Fic: Hero's Lament | DCU/SR | Clark/Lois/Richard/Lana | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Hero's Lament
Authors: saavikam77 & anissa7118
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark/Lois/Richard/Lana (yes, you read that right!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,135
Prompt: Originally for the Porn Battle and for rizny's graduation: Richard/Lois/Clark/Lana, foursome, bed, tumble, love, comfort, slick, hilarity
Summary: After a large-scale rescue goes terribly wrong, Clark needs some serious TLC. Luckily, his lovers are there to help.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: My first real co-written fic! \O/ HUGE hugs and accolades to Anissa for starting this and approaching me to help write the porn. :)
Author's Notes #2: This takes place in the OT4-verse posted in lanalois4ever, which is an AU of the LS/Heirs-verse by kalalanekent and anissa7118; all you need to know is that Clark and Lois are married, Lana and Richard are married, and the 4 are enjoying a low-stress relationship.
Disclaimer #2: The authors would like it noted that all four participants here do practice safe sex. They're exclusive to each other, and were all known to be healthy before getting involved with each other. Also, due to a variety of surgical, chemical, and biological reasons, no one has any real chance of getting pregnant here.
Hero's Lament
He's a hero; he should be stronger than this. They all know he’s thinking it, just as they know the tides of frustrated anguish and sorrowful rage are slowly sweeping him out of his mind. It was a disaster no one could have foreseen, claiming thousands of lives before anyone even realized the danger, and for once Clark was too late. Guilt gnaws at him, grief weighs on him, and anger―at himself, at fate, at the blind stupidity of it all―lurks beneath the surface.
He’s already lashed out once, sharp words to someone who only tried to comfort him, and now he feels even worse for his display of temper. His heart so plainly worn on his sleeve, Clark disappears into the bedroom to compose himself―really to hide from them all, from the disappointment and accusation he expects to see in their eyes.
Lana, already scalded once by his wrath, smooths her auburn hair back. “I don’t know about you,” she says quietly, not moving from her corner of the couch, “but I’ve had about enough of this.”
Richard, still stunned by the flash-fire of anger a moment ago, nods from the other end of the sofa while Lois sighs in annoyance, curled in the chair opposite. “His messiah complex is all his father’s fault,” she growls.
“Time to remind him he’s only human?” Richard asks, an ironic lilt to the words. Of course they all know he’s not biologically human, but as Lana staunchly insists, he was raised by humans and is therefore psychologically human. Complete with the human hatred of failure that leads so easily to self-disgust.
Lana nods, rising from the sofa, and the other two follow her into the bedroom, where they find Clark dropped onto the bed, one arm flung across his eyes. These three who are his lovers as well as his closest friends can easily read the pain and tension in him.
If he really didn’t want to be comforted, he could be out of the room and halfway to the Fortress before any of them took a step. But he only thinks he wants to be alone, and he merely holds his body stiffly as they curl up to him. Richard slides an arm under his neck, cradling the larger man close, while Lois takes his hand and kisses each knuckle softly. Lana sits at his feet, unlacing his shoes and drawing them off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Clark mutters, and he’s trying to sound angry. None of them fall for it. When they don’t hesitate even for a second, he tries to sit up, and all three hold him down.
Their strength is no match for his, but he can't struggle against them. He heaves a sigh, and shivers in spite of the warm air.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Lana whispers, and she’s sliding up his body then, lying atop him with her long hair falling down to curtain his face. His blue eyes are fraught with agony, and she gives him the surety and serenity of her own soul in her sea-green gaze. “You save so many, Clark, but you can’t save us all.”
“I should’ve been there sooner,” he groans.
“How could you know?” Richard demands. “The people living right there had no idea what was going on. How could you, half a world away, somehow know what was going to happen?”
“I should’ve―” Clark begins, but Lois silences his self-recrimination with her fingers pressed to his lips.
