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Sequel to Happy Birthday Clark.
The above picture was posted by andreas_ri and edited by tariel22.
The cuffs were made of stiff leather, and they felt rough against the skin of his wrists. Despite his confinement, Clark Kent managed to prop himself up on his elbows and grinned at the man who'd just cuffed his arms to a table in their living room.
"You know I can shatter these things like glass, right?"
Lex Luthor smiled back at him. "Go ahead and try."
His curiosity piqued by the hint of mischief in his partner's eyes, Clark tried to lift an arm, and discovered he couldn't. He felt his eyebrows draw down.
"What did you do, Lex?"
"Nothing permanent," Lex assured him. "There's just a little blue K embedded in the cuffs. You're powerless... but only as long as the cuffs are on."
Clark frowned more than before. "What if I don't want to be powerless?"
"Then I'll let you loose, Clark. You know you can trust me. If you're not comfortable with this, say so."
Clark looked up at the man he loved more than anything. He and Lex had been married for years, and over the course of those years Lex had proven himself worthy of Clark's trust, over and over again.
"Do you really want to do this?" he asked.
"I told you, Clark. This is what I want for my fortieth birthday. You, at my mercy."
Clark had agreed to Lex's request with an indulgent smile, knowing that he couldn't really be at anyone's mercy. But he should have expected that Lex would have come up with some way to make his fantasy reality. Lex always did.
Clark had to admit that the idea of being powerless and chained made him, well, uncomfortable. He was accustomed to always being the most powerful person in any situation. He was accustomed to being the strongest, the fastest. Finding himself suddenly vulnerable made him really, really nervous.
But there was no one he'd rather be vulnerable with than Lex.
"Okay," he said, letting himself drop back onto the table. It wasn't long enough for him to stretch out on, so he drew his legs up. Missionary position, he thought wryly. "I'm all yours, Lex."
Lex smiled, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. He placed his hand onto the middle of Clark's chest, and began to rub in slow, careful circles.
Clark felt his eyes drift close, and despite himself, he began to relax. Lex had been married to him long enough to know exactly how to affect him, and he'd always found having the center of his chest rubbed to be a very comforting sensation. He let out his breath in a long sigh, and all the tension flowed out of his muscles.
Lex's hand moved in ever-expanding circles, and when his palm stroked slowly over Clark's nipple, Clark jumped. A different sort of tension invaded his body, and he squirmed a little.
Lex lifted his other hand and began stroking his thumbs over Clark's nipples. Even through the blue t-shirt Clark wore, it felt really, really good. He felt his nipples harden under Lex's ministrations, and he felt himself hardening elsewhere, too. A low moan rose from his throat.
Lex shoved up the old blue t-shirt and lowered his head, and at the first stroke of his wet velvet tongue over Clark's nipple, Clark gasped. His head fell back, and his spine arched, offering himself to Lex in instinctive submission.
Lex took what he offered, licking at his nipple for long moments, while Clark gasped and moaned, then slowly taking the small nub into his mouth and sucking. All the while his other hand played with Clark's other nipple, pinching it, rolling it, caressing it, until Clark writhed wildly beneath him.
"Lex. Ahhhhh... Lex..."
Lex's voice was low and sultry. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." The word fell from him of its own accord. The very last thing in the world he wanted was for Lex to stop. "I just... oh, Lex, please..."
His cock was shoving eagerly against the worn denim of his jeans, and he needed to be touched there, needed it so badly his body shook and his blood ran hot in his veins. But Lex smiled, shaking his head.
"Not yet, Clark."
He lowered his head and continued his ministrations, licking and sucking and biting. Meanwhile, his hands began to stroke over Clark's body, sliding over his biceps, caressing softly over his abdomen. Clark strained against the cuffs, enjoying the light touch, but wanting so much more.
At long last Lex's hands began to unbutton his jeans. Clark nearly sobbed with relief as Lex pushed the denim aside, then hooked his boxers with a finger and pulled them down over his swollen erection. Lex straightened up and stared at what he'd uncovered, an expression of awe on his face.
"Even as long as we've been together," he said, his voice rough, "I just can't get over how beautiful you are."
He stretched out a hand, and at the first touch of his finger, Clark twisted wildly, feeling his erection spasming. Pleasure poured through him, and he felt precome welling up.
"Lex," he moaned, because he couldn't seem to say anything else. "Lex."
"Does that feel good, Clark?"
"It can feel better." Lex began stroking up and down, very slowly. "You need to want it a lot more desperately than this, Clark."
Clark couldn't imagine wanting it more than this. His cock pulsed in a steady, throbbing rhythm beneath Lex's exploring finger, and his balls were tight. He and Lex were both busy guys, and it had been a long time since they'd spent a lot of time on foreplay. Most of the time they were lucky to carve enough time out of their schedules for a quickie.
