[DRABBLE] -- Kent/Stark.
Title: In which Clark Kent becomes a man.
Author: carnality, posting under her RP account because she's a lazy turd.
Fandoms: Iron Man/Superman Returns (2006)
Pairing: Clark Kent/Tony Stark
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not my character and not for profit, just my words.
Summary: I originally wrote this for a kink meme prompt and you can probably tell by now that I slut out Stark on these things 8(;; maaaaan.
Clark hadn't expected this. He stuttered as Tony handed him a drink, squirmed as he nibbled his ear, inhaled slow as his hand found the bare skin of his trembling belly. It was easy to say he'd never been seduced like this before, and not like a man; the alcohol helped.
Tony was drunk, but eager and Clark, surprisingly, liked that.
Tony had seemed so confident, kissing him hungrily, having to lift to sling his arms around his shoulders when they stood-- he looked surprised when Clark hoisted him into his arms.
Embarrassed, perhaps. Clark liked that.
He directed him with feverish whispers, thighs squeezing his hips, mouth biting now, cruelly at his neck. Clark wasn't fond of that, but he didn't complain, just threw Tony down on his own bed.
He looked surprised, intrigued. Clark liked that, too.
The man of steel descended and Stark laughed, arched to meet him as Clark returned those mean bites and kisses. Tony stuttered his name as his mouth found the sensitive skin around the arc reactor, squirmed as Clark hitched his thighs up against his hips, inhaled sharp as he was taken.
They rocked together, Tony clawing at his back, panting harsh as Clark didn't hold back. It felt like forever, arching, bucking, a hand slapping Tony's hip every time he got too excited and it was horrible, wonderful torture. For once, Tony Stark was going at someone elses pace.
He gave a frustrated noise and Clark liked that.
And it was definitely the submission that pleased Clark the most, and he kissed him, moaned for him, one hand falling between them to pump him quick and the way Tony squeezed around him when he came-- Ohnn. Clark's hand reached back, squeezed his thigh so hard Tony was sure it'd leave a bruise (raising a vocal protest from Tony) and thrust haphazardly through his orgasm.
He hadn't been gentle, but hey, Tony liked that.
Author: carnality, posting under her RP account because she's a lazy turd.
Fandoms: Iron Man/Superman Returns (2006)
Pairing: Clark Kent/Tony Stark
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not my character and not for profit, just my words.
Summary: I originally wrote this for a kink meme prompt and you can probably tell by now that I slut out Stark on these things 8(;; maaaaan.
Clark hadn't expected this. He stuttered as Tony handed him a drink, squirmed as he nibbled his ear, inhaled slow as his hand found the bare skin of his trembling belly. It was easy to say he'd never been seduced like this before, and not like a man; the alcohol helped.
Tony was drunk, but eager and Clark, surprisingly, liked that.
Tony had seemed so confident, kissing him hungrily, having to lift to sling his arms around his shoulders when they stood-- he looked surprised when Clark hoisted him into his arms.
Embarrassed, perhaps. Clark liked that.
He directed him with feverish whispers, thighs squeezing his hips, mouth biting now, cruelly at his neck. Clark wasn't fond of that, but he didn't complain, just threw Tony down on his own bed.
He looked surprised, intrigued. Clark liked that, too.
The man of steel descended and Stark laughed, arched to meet him as Clark returned those mean bites and kisses. Tony stuttered his name as his mouth found the sensitive skin around the arc reactor, squirmed as Clark hitched his thighs up against his hips, inhaled sharp as he was taken.
They rocked together, Tony clawing at his back, panting harsh as Clark didn't hold back. It felt like forever, arching, bucking, a hand slapping Tony's hip every time he got too excited and it was horrible, wonderful torture. For once, Tony Stark was going at someone elses pace.
He gave a frustrated noise and Clark liked that.
And it was definitely the submission that pleased Clark the most, and he kissed him, moaned for him, one hand falling between them to pump him quick and the way Tony squeezed around him when he came-- Ohnn. Clark's hand reached back, squeezed his thigh so hard Tony was sure it'd leave a bruise (raising a vocal protest from Tony) and thrust haphazardly through his orgasm.
He hadn't been gentle, but hey, Tony liked that.