“Shut up,” the raven-haired woman murmurs affectionately. “Clark, love, you did everything you could, as soon as you could. It really wasn’t your fault―you’re not a god, you’re not all-knowing or all-powerful, and you know that.”
“Yeah, you’re only superhuman, after all,” Richard says, and his tone is so facetious that even Clark cracks a wan smile. He ruffles the younger man’s sandy hair, still too overwhelmed to speak.
“Clark, just hush,” Lana tells him as she unbuttons his shirt. “Let us take you away from this for a little while, okay?”
With a sigh of relief, he surrenders, and the three of them begin to sweep him away from his grief and pain. He doesn’t have to think, only feel and react. Lois is the first to shed her blouse, Lana reaching over to unhook the bra for her, and then Lois is leaning in, cupping her breast in her hand, offering Clark her nipple. His lips close over it gratefully as he wraps an arm around her automatically to pull her closer, and Lois shivers.
He doesn't need super-hearing to know what Lana whispers in Lois's ear then, moving close against them both, and he groans around Lois's nipple when Lana settles with her knees straddling his waist, one hand reaching back to cup him through his pants and the other caressing Lois's left breast. The sight of them together never fails to light a fire within him, and he starts to harden quickly beneath Lana's touch, eyes half-lidded so as not to miss anything good.
And it's all good, the taste of Lois's skin sweet on his tongue as he licks and sucks. He watches as she turns slightly to let Lana kiss her teasingly, tongues twining between open lips. Such a beautiful sight, he can't help bucking up into Lana's palm.
Another hand joins Lana's then, and Clark can't help a shuddering moan at the heavier pressure, realizing Richard's slid further down along his side, pressing his own growing erection against Clark's hip. Heat starts to coil low in his belly at that, and he grazes his teeth over Lois's nipple just enough to get her to shiver again, never taking his eyes off the two women above him as they kiss each other more hungrily.
Releasing that nipple with a final lick, he pulls Lois down further, and curls his free arm around Lana's waist to pull her along, too, to kiss them both in turn. The smirking look Lana gives them both with a flick of her green eyes afterward is soft, yet calculating, and Clark only has to wonder at it for a moment before she murmurs, “I think it's past time we got you completely naked.”
Really, he can't argue with that, and just as he's about to let them go to sit up and help expedite things, Lois plants a hand on his chest firmly and Lana slides off of him to the other side, displacing Richard as he moves to the end of the bed. “Oh, no you don't,” Lois shakes her head slightly. “Just let us handle it.”
Clark lets his eyes fall shut as the ladies sit back up and two sets of hands go to work on the last few buttons of his shirt. He can hear and feel the rustle of the fabric as they take their time, the slide of the plastic discs through their holes, the teeth of a zipper being pulled down before warm hands slide around his waist, broad and strong, fingers hooking beneath the fabric of his briefs to pull them down with his pants, over his erection and down his long legs, before lips―
Oh, God, lips brush kisses everywhere as his three lovers finish divesting him of his clothes, pulling his shirt from his arms with a little help, little pecks and the slow slide of open mouths ghosting over his chest, his abdomen, his hips. He's already falling into sensory overload as his focus narrows down to just them and the way they tease him, pleasure him, love him. Breathy sighs and other clothes being done away with, sparks of heat dancing along his skin where they kiss and caress him, it's so much that he can't help another shudder when two mouths begin to nip at his chest, so light, just the barest impression of teeth.
But it doesn't stop there, oh no. The hands curling around his hips grip tighter, pressing him into the mattress, and a tongue licks a broad path up his erection from root to tip. Helpless beneath the ministrations, Clark bucks his hips weakly, needing more, God, more.
And then Richard's mouth is on him, surrounding him, and he can't help a plaintive groan. He's known for a long time that Richard knows his way around a man's body, but that understanding never quite lives up to the knowledge in application. Tongue swirling, sucking hard, long, deep strokes, the younger man is an absolute pro, and it doesn't take long before Clark is shuddering almost uncontrollably, a hand twining into Richard's short hair as he tries to not buck up into his mouth.