And maybe that was why Lex had wanted this for his birthday, he thought, so that they could rediscover the delights of foreplay. Clark couldn't say he minded. In fact, he seemed to be the primary beneficiary of Lex's present so far.
Lex lowered his head again, and at the first brush of his lips over Clark's erection, Clark heard a terrible sound escape his own mouth, a sound of anguished need and desperate pleasure.
"That's it," Lex whispered. "That's more like it. You haven't needed it this much in a long time, Clark."
He pressed soft, teasing kisses along the length of Clark's cock, and it felt so good, satisfying something deep within Clark while simultaneously making him want so much more. And then Lex's lips parted, and Clark felt the slow stroke of Lex's tongue against his most delicate skin, and he strained wildly against the cuffs, because he just couldn't take it any more.
He heard his own voice, pleading wildly, begging for it, now now now please Lex now. But Lex didn't give him what he wanted, didn't make any move to take him into his mouth or his body and satisfy him fully. He just let his tongue stroke up and down, questing gently, until Clark thought he might explode.
He'd never been so hard in his life. He'd never ached so much. Ordinarily he would have flipped Lex over and taken control, long before now. Ordinarily by now he'd be plunging into Lex, hard and fast.
Maybe that was why Lex had wanted this for his birthday. Because Clark tended to be impatient. He'd never been very good at waiting for satisfaction, and he had a tendency to take over the moment he lost patience.
But today he couldn't take over, because of the restraints. He had to go with Lex's timetable rather than his own.
He just wished Lex's timetable was a little, well, faster.
At last Lex wrapped a hand around Clark, drawing his erection toward him, and brushed a kiss over the sensitive head. Clark whimpered.
"Yes. Oh, yes, Lex, please..."
What he wanted was a quick resolution. He imagined Lex drawing him into his mouth and sucking him off, fast and hard. But instead, Lex began tracing around the swollen head with his tongue. Clark's mouth fell open and his eyes clenched shut, and he ground his teeth together to hold back another little noise of desire.
There was a moist sound, and he knew Lex was putting lube onto his hand. Thank God, he thought. He was finally going to get what he needed.
Lex continued to lick him, but his slickened finger slowly worked its way into Clark. Clark sighed with pleasure and anticipation as Lex added a second finger, stretching him.
This was what he wanted most. To be filled. To be part of Lex.
Lex curled his fingers a little, stroking the impossibly sensitive spot inside Clark, and Clark convulsed at the sudden pleasure. Precome surged from him, and Lex licked it away. Clark's voice rose in a long, wavering wail of frantic need.
Ordinarily Lex only finger fucked him long enough to prepare him, because frankly, Clark had never been able to wait very long. But today, Lex seemed determined to torture him. His fingers stroked Clark from the inside, relentlessly, endlessly, driving him higher and higher, to the point of insanity. Clark was so turned on he could hardly breathe, and he felt like his heart was about to pound its way out of his chest. Precome gushed from him with each stroke of Lex's fingers, and Lex licked it all away, and God, that felt good too.
He couldn't bear it any more. His balls were tight beyond bearing, and his cock was throbbing in a frantic, urgent rhythm. The top of his head was going to blow off any minute now.
"Please." His voice was an octave higher than usual, high-pitched and plaintive. "Please, Lex, you have to... you have to let me..."
"I don't have to do anything." Lex stroked him just a little faster, and Clark felt his cock jerking as Lex's fingers brought him so close to an orgasm that he gasped. "That's why I wanted to do this, Clark. So I could be in charge for once. You're always in charge. You always run things your way."
Clark had never meant to run things. He just wasn't really good at waiting. But he couldn't really argue the matter, because he knew perfectly well he tended to take charge. If he weren't cuffed, he would have been inside of Lex a while ago, and they both knew it.
Lex's fingers moved harder and faster, and his lips parted, drawing Clark into the hot depths of his mouth. Another of those quavering wails escaped Clark, and his hips flexed involuntarily, driving him deep into Lex's mouth. Heat and moisture surrounded him, and Lex's fingers were still inside him, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside, and he heard himself crying out with something close to ecstasy.
Lex's mouth moved harder, and his hand moved faster, and pleasure spiked through Clark, compelling and lavish and impossible to resist.
God, yes, he was going to come, he was going to come so hard, he was going to shoot right down Lex's throat, spasm after hot spasm, and it was going to feel so fucking good...
His cock twitched hard, and sweat beaded on his skin, and he arched wildly, trying to thrust even more deeply into Lex's mouth as Lex moved on him and in him, even harder and faster than before.
