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*In twilight's sparkling dew
Thy breath sounds soft*
The first time, and it was all so new. He stared in wonder, eyes drawn helplessly to the expanse of flesh and bone spread before him. The swiftly fading sun traced lines of amethyst and vermilion across the ceiling, and the dusky hue of evening bathed their faces in slate and gray.
He reached out, a fine tremor shivering through his fingers as he tapped grace notes against the warm, smooth skin of Lex's arms. He heard Lex sigh, watched his eyes closing in anticipation as his hands flexed, wrists crossed above his head on the pillow. Clark trailed his fingers lower, drawing mirrored paths down forearms, stroking lightly in the velvet soft elbows, and testing the resilience of firm biceps before notching his thumbs into the hollows beneath. The skin here was addictive, as smooth as silk.
He leaned forward, nose nuzzling into skin still softly scented with deodorant, a trace even the most dedicated of showers could not erase completely. Breathing in deeply, he raked his cheek into the hollow. So warm, the blood pulsing just beneath the thin skin, and the smell of heat, and *Lex* was so potent here. His tongue darted out, lapping softly at the crease and Lex moaned, the sound echoing in his ear.
A secret smile, information and response filed for later reference, and his journey continued. Soft suckling along the prominent collarbone, and longer, wetter licks at the hollow of his throat. This time he felt the moan, the vibration tingling through his mouth. It was like he could *feel* Lex, like his cells were tuning themselves to his fundamental frequency, and the ache in his groin intensified. So heady-- sweet rush of pleasure already threatening to overwhelm-- and they had only just begun.
He snaked his hands under Lex's torso, clasping them in the small of his back as he lapped down and to the left. The pebbled nipple speared between his lips, turgid tip prodding at his teeth. He nipped the adjoining skin, rasping his tongue against it over and over before fusing his mouth around it and sucking strongly.
A choked gasp met his ears, and the legs beneath his shifted restlessly, opening to cradle his hips. He felt the movement long before his brain could process what it meant, too caught up in the taste and feel of Lex to worry about anything else… except for this. A steady, rhythmic roll of hips, strong clench of thighs bracketing his, and the sweet, sultry pressure of cocks ground together between their stomachs.
The languid urgency caught him in his grasp, and he offered not even a token protest. Lips locked together, breath shared in wet caresses and wordless moans, and the urgent press of hips and thighs consumed them, created the sum total of existence in that moment. He shuddered, the weight of arousal bearing heavily on his shoulders, and pressed harder against Lex, needing something more than this random friction to find his release.
The angle changed abruptly, Lex hooking one leg in the small of his back and arching into the thrust. A sharp nip against the column of his extended throat, hot breath coursing over the dampened skin, and he collapsed. The warm flood smeared between their bellies, and the pulsing shocks in his cock echoed the fluttering in Lex's.
Soft and quiet, a twilight's first encounter, and the first night of many.
*And to a frosty shaft of moon,
Lately noted an vanished soon,
My gaze belongs, to you.*
Ten years later, and it was still new. He gripped the pillow tightly, muffling his cries in its down as Lex pounded roughly into his ass. The stretch, the burn, were perfect, and he shuddered as another stroke stabbed. Just. There.
It was so hard to hold still, to keep from bucking wildly into each thrust. The wet slap of Lex's balls, spanking sharply into his buttocks, was wildly erotic. He knew Lex loved his response to the *sounds* of sex, so much more powerful when he couldn't see, and the lead-lined blindfold intensified his reaction almost unbearably.
The sharp dig in the creases of his thighs was a welcome distraction, something to tease sensation away from his aching cock. One hand left his hip, throwing him off balance for a minute before he shifted slightly on his knees. He heard the wet rasp of tongue against palm and tensed in anticipation. He didn't have long to wait.
Lex's hand wrapped firmly around his erection, squeezing for a moment before sliding down and back up, jacking him with a slow, steady rhythm. He arched his head, trying to shift the rhythm, speed the movements in his ass and on his cock, but found his head shoved roughly into the pillow for his trouble.
He moaned, loving the feel of Lex's hand tangled in his hair, fragile human bones grinding his face into the pillow, sharply tugging his hair in rebuke when he tried to raise his head. So incredibly fucking *hot* to have Lex own him, bend him to his will, subjugate him and control his pleasure. Even more erotic knowing the reality was that he allowed it, that here in their bed he need not be in control, could give it up completely.
"So beautiful when you're mine."
The words were breathed against his spine, teeth biting sharply into his shoulder, and he came, crying Lex's name. He collapsed onto the mattress, quiescent beneath Lex's ragged thrusts. Once, and then again, and he felt the pulse of Lex's release and the contented sigh that punctuated the boneless slump against his back.
They lay like that for a few moments, Clark easing closer and closer to sleep. The feel of Lex's withdrawal eliciting a protesting moan that was shushed softly as Lex padded into the bathroom. The sound of running water and wringing cloth heralded his return. He smiled and hummed as the warm rag wiped between the cheeks of his ass, and rolled over without protest when Lex nudged his shoulder. Quick, efficient strokes cleaned the drying semen from his cock and stomach, and he felt Lex reach behind his head to untie the blindfold.
He blinked in the sudden brightness, the moonlight illuminating bright as day after the total darkness of the cloth. He felt a sappy grin stretch his cheeks, mirrored in the soft glow that flushed Lex's face and lent a sparkle to his eyes. Another rag wiped the sweat from his face before joining its companion on top of the towel on the floor.
Lex joined him, wrapping them both in the comforter before tugging Clark's head to his shoulder.
Sweet exhaustion, familiar pleasure in the moonlight's lambent glow, and it was another cherished moment.
*In the dawn
Wild feasts of soothing song
Such satiation begs only more*
Forty-five years, and it would never grow old. He stretched his lips around the head of Lex's cock, teeth sheathed beneath a supple veil. His tongue darted around the ridge, lapping broad stripes across the moist crest and probing the slit at its center. Sinking lower, he bathed his tongue and the roof of his mouth with Lex, the finest flavor for the most cultured of palates. He chuckled at the thought of likening Lex to a fine wine, and was rewarded with a sharp buck of the lean hips clasped between his palms.
The hand in his hair tightened, fingers twisting in the strands. He followed the silent directives of that hand, pressing his nose into Lex's groin as the head slid farther into his throat. He looked up and saw half-lidded blue eyes slide closed in ecstasy as the smooth head tipped back before bobbing forward once more, neck made boneless with pleasure.
His fingers tightened, bruises threatening beneath the skin as he sucked more strongly, humming his pleasure in the act. Lex frowned, lower lip caught between his teeth as his face tightened in a rictus of exquisite agony. It was a face still young-- only a few lines tracing the pale, fine skin at his eyes and the corners of his mouth-- and delight warred with gratitude that he could enjoy this sight every night, and for countless nights to come.
He moaned, slick saliva trailing from the corners of his mouth as he sped the rhythm. So, so close, the scent of Lex's arousal filling the air with musk and velvet, and he wanted to *feel* it, to taste Lex's come coating his mouth and tongue with liquid fire. Another suckling pass, the tight heat of his throat as he swallowed around the shaft, and his wish was fulfilled, warm thickness filling his senses.
A kiss, the dawn heavy with their mingled pleasure and words of devotion, a prelude to eternity.
~~The Beginning~~