A slick finger finds its way down over sensitive skin to Clark's entrance, and presses gently in past the tight ring of muscle, deep, probing, and crooks just enough to meet its target squarely. What's left of Clark's vision lights up with fireworks behind his tightly-shut eyelids, and a litany of muttered curses passes his lips as that coil of heat in his belly contracts to a white-hot point of unbearable pressure, his spine tingling with his need for release, skin on fire everywhere Lois and Lana touch him, and it's too soon, too quick. A sucked in gasp, his body tightening, six hands keeping him from flying off the bed in more ways than one, and Clark's world explodes.
His scream is hoarse and strained as he jerks slightly with the shock of it, and it's only the feel of Richard swallowing his release and licking him more-or-less clean, the finger slowly easing out, and Lois and Lana pressing closer on either side of him that finally brings him back down. Blinking, he reaches down to grasp futilely at Richard's bare shoulders and is rewarded with the other man climbing up over him, meeting him with a hard kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue. Clark wraps a hand around the back of his neck and curls the other around the small of his lean back, so grateful and needing to feel the other man close to him for just a moment, the firm presence of his body an anchor.
But the moment is all too brief when Lois clears her throat beside them. “Hey, you two gonna share, or what?” she says, wicked mischief in her tone. Lana has that knowing smile that only these three have ever seen, and she runs the tips of her nails down Richard’s spine to emphasize Lois’ point.
The two men chuckle at that, grinning as they part and Lois pulls Richard away by an arm. Lana helps push Richard out of the way playfully, reclaiming her spot above Clark, and there's an almost immediate twitch in his cock as she angles her hips to brush over him, wet and warm.
“Shit, Lana,” he utters breathlessly, eyes widening as his hands go to her hips and he squeezes gently, thumbs caressing the soft skin at the juncture of her thigh and belly.
Smacking him lightly on the arm, she gives him a pointed look. “Language, Clark,” she says teasingly, eliciting another chuckle from him.
“Sorry,” he grins, rolling his hips up to meet hers more fully, his body waking up again quickly for round two. Lois' early discovery of his ability to go off three times in a row before tiring out has been a source of some great fun for all of them, and tonight is clearly no different; as explosive as Clark's first orgasm was, it was really only an appetizer.
Lana slides against him again, and yeah, ready to go for the main course. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment and he shivers, slides his hands up to cup her breasts, brush his thumbs over her firm nipples, and then grips her sides to pull her down for a long, slow kiss. And her kiss is so different from Lois's or Richard's, soft, strong without being demanding, sweet and teasing, in many ways the same as it was all those years ago, when they were just teenagers, innocent and ignorant of the world. It's refreshing and nostalgic, but underneath it all there's this tigress of a woman, very much grown up and seasoned and sensual, and it makes him shiver all over again.
Breaking the kiss, she moves to whisper in his ear, “Sit up.”
Clark complies without a hint of resistance, eager to see where this is going, and as Lana lifts herself off of him and turns around to settle back against him, he sees Lois pulling Richard into a similar position further down the bed. The ladies maneuver the two men face to face, Richard's legs over Clark's, and then slide into place over their laps, facing each other as well, legs entwined.
“Oh, really?” Richard laughs, surprised as he and Clark seem to come to the same conclusion at once. They've done this only once before, and while it was a little physically awkward at first, the rewards were astounding; being able to have all of one's lovers at once is well worth a cramped calf or two.
