Febff: Day Eleven: Acceptable Petting (Clark/Lex/Lois, hard R)
Title: Acceptable Petting
Category: fic
Pairing: Clark/Lex/Lois
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 770 words
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mpreg. Belly touching. M/m/f threesome.
Notes: Written for my own little FebFF; follow the tag for more. Inspired by pregnancy in the family and conversations at work (I <3 my coworkers).
Summary: Having a baby belly is not in itself an invitation to touch.
"Oh, baby belly!" Lois coos.
Lex glares at her, but she's saved from the full-force of a death glare by a) the sarcasm in her voice and b) the fact that she comes bearing a familiar glass of yellow. Lex makes grabby hands and gets the straw in his mouth before he can say something decidedly negative and piss Lois off. He closes his eyes in delight at the combination of warm chocolate and banana, his current craving (the one he's allowed to indulge, at least).
Without even attempting to reach for Lex's distended torso, Lois settles herself on the floor beside the sofa he's stretched on. "I'm surprised you've given up the attempts to hide," she continues, leaning one elbow on the cushion under him. She steals his straw when he lets it slip from his mouth. She makes a face at his concoction but her complaints are cut short by the appearance of another tall glass, this one filled to the brim with pink froth. "Thanks, Smallville."
"You're welcome, Lois," Clark says. He insinuates himself between Clark and the back of the sofa with strength, floating, and practice. "How is yours, Lex?"
"Mm," Lex hums, straw once more in his mouth.
He pauses momentarily when one of Clark's big hands settles on his stomach,, but the rubbing motion Clark sets up is soothing. 'Massage' is on Lex's short list of what contact is acceptable when it comes to his 'baby belly'.
Lois sips at her smoothie but puts it aside, then traces cold finger tips over Lex's neck. He pulls back, but there's not very far to go. His glare is ineffective as she smirks at him and rolls up onto her knees. "Lex."
"No," he says, very firmly. She frowns, eyes flicking to Clark for a moment before coming back to Lex. She raises an eyebrow flirtatiously. "No."
She's not put off long. She steals Lex's straw again and then leans close and puckers. "Please?" Between the massage, the treat, and the fact that she's asking, Lex is feeling mild. She licks her lips. "I'll make myself useful while I'm down there."
Clark's hand stills, twitches, then resumes. He's unable to get his breathing back to normal as quickly, though. Lex snags his straw back and nods. "No nonsense chatter."
Lois rolls her eyes and knee walks her way down until she's level with Lex's belly. Clark obligingly, lifts Lex's shirt, working his massage into it. Lex makes his own face at the far wall at the predictability. Clark's fascination with Lex's stomach is matched only by his continuing obsession with Lex's cock. Add in Lois, and-
He'll deny that he made such a noise, but Lois's hand is still slightly chilled as she drags it on the soft skin of his navel. She smirks at him before splaying her hand flat between cock and stomach. Her hair tickles as she lays her head atop the mound of his stomach.
Clark's hand strays from Lex's stomach to Lois's hair at regular intervals. It's not a blow job, but there's something he's missed, a sense of home that's strongest when Lois is with them.
Then Lois is moving again,, sliding the loose waist of Lex's sweat pants down to gain access to his boxers. She takes her time, hand warmed from his skin. When she wraps her fingers around Lex's length, he and Clark sigh in tandem.
Lois looks at them from the corner of her eye, her smile relaxed into something like affection. Then she's opening her mouth over the head of Lex's erection and taking him in, the heat of her mouth eliciting a gasp from him.
She brings her free hand to Lex's stomach and Clark's fingers catch over hers. Lex closes his eyes and sinks back against Clark, not surprised when his blended banana is removed from his relaxing grip. Clark slides an arm under his head and they shift, gently, until Lex is mostly on his back. Lois slides her mouth of his cock with a wet pop and climbs over his legs to straddle them.
Clark's petting takes a less soothing turn as his hand curves over Lex's hip and then tugs Lex's leg up. Lois grins as she moves to accommodate this shift and then her hair falls and obscures he from view at the same time as she sucks Lex back in.
Lex tries to lift his leg to give Clark more room and thick fingers trace between his buttocks. It's reminiscent of how he 'got in trouble', though at this point, he doesn't have to worry about unexpected pregnancies.