God. So hot so wet so close so close so close...
He'd lost any sense of self-control a while back, and he writhed helplessly, wild sounds rising from him. All he was aware of was his driving, overwhelming need. All he knew was Lex, Lex's hot mouth on him and his fingers caressing him and the scent of his skin in Clark's nostrils. Lex was in charge, totally in control, and it was so good and he had no idea why he'd ever wanted to be in control because being under Lex's command was so incredible...
Ordinarily he was careful of his partner, afraid of hurting him, but now he was thrusting wildly, deeper and deeper, lost in a haze of pleasure. And Lex took more and more of him in. His fingers thrust into Clark harder, and his other hand lifted, stroking Clark just beneath the balls, and Clark's wails rose toward a shriek.
His cock was jerking in a steady, violent beat now, gushing precome, and he knew he was only a few seconds away from a wild climax that would make him scream. He surrendered to the pleasure totally, surrendered to Lex in a way he'd never surrendered before, despite all their years of marriage.
Oh fuck fuck fuck...
"Ahhhhh." He was hardly aware of the sound of his own voice, crying out in desperate need. "Yes, Lex, yes, I'm coming, I'm coming... ahh, fuck, yes..."
Just as the pleasure began to saturate him, pouring through his body in a flood, Lex pulled back, letting him go with a pop and pulling his fingers away. Clark collapsed back onto the table, thwarted, almost sobbing with disappointment.
"Lex." He became aware that he was covered with sweat, gasping like he'd just run a race. "Oh, God, Lex, don't stop now. Please."
Lex straightened up, looking over his body with a possessiveness Clark had never seen in his eyes before. "Not yet," he said, very softly. "Not until I decide it's time."
"It's time." Clark squirmed uncomfortably, feeling his engorged cock resting on his belly, twitching with need. He needed the stimulation of Lex's fingers and his mouth and his body. He just needed Lex, more than he'd ever needed him before.
And maybe that was why Lex had wanted this. Maybe that was the whole point, to make him remember exactly how much he needed Lex, and how much Lex meant to him. God knew that as much as he loved Lex, he sometimes felt like he was taking him for granted, rushing through sex with him so they could move onto the next item on their schedule, not making love to him often enough because one or the other of them was always too tired, never cherishing him the way he ought to be cherished.
Lex was the most important thing in his life, and suddenly he wondered if Lex knew how much he adored him. He wondered if he let Lex know how he felt about him nearly enough.
He had an awful feeling that the answer was no.
"It's not time," Lex answered. "Not yet."
"Lex..." Clark paused to gasp in air. "Lex, I love you."
"I know." Lex reached down and began stroking his cock again, a single finger moving up and down, so softly it almost tickled. His voice was very low. "But sometimes I get the feeling you don't really see me anymore. Even in bed. Maybe especially in bed."
"Yeah. Maybe. It's just..." Clark tried to ignore the sensations Lex was creating in him. He drew in a shuddering breath and continued. "We're just both so busy, Lex. I just never feel like we have time..."
"That's why I wanted to do this." Lex was looking down, apparently riveted on the sight of Clark's erection bobbing against his stomach, but Clark had a feeling Lex was just trying to avoid meeting his eyes. "I thought maybe if we did things a little differently... if we shook things up a little..."
Clark gave a long sigh that would have ruffled Lex's hair, if he'd had any. "I'm sorry, Lex. I never meant to make you feel like I wasn't into you anymore."
"I just... I'm forty, Clark. I know I'm not as young as I used to be, but..."
Clark gaped at him. "Is that what this is about? You think maybe I don't think you're sexy because you're..."
"Old," Lex finished with a wry twist of his mouth. His hand stilled, and he bowed his head. "Yeah. Maybe that's it."
"Oh, my God." Clark fought to keep laughter at bay, because he could tell Lex didn't find the idea at all amusing. "That's stupid, Lex. You're sexier now than you've ever been."
"I wish I believed that," Lex muttered, still not meeting his eyes.
"Believe it." Clark grinned. "Let me go, and I'll show you just how sexy you are."
"Uh-uh, buddy." Lex finally looked up, and met Clark's smile with a hesitant one of his own. "Not yet. I still haven't gotten my birthday present."
"Not my fault," Clark pointed out. "I've been asking for it for the last fifteen minutes."
"True." Lex's finger started stroking him again, and Clark twisted against his bonds, with no success. Goddamned blue kryptonite, he thought irritably.
"Lex," he whispered, and his voice sounded rough and raw-edged, like he'd been eating nails. "Come on. Let me have it. Let me have you."