But there's no more time to contemplate the situation as Lana lowers herself onto Clark's erection, sliding slowly over him, tight and hot, and damn, it feels so good. Gripping her by the hips again, he leans back a little and thrusts deep into her, watching with wide eyes as Lois sinks down onto Richard's length, hips rolling, dark hair falling back over the other man's shoulder. They're so beautiful like that, even more so when Lana leans forward to caress Lois's breasts, kiss her deeply, Richard leaning back on a palm and shifting them closer, so close that the ladies are pressed up against each other, breasts to bellies. Anyone who knew them casually would never guess that Lana is the more aggressive one, nipping Lois’ jaw, teasing her nipples to stiffness. Not that Lois holds back; oh, never, she’s as wanton as ever with the redhead.
Clark thrusts into Lana harder, matching her rhythm as she moves to meet him, slowly, an undulating arch of her back and hips. Releasing one hip, he slides a hand down between her and Lois, past Lana's closely-trimmed hair to find her clit, wet and swollen, then circles it with his thumb and reaches his long fingers across the gap to find his wife, riding Richard slowly and just as wet. He manages to caress them both at once, so close together, and the needy, shuddering whines that escape them as they kiss and touch each other go straight to that place in his belly where heat is already pooling again.
Then Richard's fingers are over his, sliding over his hand until he finds Lana, and he gives Clark's hand a gentle squeeze before Clark moves to give his attention to Lois. Catching her gaze with his own and seeing the heat and the love there, he can't resist a slight grin. Lana may be a tigress, but Lois is as wild as they come, exotic and fierce behind hazel eyes and not afraid to show her teeth, which she of course does, nibbling on the other woman's lower lip between kisses. Clark is completely at her mercy with that fiery, feral look, but then she's completely at his when he presses his thumb against her clit just so, and Richard thrusts into her at just the right angle. With a shout, she tumbles over into orgasm, panting hard, her eyes never leaving his as her arms tighten around Lana, nails digging in.
Lana is close behind when Clark speeds up his rhythm, one hand still holding her firmly by a hip as Richard works his fingers against her faster. She tightens around him, squeezing and milking him as she tenses and cries out, then pulls Lois with her as she falls back against him, their soft bodies a gentle weight on his chest. Shuddering, she arches and writhes against him, rolling her hips when Richard dips his fingers into her alongside Clark's erection, caressing both of them at once.
And that's enough for Clark, the feeling of those fingers sliding up his shaft, pressed tightly to him, pulls him over the edge as he thrusts again, deep into Lana, coming hard once again. His cock pulses with his release against probing fingertips, Lana still spasming around him, a hoarse scream ripping from his throat as his body stiffens and shivers.
For a long moment all he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears, his own heart thudding against the inside of his chest as everything else is lost to white noise, but then the world comes crashing back to life as he registers Richard shifting forward, up onto his knees, to lean slightly over the rest of them and pound into Lois. Hands tight on her hips, the other man's orgasm wrenches free with a wild shout, and Lois cries out as he slams into her one last time before stilling above them all.
Coming down from the high of their shared experience, the four of them slowly disengage from each other and slide down to the bed to lay close, tangled in each other's limbs. Gentle kisses are traded as hands smooth over scratches and bruised hips, and Clark listens to the heavy breaths and recovering heartbeats of the three people he loves most, feeling a heck of a lot better than he did an hour ago.
A strong hand entwines with his own, Richard's thumb stroking the back of his as they pull closer, Lois and Lana tucked between them and murmuring softly as they share a long, slow kiss. They're all hot and sweaty and sticky, and the bed is an absolute mess, but none of them move for a long time, content to bask in the euphoria that only good orgasms with cherished partners can bring. To Clark, it's a miracle, these people, this moment, reminding him of his own humanity and just how much he's cared for. Nuzzling closer to them all and squeezing Richard's hand, he says a silent prayer of thanks for them, and when Lois lifts her head and asks, “Better now?” he gives an easy, slow grin and a nod.
“Very much,” he sighs, leaning up to drop a kiss on Lois's temple before settling back down again. “Thank you.”
At the smugly amused chorus of “You're welcome,” that's returned, he can't help the chuckle that rolls through his whole body, shaking the bed and all its occupants. He's lucky to be so loved.
