Fic: Wanna Hold Your Hand (Clex, NSFW)
Title: Wanna Hold Your Hand
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17/NSFW
Word Count: 1748 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tentacles. Do I have to warn for silliness?
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Dedicated to twinsarein for the obvious reasons, but also because she helped me decide to do my little February fest. BlameCredit to her for inspiration and encouragement. Continued in Love Me Do.
Summary: Knowledge cannot always make right what is meant for the heart (or body) to fix.
"It's not as bad as all that," Lex assured Clark. His words only seemed to make the teen draw in closer on himself, arms curled about his torso. Arms and extra appendages, that was. Against his better judgement, Lex stepped back into Clark's space and immediately felt the tentacles - there had to be a better word, and he'd find it. Later - close about him. The blue color and the narrow shape reminded him of the ropes used in bondage, an association Lex tried hard to put aside.
Clark looked even more miserable than before. "I'm sorry."
Lex ignored the apology and the rather friendly way Clark's out-of-control tentacles were behaving and put his hands on Clark's shoulders. "Don't be. We'll figure out how to hand- deal with this." He jumped as one of the tentacles managed to dip down the back of his shirt. They were dry and smooth, much like Clark's skin (or Lex's), and if it wasn't for the shape and the knowledge of what it was, Lex could almost have believed it was a hand trailing down his back.
"Oh, god." Clark was trying to pull back, but Lex had him pretty well trapped against the back of the couch. Clark might have gone over it to save them both the embarrassment, but two of the tentacles had looped over it in such a way that Clark was pretty much stuck exactly where he was.
Another set of tentacles was trying to work the fastening on their pants and Lex dropped a hand and slapped them away. They retreated with, unbelievably, an air of hurt. Lex cast about desperately for something to say. "Odin's gray mare had eight legs."
The tentacle was out of Lex's shirt and it and another were trailing down his arms. He clamped his hands purposely over the top of his pants and smirked when they fell away in disappointment. When he looked up, Clark was staring at him oddly. "A horse, Lex? Really? This is not exactly a hoof." He had a tentacle in hand and was waving it, a move the others seemed to think was great as they set up around his body and followed the motion.
"You look a bit like a peacock." The dark blue color of the tentacles helped with that impression. Clark sighed and released the tentacle, and all eight moved back to Lex, who had not taken the opportunity to escape. "No horse comparisons, then. The Hindu god Vishnu has eight arms."
"I don't really feel like a god, Lex. More like an alien whose been combined unwillingly with an octopus."
Lex stored the choice of wording away for later. "Wrong color for an octopus." Again, the look of disbelief, like Lex was crazy for trying to make sense or humor from the situation. "Question. They seem to like me. Do they have this reaction to everyone?"
Clark blushed and mumbled a reply that was more than 'no', but close enough.
"Are you sure?" The last word cut off in a gasp as he was yanked forward. Clark caught at his shoulders and tried to preserve the distance between them, but with his tentacles being willful, they couldn't get much distance between them.
Which was how Lex became aware of the second set. He was tracking the eight blue tentacles and Clark's hands were visible, so the wiggling pressure at his groin was--
He stared at the tentacles waving at him from the opening in Clark's pants, then at the two that had escaped out the top so that the tips alone were free to wiggle at Lex enticingly. They were smaller, in-so-far as they weren't as long as Clark was tall, but... No. Lex was not going to try to compare their size to anything else.
What he could see of Clark's face through his hands was bright read. He seemed to have gotten the arm-like tentacles under control, finally, as they were held up and away from Lex. But the trouser-tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own. Lex smirked slightly. "Clark, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
There was no response, except for a further curling of his body. Lex reached out and smoothed his hands over Clark's arms, petted a hand through his hair. He got Clark to drop his hands, but the teen refused to open his eyes, even when the tentacles tentatively came back to brush against Lex again. It was weird to attribute any emotion to their actions, but Lex thought their motions might have held a sense of yearning. For him. And the smaller ones, still unruly, were still reaching for him.
"You don't have to tell me," Lex murmured. He caught hold of a blue tip and smiled at the way it twined around his fingers. He didn't need Clark to tell him what was obvious. Not this time at least.
