Smallville Fic(let)/Drabble Meme + shameless TVD promotion

[ladygawain]

I am overcome with many of the feelings on the soon-coming end of my show, (Smallville). So to help myself (and maybe some of you) through this, I propose a.........

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a curious thing, nc17, (clark/lois) Part 2

[ladygawain]

“See, when you do this kind of thing to me-there’s this one thing you do with your tongue that’s kind of amazing.” Her head is tilted as she rambles philosophically. She doesn’t stop with the hands though. Her thumb swipes across the crown and spreads his moisture all over him, her fingers a tight ring around his hard flesh. She’s jerking him off, and still talking. He tries to focus on what she’s saying. “So, I feel like, since we don’t have a lot of time with this-it’s only fair that I get to try it on you, at least once.”

He nods, not even sure what she’s talking about, and thrusts his hips forward. “What-whatever you want, Lois, anything-oh shit.”

Her mouth closes on the head of his dick without warning, warm and slick. She sinks lower, pulls back up, and slides down again. Looking down, he sees her rose-pink lips wrapped tight around him. He sinks his hand into her hair to guide her and rocks forward so she takes him deeper. When he pulls at her hair, she meets his gaze, sharp and focused, watching his every move with heat in her eyes.

He feels dazed, like his world has contracted to a fine point, like it’s flooded with heat and light and pure sensation-her teeth grazing along the underside of his cock, the liquid heat of her surrounding him, the dip and swirl of her tongue, her fingers fondling his balls, the tight grip and then the release, and again. He brushes her hair out of her face and thrusts a little harder, his fingers curling through her hair. She takes all of him, right until his cock hits the back of her throat, her bangs tickling his lower abdomen, and hums around the length. The throb makes him yelp and he’s close-fuck-. He grimaces and bangs his head against the wall.

She releases him with a wet pop and he grunts in protest.

“I’m not finished yet, Smallville.” By the tone of her voice and the smug smirk on her lips, he can tell she loves this, loves driving him nuts-but he’s known that from the minute they met. And he likes it.

Circling him with her fingers, she slides her tongue along the underside, licking at the vein that runs along the length of it.

And then he feels it.

Oh...

Her tongue vibrates against him. Stuttering at first, as if she’s trying to work out her rhythm and then a steady pulse that reverberates right through him, a spike of heat from his dick through his body that drives him closer to the edge. He yells something, her name, a curse, claws at the brick face of the wall behind him, his body hanging somewhere in between pushing harder at her face, begging for more, and yanking himself back because it’s too much-

“Oh my god.”