~*~*~
Authors: saavikam77 & anissa7118
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark/Lois/Richard/Lana (yes, you read that right!)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,135
Prompt: Originally for the Porn Battle and for rizny's graduation: Richard/Lois/Clark/Lana, foursome, bed, tumble, love, comfort, slick, hilarity
Summary: After a large-scale rescue goes terribly wrong, Clark needs some serious TLC. Luckily, his lovers are there to help.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: My first real co-written fic! \O/ HUGE hugs and accolades to Anissa for starting this and approaching me to help write the porn. :)
Author's Notes #2: This takes place in the OT4-verse posted in lanalois4ever, which is an AU of the LS/Heirs-verse by kalalanekent and anissa7118; all you need to know is that Clark and Lois are married, Lana and Richard are married, and the 4 are enjoying a low-stress relationship.
Disclaimer #2: The authors would like it noted that all four participants here do practice safe sex. They're exclusive to each other, and were all known to be healthy before getting involved with each other. Also, due to a variety of surgical, chemical, and biological reasons, no one has any real chance of getting pregnant here.
Hero's Lament
He's a hero; he should be stronger than this. They all know he’s thinking it, just as they know the tides of frustrated anguish and sorrowful rage are slowly sweeping him out of his mind. It was a disaster no one could have foreseen, claiming thousands of lives before anyone even realized the danger, and for once Clark was too late. Guilt gnaws at him, grief weighs on him, and anger―at himself, at fate, at the blind stupidity of it all―lurks beneath the surface.
He’s already lashed out once, sharp words to someone who only tried to comfort him, and now he feels even worse for his display of temper. His heart so plainly worn on his sleeve, Clark disappears into the bedroom to compose himself―really to hide from them all, from the disappointment and accusation he expects to see in their eyes.
Lana, already scalded once by his wrath, smooths her auburn hair back. “I don’t know about you,” she says quietly, not moving from her corner of the couch, “but I’ve had about enough of this.”
Richard, still stunned by the flash-fire of anger a moment ago, nods from the other end of the sofa while Lois sighs in annoyance, curled in the chair opposite. “His messiah complex is all his father’s fault,” she growls.
“Time to remind him he’s only human?” Richard asks, an ironic lilt to the words. Of course they all know he’s not biologically human, but as Lana staunchly insists, he was raised by humans and is therefore psychologically human. Complete with the human hatred of failure that leads so easily to self-disgust.
Lana nods, rising from the sofa, and the other two follow her into the bedroom, where they find Clark dropped onto the bed, one arm flung across his eyes. These three who are his lovers as well as his closest friends can easily read the pain and tension in him.
If he really didn’t want to be comforted, he could be out of the room and halfway to the Fortress before any of them took a step. But he only thinks he wants to be alone, and he merely holds his body stiffly as they curl up to him. Richard slides an arm under his neck, cradling the larger man close, while Lois takes his hand and kisses each knuckle softly. Lana sits at his feet, unlacing his shoes and drawing them off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Clark mutters, and he’s trying to sound angry. None of them fall for it. When they don’t hesitate even for a second, he tries to sit up, and all three hold him down.
Their strength is no match for his, but he can't struggle against them. He heaves a sigh, and shivers in spite of the warm air.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Lana whispers, and she’s sliding up his body then, lying atop him with her long hair falling down to curtain his face. His blue eyes are fraught with agony, and she gives him the surety and serenity of her own soul in her sea-green gaze. “You save so many, Clark, but you can’t save us all.”
“I should’ve been there sooner,” he groans.
“How could you know?” Richard demands. “The people living right there had no idea what was going on. How could you, half a world away, somehow know what was going to happen?”
“I should’ve―” Clark begins, but Lois silences his self-recrimination with her fingers pressed to his lips.
“Shut up,” the raven-haired woman murmurs affectionately. “Clark, love, you did everything you could, as soon as you could. It really wasn’t your fault―you’re not a god, you’re not all-knowing or all-powerful, and you know that.”