He stepped closer, back into Clark's personal space and the reach of the trouser-snakes that went right back to work, gauging Lex's interest and undoing his pants. Clark gasped, his eyes flying open. His irises burned red. "Lex?"
"You don't have to say a word, Clar-" It was not a manly sound that came from his throat, but there was only Clark to hear him, Clark whose tentacles had gotten into his pants and his underwear, and- "Ooh."
The little ones were slicker than their larger counter parts, smoother, and with their own lubricant. Lex thought about looking down to judge just how ruined his pants were, but decided he didn't care.
Clark's arms came around him and they did tip over the back of the sofa now, the blue tentacles bracing them as Clark settled on his back with Lex on top of him. "How much control do you have?" Lex asked.
Clark shuddered. "Not. A lot. Lex, please."
There wasn't anything he could ask for that Lex wouldn't give. He started to shimmy up so he could kiss Clark, and a tentacle around both his biceps helped maneuver and hold him in place. Clark's hands cupped his face, so gentle and sweet, that Lex was almost distracted from noticing his disappearing clothes. Almost.
He wasn't the only one being disrobed. Clark's plaid disappeared along with Lex's silk, and the slide of skin against skin was perfect as their mouth's meshed. Lex tried to focus on Clark's mouth, but there were sixteen other places on his body that the tentacles called to attention. Lex broke the kiss and pushed back onto his knees to get a look at what he was dealing with.
A perfectly normal-looking penis with a writhing bed of tentacles at the base. Lex touched the tip, then took pity at Clark's whimper and circles his fingers around it properly. Given the size of Clark's body, Lex had expected a monster cock, but the girth and length wasn't anything Lex hadn't taken at one point in time or another. "Do the tentacles go in with it?"
As if mentioning them gave some sort of permission, they rose out of the bed and drifted over his hand. The tips left a slick trail over his skin. "They seem to think so, yes," Clark answered roughly.
With their thickness added, and their length. Lex couldn't stop the tremor of anticipation that thrilled through him. Lex sat up and slid himself forward so that he was straddling Clark properly. "Okay, then. You know about the necessity of stretching?"
"You're-" Clark pushed up onto his elbows. "You want-?" He couldn't seem to find the words.
"You," Lex verified. Clarified. There was no store-bought lube necessary, and it wasn't Clark's fingers that worked their way into his body to stretch him. He'd been right about the length of the individual tentacles, though he hadn't thought about their dexterity. One, two, he couldn't tell how many, but the ones working inside slid over is prostate with a regularity and pressure that was perfect. "You can feel this?" he asked against Clark's shoulder.
"Oh, yeah," Clark answered, voice strained. His hands soothed over the back of Lex's head, the only place that seemed to be reserved from the tentacles.
Lex felt the set remove itself from his body and he bit back the noise of disappointment in his throat. They didn't leave entirely, just took up position at his entrance, holding him open as Clark's penis found its way inside. Once he was inside fully, Clark pulled Lex into a tight embrace, holding him still and captive with arms and all sixteen tentacles.
He seemed unwillingly to move or let go, and Lex's arms were trapped between them, leaving him few options to sooth Clark's tension. "Clark?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just had a question. You're come isn't made of ink, is it?"
That got him the reaction he'd wanted. Clark pulled back to look at him. "What? No? Why would you ask that?"
Lex put his arms around Clark's neck. "You were the one who mentioned being an octopus. I just wanted to know if I was going to have to replace furniture and bedding when we're done."
"Your couch is resistant to blood, Lex," Clark reminded him. He sounded almost normal, as if they weren't having the strangest sex of Lex's life. "I think it can handle a little spunk."
"And my Egyptian cotton sheets?" he asked.
"We're not in your bed," Clark tossed back. He blushed, recollection clear on his face as tried to duck his head and found Lex too close to allow any space for hiding.
Lex nuzzled the edge of his jaw. "We could be. Next time." Assuming they ever finished the first.
"You want-?"
Same question as before, with the same answer, the only answer. "You, Clark," as if it hadn't been clear earlier. He ran his hands over Clark's back and sides, finding the places where each of the blue tentacles emerged and petting over them. "All of you, Clark. Or as much as you're willing to share with me."
