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Lex hated hosting these events. Inviting so many sniveling, brainless, money-hungry, strangers into his property felt like his own personal hell. But he needs good press now more than ever and this was an easy way to get it. This particular event was supposedly for raising money for some charity. Charities? He couldn't be bothered to remember.
He had drifted off into a corner, after making small talk with as many people as he could before the bile in his throat threaten to spill over. Nursing a glass of whiskey, he'd found himself in the perfect position to observe the room. Most people were using this outing as an excuse to dress up and get drunk. Some reports were floating through the crowd attempting to get coherent quotes from some of the more notable names here. Lex had even given a few quotes himself.
It was all so very grating. Every single person here was putting up a front for one reason or another, himself included, and you could practically taste the distrust in the air.
He shifts his gaze, noticing a tall figure blending into the shadows of the room. He was undeniably handsome, almost annoyingly so. His hair held perfect ringlet curls. And his eyes were piercingly blue and looking right at him.
He turned away as soon as he noticed Lex saw him. But it couldn't undo what Lex had seen. He had been staring at him absentmindedly for a while now. And the idea of that was the most thrilling thing to happen all night.
Throughout the rest of the gathering, Lex caught him staring on multiple occasions. He always tried to play it off but it was like he couldn't seem to look away. The rapt attention, from a stranger no less, should not feel as compelling as it does. But Lex finds himself scanning the crowd for him, hoping to be met with the same intense gaze, and feeling the thrill build each time they finally lock eyes.
He did some quick research, and discovered the man was a reporter for the Daily Planet, Clark Kent. The one and only person to ever interview Superman. It was like the gods were handing him this opportunity on a silver platter. And who was he to pass that up?
Lex quickly realizes that if he ever wants to talk to the man (instead of just continuing to eye-fuck him all night), he's going to have to initiate it himself.
He waits until Clark is distracted, wanting to ensure he has the upper hand in this conversation. He silently stalks his way towards him, stopping to stand directly in front of the man. Clark's face is turned and his guard his down. Leaving Lex to bring his focus back to him.
"You," he jabs a finger lightly into his chest, "have been eyeing me all evening." He's careful to keep his tone playful instead of accusatory, not wanting to scare off the man completely.
Clark is caught off guard, apparently not expecting Lex to actually speak to him. His eyes grow wide and an embarrassed flush spreads across his face.
"Mr. Luthor! I'm sorry, I didn't-"
Lex cuts him off, his voice sharp. "Did I ask you to apologize?"
"No- no sir."
Sir. Huh. Lex files that information away for later.
"I'm not mad at you, darling. I enjoyed it."
Clark furrows his brows in disbelief. "…You did?"
Lex hums in confirmation. He gives the man a once over. He was much more attractive up close. Clumsily put together in a way that seemed overthought, forced. Like he wanted to blend in and stand out at the same time. And he was built. His oversized suit jacket hid it from a distance but up close it was undeniable. It was a bit odd for a reporter. There was something about him that felt…
"Have we met before? …You look familiar."
The man tries and fails at biting back a grin. Like there was some inside joke Lex wasn't aware of.
"I get that a lot. Just have one of those faces y'know?" A hint of an accent slips through. A southern twang that should not be as charming as it is.
Lex makes a noncommittal sound. That couldn't be it, there was something familiar about him, he just couldn't put his finger on what. Lex's brushes it aside for now.
Clark shifts his weight back and forth. Still nervous it seems. "Mr. Luthor, is there a reason you decided to talk to me?"
Lex wants to correct him, say that Mr. Luthor is his father, but that would take away the power Clark was practically handing to him. And where is the fun in that?
He hums and lowers his voice, saying his next words slowly, almost mockingly, just to see that pretty flush grow darker. "Oh, you seem like a smart boy, what do you think?"
It works exactly how Lex wanted it to. The flustered look on Clark's face was well worth every second of boredom Lex had to endure tonight to get here.
Clark hesitates, something complicated flashes across his face. "…I think you can find someone better."
That answer takes Lex by surprise but he quickly pushes past it. He has a goal now and he's not one to give up easy.
"Really? Because I don't think I can." Lex steps into his space, running his fingers up the hard muscle of his arm. "You have been watching me all night, practically drooling. I think I deserve that kind of attention, don't you?"
Clark shivers. His eyes slightly hazed over. He responds without a question. "…Yes."
Lex raises an eyebrow at him. "Yes, what?"
Clark lets out a shaky exhale. "Yes, you deserve it, sir."
"Good boy."
Clark makes a soft whine at the praise. Which turns into a surprised gasp when Lex grabs him by the tie and drags him to a quiet room away from the rest of the event.
As soon as the door is closed, Clark's back is being shoved against it, and Lex is kissing him with a fervor. Nipping, sucking, and licking into his mouth. Tangling their tongues together with a hunger he can't suppress now that they are alone. Clark moans into it, and Lex swallows the sweet noise greedily. He kicks Clark legs apart to fit his knee between his thighs, pressing up into him, prompting a low whine to leave the mans lips.
Lex grins into his mouth before pulling away slightly, Clark tries to follow the movement but is held back. He'll learn better soon enough.
"You are going to be patient, and you are going to do what I tell you. I'll let you come but only if you are very good. Understand?"
Clark nods enthusiastically. "I understand."
Lex smirks, flipping their positions so he can lean his back against the door, and pushes down on Clark's shoulders. Clark drops to his knees so quickly he probably hurt himself but he doesn't show it.
Lex unbuckles his belt slowly, reveling in the way Clark's eyes never leave his fingers. Watching him with the same fierce intensity he had earlier. He starts wetting his lips like a dog, eagerly waiting for his favorite toy. Lex shudders at the thought.