“Yeah, you’re only superhuman, after all,” Richard says, and his tone is so facetious that even Clark cracks a wan smile. He ruffles the younger man’s sandy hair, still too overwhelmed to speak.
“Clark, just hush,” Lana tells him as she unbuttons his shirt. “Let us take you away from this for a little while, okay?”
With a sigh of relief, he surrenders, and the three of them begin to sweep him away from his grief and pain. He doesn’t have to think, only feel and react. Lois is the first to shed her blouse, Lana reaching over to unhook the bra for her, and then Lois is leaning in, cupping her breast in her hand, offering Clark her nipple. His lips close over it gratefully as he wraps an arm around her automatically to pull her closer, and Lois shivers.
He doesn't need super-hearing to know what Lana whispers in Lois's ear then, moving close against them both, and he groans around Lois's nipple when Lana settles with her knees straddling his waist, one hand reaching back to cup him through his pants and the other caressing Lois's left breast. The sight of them together never fails to light a fire within him, and he starts to harden quickly beneath Lana's touch, eyes half-lidded so as not to miss anything good.
And it's all good, the taste of Lois's skin sweet on his tongue as he licks and sucks. He watches as she turns slightly to let Lana kiss her teasingly, tongues twining between open lips. Such a beautiful sight, he can't help bucking up into Lana's palm.
Another hand joins Lana's then, and Clark can't help a shuddering moan at the heavier pressure, realizing Richard's slid further down along his side, pressing his own growing erection against Clark's hip. Heat starts to coil low in his belly at that, and he grazes his teeth over Lois's nipple just enough to get her to shiver again, never taking his eyes off the two women above him as they kiss each other more hungrily.
Releasing that nipple with a final lick, he pulls Lois down further, and curls his free arm around Lana's waist to pull her along, too, to kiss them both in turn. The smirking look Lana gives them both with a flick of her green eyes afterward is soft, yet calculating, and Clark only has to wonder at it for a moment before she murmurs, “I think it's past time we got you completely naked.”
Really, he can't argue with that, and just as he's about to let them go to sit up and help expedite things, Lois plants a hand on his chest firmly and Lana slides off of him to the other side, displacing Richard as he moves to the end of the bed. “Oh, no you don't,” Lois shakes her head slightly. “Just let us handle it.”
Clark lets his eyes fall shut as the ladies sit back up and two sets of hands go to work on the last few buttons of his shirt. He can hear and feel the rustle of the fabric as they take their time, the slide of the plastic discs through their holes, the teeth of a zipper being pulled down before warm hands slide around his waist, broad and strong, fingers hooking beneath the fabric of his briefs to pull them down with his pants, over his erection and down his long legs, before lips―
Oh, God, lips brush kisses everywhere as his three lovers finish divesting him of his clothes, pulling his shirt from his arms with a little help, little pecks and the slow slide of open mouths ghosting over his chest, his abdomen, his hips. He's already falling into sensory overload as his focus narrows down to just them and the way they tease him, pleasure him, love him. Breathy sighs and other clothes being done away with, sparks of heat dancing along his skin where they kiss and caress him, it's so much that he can't help another shudder when two mouths begin to nip at his chest, so light, just the barest impression of teeth.
But it doesn't stop there, oh no. The hands curling around his hips grip tighter, pressing him into the mattress, and a tongue licks a broad path up his erection from root to tip. Helpless beneath the ministrations, Clark bucks his hips weakly, needing more, God, more.
And then Richard's mouth is on him, surrounding him, and he can't help a plaintive groan. He's known for a long time that Richard knows his way around a man's body, but that understanding never quite lives up to the knowledge in application. Tongue swirling, sucking hard, long, deep strokes, the younger man is an absolute pro, and it doesn't take long before Clark is shuddering almost uncontrollably, a hand twining into Richard's short hair as he tries to not buck up into his mouth.
