters into his own hands. His fingers slid along the soft, finely woven cotton of the shirt, stroking over Clark's chest, teasing his already stiff nipples.
"Please," Clark begged. He pressed closer, and Lex could feel the heat of his erection against his hip.
Lex only smiled. Clark had no idea yet what it really meant to be desperate, but he would soon enough.
Lex eased the jacket from his shoulders and flung it onto a nearby chair. Taking off beautiful clothes to get to a beautiful body was like unwrapping the best kind of present, and Lex liked to take his time opening his packages. He rubbed his hands in circles over Clark's hips and started to unfasten his belt.
"Yeah," Clark murmured.
Lex pulled the belt from the loops with infinite patience, the leather sliding deliberately across the fabric, teasing, arousing.
Clark's eyes turned a darker shade of green. "Please. Just get me naked."
Lex didn't answer, just kissed him, slick thrusts of his tongue that left Clark gasping. He eased Clark down onto the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees in front of him. Clark's hands settled onto his shoulders, squeezing restlessly. Lex took off Clark's shoes, pulled off his socks and stroked each bare foot reverently, tracing the bones and the high, elegant arches. Clark moaned and opened his legs wider, his cock straining noticeably against his pants.
Lex rose up onto his knees and pressed himself between Clark's splayed thighs, leaning in for another kiss.
Clark cradled his head in his hands, stroking his scalp. "Just fuck me now. Please, Lex. I'm ready."
Lex laughed softly as he strung kisses down Clark's throat. "You're so impatient."
Clark wrapped his arms around Lex's shoulders, hands clenched in his shirt. "I want you so much."
"And I want it to be good," Lex murmured, as he started to unbutton Clark's shirt.
The soft plum fabric fell away, revealing golden skin, and Lex ghosted his fingers over Clark's naked chest, leaning in to taste a nipple.
"Shit!" Clark gasped.
Lex sat back on his heels, opened Clark's pants and pulled them down. He could smell Clark's arousal, and there was a damp spot spreading on the front of his briefs. Lex traced it lightly with his finger.
Clark bucked up into his touch. "God. Please!"
Clark's thighs trembled and his hands shook, and Lex wasn't quite the paragon of self-control he'd planned to be. He quickly finished undressing Clark and took his cock in his mouth.
Clark moaned and held Lex's head in place, insistently. It wasn't necessary, though. Lex's plan was to make Clark come as many times as humanly possible, and this seemed like a good time to start. He lavished attention on Clark's cock, using his tongue and lips and the fine edge of his teeth, and Clark soon came in his mouth, calling his name.
Lex sat back and admired his handiwork. Clark looked raunchily mussed, hair wild, eyes wide and dazed, bright spots of color in his cheeks.
Lex got to his feet and stripped off his own clothes. "Come on." He held out his hand. "Let's go take a shower."
Clark took his hand and stumbled after him into the bathroom. Lex maneuvered him into the shower, under the warm spray. The water slicked Clark's skin, ran in rivulets down his long legs. Lex soaped his hands and ran them all over Clark's body, touching him everywhere. A teenager's libido was one of the great marvels of nature, and Clark started to get hard again.
Lex let his hand wander down Clark's back to his ass. He cupped the muscular cheeks and dipped one finger into the cleft.
Clark drew in his breath. "Are you going to--"
"Not yet. I want to fuck you in my bed. But this is going to feel good. I promise." He pressed a kiss to Clark's damp shoulder. "You're so beautiful." And lightly circled Clark's hole with his finger.
Clark murmured softly and closed his eyes. Lex grew bolder and gently pushed inside. Clark gasped and bucked up, pressing back against Lex's finger. His cock bobbed eagerly.
"Spread your legs for me. Lean forward, put your hands against the tile."
Clark did, making desperate little noises, his thighs trembling. Lex stroked him inside, deeper and deeper, until Clark cried out, "Shit!" His body went rigid and then a tremor passed through him like he'd been hit with a jolt of electricity.
"Feels so good, doesn't it?" he said against Clark's ear, stroking that hot spot deep inside him.
