by Karen Colohan

Smooth and tanned, warm to the touch, Clark's skin is the most perfectly addictive thing in Lex's experience. The taste of clean sweat gives way to darker, earthier flavours as Lex moves down.

Clark writhes under him, gasping at every slow lick. Lex trails one hand across Clark's chest, feels the play of muscles, the leashed strength.

A quick swipe of Lex's tongue across the head of Clark's cock and the boy's hips arch off the bed. Lex slides his fingers lower, pressing home.

Clark comes, moaning his name, and Lex knows this is one pleasure he'll never give up.

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