Office
Romp
“Luthor!”
Lex looked up from his lap top at the sound of the bellowing voice. He smirked and sat back casually in his plush leather office chair. “Is there something I could do for you today Superman?” he drawled arrogantly.
The imposing figure stepped from the balcony and into his office, slamming the glass doors shut behind him. Superman looked pissed off - big time, to say the least.
“Who said you could get out of bed this morning?” the Man of Steel glared.
Lex glanced down at his watch and lifted one brow. “It is ten thirty.” Lex gestured at the lap top. “I do have some files to look over.”
Superman sighed and shook his head, the amazingly stiff hairstyle not budging one inch. For the trillionth time, Lex wondered how he managed not to muss up those gorgeous black tresses while stopping tidal waves from destroying whole towns.
“You were supposed to wait for me. I went home to find you gone.” The voice softened and the face changed. It went from an expression of confidence to the sweet facial features of Clark Kent.
Lex grinned and stood. He tilted his head and opened his arms. “Come here, sexy,” Lex purred. Faster than Lex could see, Clark was out of the red and blue suit and in his arms naked.
“I got scared when you weren’t home,” Clark said.
Lex soothed his lover with quick rubs of the bare back. “Everything go okay?” Lex whispered into the smooth skin beneath his lips. Clark just nodded against his shoulder. “Do you want to get back to what we were doing this morning?” Clark nodded again.
Lex moved out of the warm embrace and took two steps back. He kept his blue eyes on Clark’s green ones as he tugged the crisp white shirt from his trousers.
Clark watched through long, black lashes as Lex plucked each pearl button from its hole. Clark’s cock jumped when the shirt fell open.
“Will you wear the watch?” Clark whispered.
Lex almost laughed. “For you I would do anything.” He pulled his shirt open and slid it off. The watch was already on his left wrist and he had to tug harder to get the shirt past it. Clark’s eyes went wide when he saw how the sunlight gleamed off the band.
“You thwarted my plans for world domination,” Clark said huskily.
Lex knew this game. He narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I did. I was a very bad boy for getting in your way. You should spank me.”
Clark sat down on the leather sofa. His cock, ramrod straight, pointed up from the damp black curls between his legs.
Lex walked behind his desk to the phone. He informed his secretary that under no circumstances was he to be disturbed. When he looked back up to Clark, his lover patted his lap and motioned with a curled finger for Lex to join Clark on the sofa. Lex shimmied over and cried out when Clark grabbed his wrist (the one with the watch on it) and pulled Lex down.
“You have been a very bad boy today, Mr. Luthor,” Clark said. Seconds later, Lex’s trousers and briefs lay in rags on the floor and Clark’s hand slapped down on one bare cheek.
Lex shook from the blow and groaned at the feel of Clark’s stiff cock pushing into his belly. Five more smacks, and the bottom beneath Clark’s hand burned. Clark fondled the red angry flesh.
“You should tie me up too,” Lex stated through clenched teeth. “In case I try to escape.” Lex made to stand but Clark’s large hand held him down.
“Yes.” Clark fondled the wristwatch and trailed a finger down Lex’s arm. He let Lex get up and watched as his lover removed what was left of his suit. It was only the third one Clark had shredded this week but Lex didn’t care. All he cared about was getting what he wanted.
“I remembered to bring the party favors, just in case,” Lex said as he walked to the small closet. Clark was right behind him reaching in and taking out the objects before Lex could get them. “Somebody is very horny today.”
“Fuck yes. I’ve missed you.” Clark held up the two long, black soft leather straps and pulled out the small, thinner one. He walked over to a chair and set the long straps down. “Come here. As punishment for destroying my doomsday device, you will be my sex slave for the rest of your life.”
Lex waited as Clark slipped the thin collar around his lover’s neck and buckled it on.
“Safe word,” Clark said as he adjusted the collar.
“The same one as always: bankrupt.”
Clark stepped back and admired his handiwork. His eyes wandered down to the wrist-watch and narrowed.
Lex smiled and lifted his wrist shaking the watch in the process. He had stopped asking long ago why Clark always insisted Lex wear the watch during their games. Not that he cared why really. After all it did make Clark even hornier.
Clark lifted the two leather straps and walked behind Lex. Obediently, Lex offered his arms. Clark pulled them behind Lex, grasped the delicate wrists in one fist, taking care to not touch the watch. He expertly wound them with one strap, and then tied them off. Letting them drop, he wound the other one around Lex’s elbows until Lex’s shoulders strained. Clark manhandled Lex to the desk and bent him over it, kicking Lex’s legs apart.
