by Karen Colohan

There are advantages to seeing while those around you believe you're still blind.

Admiring the soft, red strands of Martha Kent's hair, the softer curves of her breasts as she bends down to speak, for one.

Also, watching as her son spreads Lex over the back of the leather couch, pounding into his ass with strong, controlled thrusts of his hips.

Best of all is learning Lex's greatest weakness - the vulnerability he clearly hoped to keep secret - revealed by the unguarded look in his eyes as he comes, Clark's name on his lips.

Lionel's triumph remains hidden behind dark lenses.

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