Category: fic
Pairing: Clark/Lex/Lois
Rating: hard R
Word Count: 770 words
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Mpreg. Belly touching. M/m/f threesome.
Notes: Written for my own little FebFF; follow the tag for more. Inspired by pregnancy in the family and conversations at work (I <3 my coworkers).
Summary: Having a baby belly is not in itself an invitation to touch.
"Oh, baby belly!" Lois coos.
Lex glares at her, but she's saved from the full-force of a death glare by a) the sarcasm in her voice and b) the fact that she comes bearing a familiar glass of yellow. Lex makes grabby hands and gets the straw in his mouth before he can say something decidedly negative and piss Lois off. He closes his eyes in delight at the combination of warm chocolate and banana, his current craving (the one he's allowed to indulge, at least).
Without even attempting to reach for Lex's distended torso, Lois settles herself on the floor beside the sofa he's stretched on. "I'm surprised you've given up the attempts to hide," she continues, leaning one elbow on the cushion under him. She steals his straw when he lets it slip from his mouth. She makes a face at his concoction but her complaints are cut short by the appearance of another tall glass, this one filled to the brim with pink froth. "Thanks, Smallville."
"You're welcome, Lois," Clark says. He insinuates himself between Clark and the back of the sofa with strength, floating, and practice. "How is yours, Lex?"
"Mm," Lex hums, straw once more in his mouth.
He pauses momentarily when one of Clark's big hands settles on his stomach,, but the rubbing motion Clark sets up is soothing. 'Massage' is on Lex's short list of what contact is acceptable when it comes to his 'baby belly'.
Lois sips at her smoothie but puts it aside, then traces cold finger tips over Lex's neck. He pulls back, but there's not very far to go. His glare is ineffective as she smirks at him and rolls up onto her knees. "Lex."
"No," he says, very firmly. She frowns, eyes flicking to Clark for a moment before coming back to Lex. She raises an eyebrow flirtatiously. "No."
She's not put off long. She steals Lex's straw again and then leans close and puckers. "Please?" Between the massage, the treat, and the fact that she's asking, Lex is feeling mild. She licks her lips. "I'll make myself useful while I'm down there."
Clark's hand stills, twitches, then resumes. He's unable to get his breathing back to normal as quickly, though. Lex snags his straw back and nods. "No nonsense chatter."
Lois rolls her eyes and knee walks her way down until she's level with Lex's belly. Clark obligingly, lifts Lex's shirt, working his massage into it. Lex makes his own face at the far wall at the predictability. Clark's fascination with Lex's stomach is matched only by his continuing obsession with Lex's cock. Add in Lois, and-
He'll deny that he made such a noise, but Lois's hand is still slightly chilled as she drags it on the soft skin of his navel. She smirks at him before splaying her hand flat between cock and stomach. Her hair tickles as she lays her head atop the mound of his stomach.
Clark's hand strays from Lex's stomach to Lois's hair at regular intervals. It's not a blow job, but there's something he's missed, a sense of home that's strongest when Lois is with them.
Then Lois is moving again,, sliding the loose waist of Lex's sweat pants down to gain access to his boxers. She takes her time, hand warmed from his skin. When she wraps her fingers around Lex's length, he and Clark sigh in tandem.
Lois looks at them from the corner of her eye, her smile relaxed into something like affection. Then she's opening her mouth over the head of Lex's erection and taking him in, the heat of her mouth eliciting a gasp from him.
She brings her free hand to Lex's stomach and Clark's fingers catch over hers. Lex closes his eyes and sinks back against Clark, not surprised when his blended banana is removed from his relaxing grip. Clark slides an arm under his head and they shift, gently, until Lex is mostly on his back. Lois slides her mouth of his cock with a wet pop and climbs over his legs to straddle them.
Clark's petting takes a less soothing turn as his hand curves over Lex's hip and then tugs Lex's leg up. Lois grins as she moves to accommodate this shift and then her hair falls and obscures he from view at the same time as she sucks Lex back in.
Lex tries to lift his leg to give Clark more room and thick fingers trace between his buttocks. It's reminiscent of how he 'got in trouble', though at this point, he doesn't have to worry about unexpected pregnancies.