"Clark? Are you home?"

"In here, Lex!"

"Clark, the penthouse has 15 rooms; 'in here' doesn't really narrow it down!" Loosening his tie and hanging his jacket in the closet, Lex shook his head as Clark's laughter reached his ears.

"I'm in the bedroom."

Dropping his briefcase off in his study first, Lex made his way to the room they shared. He leaned against the doorframe and took in the scene before him. Clark was naked and sprawled across the bed, erection in hand, stroking slowly up and down the length. On the bed beside him was a container of lube and a large box wrapped in silver paper and tied with purple ribbon.

"That for me?"

"Everything you see here is for you. Now ditch the clothes and open your present."

Lex obliged, laughing as he unbuttoned his shirt and folded it over the back of a chair and quickly followed suit with the rest of his clothes. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion. Chloe dragged me shopping with her today and I found a couple things I thought you might like."

"You aren't fooling me with the pseudo-innocence, farm boy."

Still stroking at the same languid pace, Clark merely smirked at Lex and jerked his chin in the direction of the gift. "Open."

Settling against Clark's side and pulling the box toward him, Lex began to carefully undo the ribbon, stroking the velvety softness with his fingertips. He started in on the paper, taking his time to lift each taped-down flap so as not to tear the wrap.

Clark started to laugh. "You even open presents with the same meticulousness you use when you’re looking over a business proposal. Lex, just rip it!"

Lex cocked an eyebrow at him before shrugging and ripping the rest of the paper off. Pulling the lid off the box, he paused to take in the contents.

"Do you like them?"

"Clark, yeah," his voice was almost reverent as he lifted the supple leather restraints out of the tissue-lined box.

Clark leaned up beside him, tongue flicking out to caress his earlobe before whispering, "To bind your arms behind your back."

Lex let his eyes slip shut a moment as he imagined the belts pulling his arms tightly together. Clark's tongue had moved to the juncture between neck and shoulder and was tracing intricate patterns on the skin there.

"Keep going."

Reaching back into the box he picked up the 2" ball gag with a leather strap. Clark's mouth was sucking a mark onto his shoulder now. The blindfold came out next and finally, with a small whimper of anticipation, Lex removed a large, black butt plug.

"Clark-" his voice was strangled, his cock hard and dripping pre-cum.

"It's over five inches long, Lex," Clark's voice was like sex in his ear, low and throaty with anticipation. "Two-and-a-half inches wide. And it's all for you."

The sting of teeth on his neck had Lex melting back into his lover's body. "Jesus, Clark."

The younger man reached for the blindfold, fingering the material almost lovingly. "Are you ready?"

A nod in response and then he was fastening the blindfold across Lex's eyes. Big hands stroked down his arms, brushed across the weeping tip of his cock, reached for the first leather band. Pulling Lex's arms backward, Clark fastened the strap across his biceps and tightened it until a grunt told him he had reached the point of discomfort. The second strap bound Lex at the elbows.

Shifting to straddle his hips, Clark leaned forward to press a bruising kiss to Lex's lips, stroking with his tongue and tugging his lower lip with his teeth. Pulled back and said, "Open."

The gag fit snugly into Lex's mouth, stretching his jaw just enough. Clark leaned in and licked the taut lips, then lifted Lex bodily from the bed and set him on his knees on the low table across the room in what Lex referred to as the sitting area.

A low moan found its way past the gag and Lex let his head loll back as Clark attacked his neck with a series of biting kisses and his hands opened the lube and squeezed some out. Slick fingers trailed down Lex's back and slid between the cleft of his ass. Moving down to circle and penetrate his hole. One thick finger sliding in and out followed quickly by a second; another moan around the gag at the to-quick stretch.

"S'ok," Clark whispered against his neck. "S'ok, I've got you." Lex was bundled closer to Clark's chest as his love's fingers crooked inside him to brush against his prostate. Beneath the blindfold Lex's eyes flew open and his back arched.

"That's right, Lex, let me in," the whisper of Clark shifting. "Hold yourself up."

Lex felt like hid world was going to implode when the heat of Clark's mouth enveloped his straining cock. Coupled with three fingers brushing his prostate with every stroke, it wasn't long before Lex was coming.

Clark moved back up, the fingers of one hand staying inside Lex while the others coated the plug liberally with lube and positioned it under Lex's body. Lex fell forward against his shoulder, breathing harshly through his nose. "You alright?" Lex nodded, still using Clark's body to support himself. "Good."

Slipping free despite the grunt of protest, Clark grasped Lex's ass and settled him over the tip of the plug. Lex tensed and relaxed in his arms and arched his neck backwards at the first sensation of the rubber invading his body, stretching him more with every centimeter gained. Clark paused, holding him in place with one hand long enough to slick Lex's already hardening cock with lube and pull his knees out from under him.

Supported totally by Clark now, he let his head rest against his shoulder and nodded vigorously when Clark asked him if he was ready. With no other warning, Clark let him drop the rest of the way onto the plug. Lex whimpered against the sudden stretch and burn, chest heaving, body leaning into his lover's touch as hands stroked and petted him.

"Lex, you're going to fuck me now," the words burned in Lex's ear, his cock twitched happily in response, and Clark moved him swiftly and gently to sit on the floor and then placed himself over his hips and grasped his already slick cock in his hand. Without preamble, Clark sank down to the hilt. Lex bucked beneath him, the feeling of filling and being filled overloading his senses.

"Need to see you, need to kiss you," he fumbled with the buckles on the gag and blindfold before finally pulling them off and taking Lex's mouth with his own.

"Fuck, Clark…"

His arms were freed and immediately wrapped themselves around the waist of the man writhing on his cock, running up and down his back and ignoring the sensation of pins and needles as full-circulation came back.

Clark's cock was weeping pre-cum, painting their stomach's as they moved against each other. Lex reached between their bodies to wrap a hand around his length, matching the rhythm Clark was setting. Silence shrouded the room save for the sounds of flesh slapping flesh, frantic breaths and soft expletives of pleasure.

"Lex, I'm-" quieted with a kiss and provoked with a wicked twist of Lex's wrist on an upstroke and Clark was coming, crying out into Lex's mouth as his body shook through the onslaught of orgasm. The clenching spasm around his cock was enough to push Lex over the edge.

"Hmm," Lex sighed a few minutes later. "Clark, you should buy me gifts more often."

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