by Karen Colohan

"Clark, have your rescues always been thinly veiled excuses to grope me?"

Flying high above the lights of Metropolis, Lex was wrapped in the folds of Superman's cape. His back was fitted snugly to Clark's chest, big hands holding him secure. One rested possessively across his crotch.


"You kissed me the first time we met."

"It was the kiss of life!"

"Details, Clark, details... answer the question."

"It makes me - happy when you're safe."


"Okay, horny! You have a problem with that?"

Shifting, Lex felt the hard cock nudging his ass. "Did I say it was a problem?"

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