Author: Katya Starling
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Kink Bingo: Anal
Word Count: 476
Date Written: 1 March 2019
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
This was wrong, he thought, all wrong. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be allowing this, shouldn’t be having these feelings. But then he’d tried to stop these feelings. He’d tried to stop them for years. They were not going away. Even his mother claimed it was okay although his father now hated him for it. Before he’d died, Jonathan had made it quite clear that Clark was no longer his son as long as he possessed feelings for the man behind him.
But he did have those feelings. He’d tried everything to get them to hush, but nothing worked. It was Lex who he loved, Lex who he wanted, Lex who was the only one he could ever love. Lex drove deeper inside of him, and a moan split from Clark’s lips. “Are you okay?” the man he loved asked in concern, his whispering breath hot against Clark’s sweaty neck.
He moaned again and nodded. He was okay. He was more than okay. He was scared, but he’d never admit it out loud. How could one thing be so wrong and yet feel so right? he wondered. He loved Lex. No one else had ever made him feel the way Lex did. No one else had ever come close, not even Lana. He loved him, and though he’d tried to stop, he couldn’t. He would always love him.
So how then could this be wrong? he wondered. They loved each other, so how could this simple act of acting on their love be wrong? He’d always heard it was. The church would condemn them; according to them, God would condemn them. But according to his mother, nothing that was brought together by God could be wrong, and it was God, not themselves, who chose who loved.
He had no control over the fact that he loved Lex. He’d tried and tried not to. But he did love him. He loved him. He wanted him. He needed him. He ached for him -- and then, as Lex strove deeper still and passionately kissed the side of Lex’s neck, his tongue eagerly lapping up his sweat, his thoughts suddenly stopped. His doubts ceased. The voices in his head, for the first time in years, all hushed instantaneously.
Lex cradled Clark and pulled him further back against him. Another moan broke from Clark’s lips. “That’s it, baby,” Lex whispered, his fingers curling in Clark’s dark curls and pulling his head back. “Let it go. Come for me.” Then he covered his mouth with his own, his tongue striving deep inside of his hot, wet mouth as he surged upward inside of Clark’s tight, muscular buttocks.
Lex’s mouth drowned out Clark’s scream. There was nothing wrong with this, and he hoped he had finally proven that point to the man he loved. Nothing could ever be wrong with acting on love.