Clark nearly whimpers at the sight of Lex's cock. His fists tight at his sides, silently waiting for permission to touch.
Lex runs his fingertips along Clark's sharp jaw, tilting his chin up, and rubbing the pad of his thumb on his plush lips. Lex hums to himself, satisfied.
"Open."
Clark happily obliges, opening his mouth wide and relaxing his jaw.
"So obedient." Lex purrs the praise, letting the words flow out like dripping honey. Slow, sweet, and syrupy.
Clark whines at the words, desperate and loud. Shifting his weight from knee to knee as he tries to ignore his growing erection.
Smirking down at him, Lex continues his teasing. "You like that? Just want to be a good obedient puppy, hm?"
The man's eyes go wide and he fucking whimpers. A shiver running through his whole body in response.
Lost for words at the display before him, Lex simply runs his fingers through Clark's hair for a moment. Grounding both of them with the touch. Clark leans into it, chasing the feeling. Lex rests his hand on the crown of his head, loosely gripping the hair there.
Clark, seemingly getting a little impatient, leans forward and licks a wet stripe up Lex's cock. Stopping to mouth at the head, before taking all of him into his mouth.
Lex gasps and tightens the fingers in his hair. This seems to encourage the other man to take him deeper, as he relaxes further, letting his nose brush against the sensitive skin of his stomach. Lex feels himself hit the back of Clark's throat without any struggle, not a single gag or sign of discomfort. God, Lex was going to ruin him.
A new fire lit itself within Lex, an intense nearly possessive look in his eye as he starts shallowly thrusting down Clark's throat. Testing to see how far he can push him. He's only met with encouragement from Clark as he moans around him. The vibrations rolling through his body like a crashing wave.
Lex slowly starts building up the rhythm of his hips once he sees Clark can handle it. Sees that he would be begging for it if his mouth wasn't already so busy.
His thrusts become more relentless, and erratic as he edges towards orgasm. Setting a punishing pace that Clark just sits there and takes. "Such a good boy, taking me so well."
Clark whines at the praise, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth as Lex continues to fuck his throat. He's painfully hard in his pants, trying to get some relief but the position he's in doesn't give him room to find any. He stares up at Lex helplessly, begging silently with half-lidded eyes.
That look is what sends Lex over the edge. He comes down his throat abruptly. Gripping his hair to pull him close while he rides out his orgasm. Clark swallows greedily around him not letting anything go to waste.
As gently as he can, Lex pulls Clark off of him. Running his fingers through his hair to fix the mess he's made of it. Admiring him almost proudly.
Lex puts himself together. Fastening his pants again. Deciding how he wants to deal with the man still kneeling before him.
"Do you want to come, puppy? Think you've earned it?"
Clark's eyes go wide at the hypocorism. Surprising himself with how much it excites him.
"Please."
Lex nods, an almost predatory look in his eyes. "Show me."
Clark scrambles to stand up and undo his pants as quickly as possible. Getting his painfully hard cock out and waiting under Luthor's gaze.
He hesitates for just a moment, taking the sight in. Clark is huge. Shockingly so. Long, thick, and uncut. Lex needed to get his hands on him. Now.
Lex clears his throat before speaking. Forcing himself to focus. "Turn around."
That catches Clark by surprise, clearly not what he was expecting Lex to say. But he obeys without question.
Lex wraps his fingers around his waist and pulls him flush against him. Clark's back held firmly to Lex's chest. He can practically feel the nervous anticipation flowing through Clark's body.
He trails his fingers down to his thigh, deliberately dragging this out just to feel the subtle reactions Clark gives him. A muscle twitching, his breath hitching. He wanted to toy with him for hours and hours. Watch him become a pathetic, crying, begging, mess for him. Because of him.
His other hand still gripping Clark's waist, he nips at his ear, sending a shiver through him. He drags his fingertip along the length of him, making Clark groan low in his throat. The sound only spurs him on, he continues to just barely touch him. His fingertips ghosting over his sensitive skin. He brings his thumb to his slit, swiping the pre come he'd been leaking, along his shaft.
"You just couldn't help it, huh? Dumb mutt leaking all over yourself before I've even touched you properly."
Before Clark has a chance to even breathe in response, Lex has his fingers wrapped around his cock.
Clark moans high and desperate, leaning into the touch. His hips stutter like he's trying to hold himself back. They stay like that for a second until Clark starts squirming with impatience. "Can I…move…please?"
"You may."
His thrusts start rough and erratic, too pent up from the lack of stimulation until now. He quickly finds a rhythm that he likes, fucking himself into Lex's hand like he's dreamed of this.
Lex keeps his hand as still as he can, forcing Clark to work for his pleasure. It was the hottest thing Lex had seen in a long time.
Clark bites back a groan, his hips faltering slightly. "I'm so close…please can I-" He cuts himself off with a sudden moan, grinding faster into Lex's hand.
Choosing to play nice for once, Lex murmurs in his ear. "Go ahead, puppy. Let me see."
He comes hard, nearly shaking with the force of it. When his hips start to slow, Lex finally moves his hand against him, guiding him through his orgasm.
He sighs and relaxes into Lex. "…thank you." He doesn't really seem aware he's said anything still coming down from his high.
Lex hums in response, distracted cleaning the both of them up.
After a while of sitting in comfortable silence, Clark breaks it shuffling awkwardly, unsure what to do with himself. "I…should let you enjoy the rest of your evening."
Just as he twists the doorknob Lex calls out to him. "Kent, you're forgetting something." He slips something small into his pocket. "I'll be in touch." He gives Clark a sly look and slips past him. Leaving him alone in the room to collect himself.