Sanctified
Notes: Originally appeared in my LJ.
It will be tonight.
Tonight will be perfect. When Clark arrives, Lex won't give him a chance to back
away, not this time. He will push the door closed, shove Clark against it, and
take that mouth that says no while his eyes always scream yes.
No more games. Secrets and lies won't matter when he puts his mouth on Clark's
for the first time. Will matter less with every inch of skin that Lex will bare
to his teeth, lips, tongue. He'll climb inside Clark's skin and find a home
there. Maybe he'll even find absolution there with a chance at salvation.
That will all be secondary to the feeling when Clark finally touches him. Those
large hands will close over Lex's ass, trembling with what Clark's held back for
so long and will finally submit to. The fingers will be clumsy with haste as
they undress him, hunger a living thing made of them both, set free to ravage
all in its path.
The cool, stone-scrubbed air will hit his bared flesh like a shockwave, making
the delicious, wet heat when Clark swallows his cock even more electrifying.
Those perfect lips will close around him, working on primal instinct rather than
knowledge, and the difference will shake Lex to the core. He'll loose control in
a way that he hasn't allowed himself in years, pouring everything into that
tight, hot mouth and letting it wipe the slate clean.
He will be reborn with Clark. Sanctified in the temple of that mouth and made
new. In return, he will sully the fallen angel, giving him pleasure that assures
he stays earthbound and forever within reach. Clark's clothes will fall away
easily under his hands, and Lex will guide him, prod him open, taste his rim
with quick strokes.
Clark will pull away at first, fearing the unknown, thinking it wrong, but Lex's
hands will gentle him, coax him. Soon, false morality will be nothing but a
specter to be chased away. Pleasure the only guiding principle, and Lex will
take Clark fully with his tongue, push deep and drive him to the breaking point.
Only then will Lex fuck him. Then, when Clark is wild and needy and bucking
under his mouth. That is when he will take him, sheath his cock inside Clark and
ride him until they both collapse. Then, when nothing matters beyond the
pleasure -- not lies or love or any other extraneous weights. That moment will
be perfect.
That is why tonight will never come.
~The End~