Lex looked at him for a long moment, as if gauging the level of his need. At last he reached down and began unbuttoning his own trousers. He let them fall to the floor, along with his silk boxers, and stripped off his own shirt. At the sight of Lex's long, pink erection, Clark felt his own eyes widen, as if he'd never seen it before.
Maybe, he thought, he hadn't really looked at it in a long time. In fact, he was pretty sure he hadn't really looked at Lex in a long time. And that was a pity.
Because Lex was so beautiful the sight of his bare body stole Clark's breath away.
Lex began slicking lube over his cock, and Clark gave another long sigh of desire and anticipation. He was no longer at the frantic peak of physical need he'd been at a few minutes ago, but emotionally, he wanted Lex more intensely than he'd wanted him in years. He wanted to fix the rift he'd inadvertently let develop in their relationship. He adored Lex, with every fiber of his being, and right now what he wanted, more than anything, was to show Lex how much he loved him.
Lex reached down and pulled off Clark's jeans and boxers, leaving him naked from the waist down. And then he gently pushed at Clark's thighs, stood between Clark's open legs, and leaned forward. The feel of his cock nudging against the inside of Clark's thigh sent a fiery jolt of longing through Clark, and he moaned.
"Please," he whispered. "Please, Lex, please..."
Lex pressed against him, his hands gripping Clark's arms, and then his hot, sleek cock slipped into Clark, fitting just as perfectly as he always did. Clark groaned and threw his head back.
It felt so intimate that tears stung his eyes. God, he loved Lex so damn much. How the hell had he let things get to the point where sex was just another activity on their schedule, instead of a constant reaffirmation of their love for one another? When had he started thinking of sex as just another item to be checked off the daily calendar?
And how long had it been eating away at Lex's self-confidence, making him think Clark didn't find him as attractive as he had when they were younger?
The thought of Lex imagining himself to be unattractive, even old, made Clark's eyes sting some more. He lifted his head and kissed Lex's throat, trying to convey everything he felt for him, everything he'd ever felt for him. Trying to tell him without words that to Clark, he'd always be sexy.
Lex moaned, pressing deeply into Clark, then withdrawing again. His second thrust was so hard Clark gasped, and his fists clenched. All the desperate physical need he'd felt earlier came flooding back.
"Faster," he whispered against Lex's throat. "Please."
Lex didn't fight him this time. He began thrusting, in a steady, hard rhythm, and Clark gave into it, gave into Lex. Lex was the one in control, the one with all the power, and Clark was okay with that.
Hell, he was more than okay with it. It was overwhelming. His spine arched, and he heard himself crying out again.
Lex made love to him for long moments, never varying his rhythm, never moving quite fast enough to let Clark come, holding him right on the verge. At last Clark heard himself whimpering, a broken, sobbing plea for release.
He felt Lex's hands tighten on his arms, and then Lex was slamming into him violently. Heat exploded inside him, filling him, then spilling over. His cock spasmed in an endless orgasm, come spurting everywhere, and he heard Lex's voice raised, felt the heat deep inside him as Lex climaxed right along with him.
Afterward, he fell back against the table, and Lex collapsed onto him. The two of them lay there for long moments in a comfortable, companionable silence. At last Clark spoke, very softly.
"Lex... I do love you, you know. I think I love you more every day. And you're sexier than you ever were."
Lex lifted his head and looked at him, his gray eyes heavy-lidded with physical contentment. But beneath the contentment, Clark still saw a flicker of insecurity.
"Are you sure you're not just saying that?"
"Believe me, I'm sure." Clark turned his head, brushing kisses over Lex's jawline. "Forty suits you, Lex. And if I haven't been dialed in enough when we make love... well, that's my fault, not yours. I guess I got a little too focused on work."
"Your work is important."
"So are you." Clark turned his head a little further and kissed Lex on the mouth. "Nothing in my life is more important than you, Lex. And from now on... I'm going to make sure you know it."
Lex kissed him back, then pulled back and looked at him. In the silver depths of his eyes Clark saw the customary gleam of self-confidence, and he knew with relief that Lex believed him. "Do you want me to let you up now?"
"Hell, no." Clark grinned. "You wanted me at your mercy for your birthday, right? Well, your birthday has barely begun."
"I'm not sure I can do that again." Lex's mouth curved in a self-deprecating smile. "I'm not as young as I used to be, Clark."
"Doesn't matter. You get sexier every day."
Lex stared at him for a long moment. When he answered, his voice was barely a whisper. "I'm glad you think so, Clark."
Lex lowered his head, and the two of them shared a long, intimate kiss. Before long, Clark felt the other man's body begin to stir against him. He closed his eyes, feeling heat curl deep in his own body, and smiled against his partner's mouth.
"Happy birthday, Lex."