A slick finger finds its way down over sensitive skin to Clark's entrance, and presses gently in past the tight ring of muscle, deep, probing, and crooks just enough to meet its target squarely. What's left of Clark's vision lights up with fireworks behind his tightly-shut eyelids, and a litany of muttered curses passes his lips as that coil of heat in his belly contracts to a white-hot point of unbearable pressure, his spine tingling with his need for release, skin on fire everywhere Lois and Lana touch him, and it's too soon, too quick. A sucked in gasp, his body tightening, six hands keeping him from flying off the bed in more ways than one, and Clark's world explodes.
His scream is hoarse and strained as he jerks slightly with the shock of it, and it's only the feel of Richard swallowing his release and licking him more-or-less clean, the finger slowly easing out, and Lois and Lana pressing closer on either side of him that finally brings him back down. Blinking, he reaches down to grasp futilely at Richard's bare shoulders and is rewarded with the other man climbing up over him, meeting him with a hard kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue. Clark wraps a hand around the back of his neck and curls the other around the small of his lean back, so grateful and needing to feel the other man close to him for just a moment, the firm presence of his body an anchor.
But the moment is all too brief when Lois clears her throat beside them. “Hey, you two gonna share, or what?” she says, wicked mischief in her tone. Lana has that knowing smile that only these three have ever seen, and she runs the tips of her nails down Richard’s spine to emphasize Lois’ point.
The two men chuckle at that, grinning as they part and Lois pulls Richard away by an arm. Lana helps push Richard out of the way playfully, reclaiming her spot above Clark, and there's an almost immediate twitch in his cock as she angles her hips to brush over him, wet and warm.
“Shit, Lana,” he utters breathlessly, eyes widening as his hands go to her hips and he squeezes gently, thumbs caressing the soft skin at the juncture of her thigh and belly.
Smacking him lightly on the arm, she gives him a pointed look. “Language, Clark,” she says teasingly, eliciting another chuckle from him.
“Sorry,” he grins, rolling his hips up to meet hers more fully, his body waking up again quickly for round two. Lois' early discovery of his ability to go off three times in a row before tiring out has been a source of some great fun for all of them, and tonight is clearly no different; as explosive as Clark's first orgasm was, it was really only an appetizer.
Lana slides against him again, and yeah, ready to go for the main course. His eyes roll back in his head for a moment and he shivers, slides his hands up to cup her breasts, brush his thumbs over her firm nipples, and then grips her sides to pull her down for a long, slow kiss. And her kiss is so different from Lois's or Richard's, soft, strong without being demanding, sweet and teasing, in many ways the same as it was all those years ago, when they were just teenagers, innocent and ignorant of the world. It's refreshing and nostalgic, but underneath it all there's this tigress of a woman, very much grown up and seasoned and sensual, and it makes him shiver all over again.
Breaking the kiss, she moves to whisper in his ear, “Sit up.”
Clark complies without a hint of resistance, eager to see where this is going, and as Lana lifts herself off of him and turns around to settle back against him, he sees Lois pulling Richard into a similar position further down the bed. The ladies maneuver the two men face to face, Richard's legs over Clark's, and then slide into place over their laps, facing each other as well, legs entwined.
“Oh, really?” Richard laughs, surprised as he and Clark seem to come to the same conclusion at once. They've done this only once before, and while it was a little physically awkward at first, the rewards were astounding; being able to have all of one's lovers at once is well worth a cramped calf or two.
But there's no more time to contemplate the situation as Lana lowers herself onto Clark's erection, sliding slowly over him, tight and hot, and damn, it feels so good. Gripping her by the hips again, he leans back a little and thrusts deep into her, watching with wide eyes as Lois sinks down onto Richard's length, hips rolling, dark hair falling back over the other man's shoulder. They're so beautiful like that, even more so when Lana leans forward to caress Lois's breasts, kiss her deeply, Richard leaning back on a palm and shifting them closer, so close that the ladies are pressed up against each other, breasts to bellies. Anyone who knew them casually would never guess that Lana is the more aggressive one, nipping Lois’ jaw, teasing her nipples to stiffness. Not that Lois holds back; oh, never, she’s as wanton as ever with the redhead.