"God!" Clark started to shake.
Lex added another finger. "I bet that's even better."
Clark moaned. "Please! I need--" He glanced down at his straining cock. "Let me--"
"No."
Clark whimpered in protest.
"Trust me. It'll be good this way." Lex added a third finger, and Clark groaned loudly, frantically fucking himself on Lex's hand.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need," Lex crooned to him. He stroked more vigorously. "Just close your eyes and come for me. Come on. Now." He thrust his fingers hard into Clark's body.
Clark screamed, and his cock went off like a fire hose, spewing come all over the tile. His knees started to buckle, and Lex caught him, pulling him into his arms. Clark breathed heavily against his shoulder, his whole body shuddering.
"I didn't know it could be like that."
"Did you like it?"
Clark laughed softly. "I almost passed out. So, yeah, I'd have to say I did."
Lex kissed him. "Good." He smiled, feeling rather smug. "Come on. Let's dry off."
They got out of the shower, wrapped themselves in fluffy towels and padded back to the bedroom.
Lex nodded toward the bed. "Go lie down. On your stomach."
Clark looked a little nervous, but there was heat in his eyes, too. He let his towel fall to the floor and settled onto the bed. Lex pulled out a bottle of massage oil, poured a little into his hands and warmed it. He knelt on the bed beside Clark and started to knead his shoulders.
"It'll help you relax," he said.
Clark sighed. "God. That feels amazing. How'd you get so good at giving massages?"
"I had a Swedish nanny who taught me." Lex started to work his way down Clark's back.
"Mmm," Clark moaned softly and started to push his hips into the mattress.
Lex stroked the soft swell of Clark's ass, his touch lighter, more erotic. "That's right. Just let go."
Clark was breathing hard, and Lex urged him up onto his hands and knees. Clark opened his thighs wider, giving Lex access, permission. Lex spread his cheeks and ran the tip of his tongue along the cleft.
Clark sucked in his breath. "God!"
Lex held his hips still and continued his exploration, working his way back to the little hole, tonguing, stroking with his fingers. Clark moaned, and Lex pushed his tongue inside, breaching him.
"Fuck!" Clark screamed, his whole body shaking.
Lex frenched his hole, making sloppy love to it. Clark babbled mindlessly, a stream of broken sentences and whimpered pleas and Lex's name over and over again. Clark was boneless and gasping, and Lex was so hard he hurt.
He pulled on a condom, his hands shaking, lubed Clark and himself, and pressed his cock against Clark's entrance. "Are you ready, baby?"
"Yes! Just fuck me, Lex. Fuck me." He spread his legs wider in encouragement.
Lex had never been one to go trolling for virgins. He just liked sex. He didn't particularly care how many other people his partner had fucked. But as he slowly sank into Clark's body, he was profoundly aware that he was the first, the only. Clark was so tight and so sweet, and all for him.
"Mine," he said, as he started to thrust.
"God, yes. Yours. All yours, Lex. Fuck me. Please."
He rocked his hips harder, fucking in earnest now, and Clark pushed back, meeting every thrust. Lex snaked his hand around Clark's body to stroke his cock. Clark whimpered. His shoulders shook. His thighs trembled. He pushed back frantically against Lex's cock and forward into his hand.
"Lex! God-- I'm going to--" His body went stiff, and he spurted in Lex's hand, screaming his name.
Lex squeezed his eyes tightly shut as Clark's spasming body pulled the orgasm out of him. Clark collapsed onto the bed, and Lex slumped against him, trying to catch his breath. When he could make himself move, he carefully pulled out, threw the condom in the trash and lay down beside Clark.
Clark burrowed against him. Lex brushed the hair back from his forehead. "How do you feel?"
"Mmm. Fantastic."
"Good." Lex pulled him into his arms.
"You wore me out, though," Clark said drowsily.
Lex pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Go to sleep."
Clark nodded. "And when we wake up, we can do it again." He sounded quite happy at the prospect.
Lex fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face. Deflowering Clark had gone just as planned.
***
You can read the previous parts here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
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