“This is how you should always be,” Clark said into Lex’s ear. He knelt down behind the prone body and caressed down the ass crack with one big thumb. He smiled when Lex shuddered at the touch. “Hm. What to do. . . . I could lick you till you come all over that paperwork or I could fuck you so hard, you squirm when you sit down.”
“Oh god,” Lex shuddered. A big hand smacked his already red ass cheek. Crying out at the sudden swat, he lurched forward.
“Who said you could talk?” Clark stood and walked around until Lex could see him. Clark crossed his arms and glared down at his captive. “Luthor, you have played your last card.”
Lex raised a pale brow at the words. “No I haven’t, you evil, vile creature you,” Lex said sharply.
Clark grinned briefly and glared at the desk. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out the tube he spotted with his x-ray vision.
“Expecting somebody?” Clark moved behind Lex again popping the cap on the lubricant.
“You’ll never turn me to the evil side,” Lex said getting into his role. Clark squeezed some lube into his hand and prepped his weeping cock.
“I’ll teach you to interfere in my plans to take over the world.” Clark positioned himself behind Lex and pushed. Big hands grasped the slim, pale hips, giving Clark the leverage he needed to push as deep as he wanted. “God, I could fuck your sweet ass all day.” Clark fucked with deep, long strokes, taking care to not pound Lex right through the desk beneath them.
“Is that the best you can do, alien?” Lex taunted between grunts.
Clark smacked one cheek, then the other as he pounded into the tight heat. The force of the blows sent paperwork fluttering to the hardwood floor. Clark smirked as Lex pushed up to meet his thrusts.
Seconds later, Lex was coming with a scream that Clark was sure the whole office would hear. Clark covered his lover’s mouth quickly and pulled him up continuing to thrust as he followed Lex over the edge into ecstasy. Clark pulled out carefully and held Lex against his sweat-drenched chest tilting his head to kiss him. The look in Lex’s eyes was one of sheer bliss.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, lover,” Clark whispered. He stepped back and carefully extricated Lex from the bindings. Slowly he messaged each limb back to life and walked Lex to the leather sofa. Clark sat down and pulled Lex onto his lap, taking care not to hurt him; Lex ground his ass down and sighed deeply.
“Um, sir?” Lex’s secretary called from the other side of the door.
“Everything is fine. Get back to work,” Lex managed to call out. They sat quietly for a few minutes as Lex caught his breath.
“You okay?” Clark finally asked as he caressed Lex’s cooling back. Lex just nodded.
“Next time I want to be the villain and you can be the captured hero,” Lex finally whispered.
“Sure anything you want. It’s just that I always have to play the hero out there. It’s more fun if I play the bad guy.”
Lex slid his arm around Clark’s neck and kissed him long and hard. “Tell you what: I will always play the hero in bed if you do one thing for me.”
“Lex,” Clark said warily, but before he could protest further, Lex was sucking on his tongue, complete with wet sound track. Clark reluctantly broke the kiss.
“Just tell me why you always make me wear a wrist-watch,” Lex whispered.
Clark banged his head against the back of the sofa several times until Lex stopped him with a firm grip and another wet kiss. Lex’s cock was getting hard again. Lex slid from the lap and straddled it without breaking the kiss. Clark had hardened as well, and since they had not cleaned up from their recent play he easily positioned Lex and slid in without trouble.
“Why, Clark?” Lex asked between kisses. Clark grasped the wrist with the watch still on it and rubbed a cheek against it.
“That is my secret,” Clark said as he encouraged Lex to ride him. Clark took the other wrist in his hand and pulled Lex’s arms behind Lex. He embraced Lex, lifting him in the air until Clark’s cock was almost unsheathed. Then he slammed Lex down, impaling him. Lex successfully choked back a scream, remembering this time where they were.
“Clark, come on. Don’t you think I deserve to know?” Lex went limp as Clark pounded into him.
Clark grunted and came. He gently set Lex down in his lap after pulling out and hugged him close. Cuddling was a favorite post-coital activity.
“Okay, but you can not laugh or make fun,” Clark finally said into Lex’s sweaty shoulder.
Lex pushed himself up and stared down at Clark, his eyes gleaming and lips smirking.
Clark narrowed his eyes. “Maybe I shouldn’t. You look too eager. I think that maybe some mystery has to remain between us.” Clark pretended to flinched when Lex smacked him on the shoulder.
“Bastard.”
“Asshole.”
“Fuck.”
“Sure.”
“Lex,” Clark shifted his lover till he was sprawled out under him.
“Yes.” Lex reached up to brush at the still stiff hair.
“I love you.”