Clark thrusts into Lana harder, matching her rhythm as she moves to meet him, slowly, an undulating arch of her back and hips. Releasing one hip, he slides a hand down between her and Lois, past Lana's closely-trimmed hair to find her clit, wet and swollen, then circles it with his thumb and reaches his long fingers across the gap to find his wife, riding Richard slowly and just as wet. He manages to caress them both at once, so close together, and the needy, shuddering whines that escape them as they kiss and touch each other go straight to that place in his belly where heat is already pooling again.
Then Richard's fingers are over his, sliding over his hand until he finds Lana, and he gives Clark's hand a gentle squeeze before Clark moves to give his attention to Lois. Catching her gaze with his own and seeing the heat and the love there, he can't resist a slight grin. Lana may be a tigress, but Lois is as wild as they come, exotic and fierce behind hazel eyes and not afraid to show her teeth, which she of course does, nibbling on the other woman's lower lip between kisses. Clark is completely at her mercy with that fiery, feral look, but then she's completely at his when he presses his thumb against her clit just so, and Richard thrusts into her at just the right angle. With a shout, she tumbles over into orgasm, panting hard, her eyes never leaving his as her arms tighten around Lana, nails digging in.
Lana is close behind when Clark speeds up his rhythm, one hand still holding her firmly by a hip as Richard works his fingers against her faster. She tightens around him, squeezing and milking him as she tenses and cries out, then pulls Lois with her as she falls back against him, their soft bodies a gentle weight on his chest. Shuddering, she arches and writhes against him, rolling her hips when Richard dips his fingers into her alongside Clark's erection, caressing both of them at once.
And that's enough for Clark, the feeling of those fingers sliding up his shaft, pressed tightly to him, pulls him over the edge as he thrusts again, deep into Lana, coming hard once again. His cock pulses with his release against probing fingertips, Lana still spasming around him, a hoarse scream ripping from his throat as his body stiffens and shivers.
For a long moment all he can hear is the rushing of blood in his ears, his own heart thudding against the inside of his chest as everything else is lost to white noise, but then the world comes crashing back to life as he registers Richard shifting forward, up onto his knees, to lean slightly over the rest of them and pound into Lois. Hands tight on her hips, the other man's orgasm wrenches free with a wild shout, and Lois cries out as he slams into her one last time before stilling above them all.
Coming down from the high of their shared experience, the four of them slowly disengage from each other and slide down to the bed to lay close, tangled in each other's limbs. Gentle kisses are traded as hands smooth over scratches and bruised hips, and Clark listens to the heavy breaths and recovering heartbeats of the three people he loves most, feeling a heck of a lot better than he did an hour ago.
A strong hand entwines with his own, Richard's thumb stroking the back of his as they pull closer, Lois and Lana tucked between them and murmuring softly as they share a long, slow kiss. They're all hot and sweaty and sticky, and the bed is an absolute mess, but none of them move for a long time, content to bask in the euphoria that only good orgasms with cherished partners can bring. To Clark, it's a miracle, these people, this moment, reminding him of his own humanity and just how much he's cared for. Nuzzling closer to them all and squeezing Richard's hand, he says a silent prayer of thanks for them, and when Lois lifts her head and asks, “Better now?” he gives an easy, slow grin and a nod.
“Very much,” he sighs, leaning up to drop a kiss on Lois's temple before settling back down again. “Thank you.”
At the smugly amused chorus of “You're welcome,” that's returned, he can't help the chuckle that rolls through his whole body, shaking the bed and all its occupants. He's lucky to be so loved.
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