Lex wouldn't have thought things could be made clearer with sex, but the sudden light of comprehension on Clark's face said the boy had, finally, gotten it.
It was cute, the way Clark's flush spread from the tips of his ears down to his chest. "I, uh. Want to give you everything, Lex." Honesty for once, yes, but also a rather dirty promise.
"Then give it to me," Lex instructed, smirking.
Next: Love Me Do
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17/NSFW
Word Count: 1748 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tentacles. Do I have to warn for silliness?
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Dedicated to twinsarein for the obvious reasons, but also because she helped me decide to do my little February fest. BlameCredit to her for inspiration and encouragement. Continued in Love Me Do.
Summary: Knowledge cannot always make right what is meant for the heart (or body) to fix.
"It's not as bad as all that," Lex assured Clark. His words only seemed to make the teen draw in closer on himself, arms curled about his torso. Arms and extra appendages, that was. Against his better judgement, Lex stepped back into Clark's space and immediately felt the tentacles - there had to be a better word, and he'd find it. Later - close about him. The blue color and the narrow shape reminded him of the ropes used in bondage, an association Lex tried hard to put aside.
Clark looked even more miserable than before. "I'm sorry."
Lex ignored the apology and the rather friendly way Clark's out-of-control tentacles were behaving and put his hands on Clark's shoulders. "Don't be. We'll figure out how to hand- deal with this." He jumped as one of the tentacles managed to dip down the back of his shirt. They were dry and smooth, much like Clark's skin (or Lex's), and if it wasn't for the shape and the knowledge of what it was, Lex could almost have believed it was a hand trailing down his back.
"Oh, god." Clark was trying to pull back, but Lex had him pretty well trapped against the back of the couch. Clark might have gone over it to save them both the embarrassment, but two of the tentacles had looped over it in such a way that Clark was pretty much stuck exactly where he was.
Another set of tentacles was trying to work the fastening on their pants and Lex dropped a hand and slapped them away. They retreated with, unbelievably, an air of hurt. Lex cast about desperately for something to say. "Odin's gray mare had eight legs."
The tentacle was out of Lex's shirt and it and another were trailing down his arms. He clamped his hands purposely over the top of his pants and smirked when they fell away in disappointment. When he looked up, Clark was staring at him oddly. "A horse, Lex? Really? This is not exactly a hoof." He had a tentacle in hand and was waving it, a move the others seemed to think was great as they set up around his body and followed the motion.
"You look a bit like a peacock." The dark blue color of the tentacles helped with that impression. Clark sighed and released the tentacle, and all eight moved back to Lex, who had not taken the opportunity to escape. "No horse comparisons, then. The Hindu god Vishnu has eight arms."
"I don't really feel like a god, Lex. More like an alien whose been combined unwillingly with an octopus."
Lex stored the choice of wording away for later. "Wrong color for an octopus." Again, the look of disbelief, like Lex was crazy for trying to make sense or humor from the situation. "Question. They seem to like me. Do they have this reaction to everyone?"
Clark blushed and mumbled a reply that was more than 'no', but close enough.
"Are you sure?" The last word cut off in a gasp as he was yanked forward. Clark caught at his shoulders and tried to preserve the distance between them, but with his tentacles being willful, they couldn't get much distance between them.
Which was how Lex became aware of the second set. He was tracking the eight blue tentacles and Clark's hands were visible, so the wiggling pressure at his groin was--
He stared at the tentacles waving at him from the opening in Clark's pants, then at the two that had escaped out the top so that the tips alone were free to wiggle at Lex enticingly. They were smaller, in-so-far as they weren't as long as Clark was tall, but... No. Lex was not going to try to compare their size to anything else.
What he could see of Clark's face through his hands was bright read. He seemed to have gotten the arm-like tentacles under control, finally, as they were held up and away from Lex. But the trouser-tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own. Lex smirked slightly. "Clark, is there something you'd like to tell me?"
There was no response, except for a further curling of his body. Lex reached out and smoothed his hands over Clark's arms, petted a hand through his hair. He got Clark to drop his hands, but the teen refused to open his eyes, even when the tentacles tentatively came back to brush against Lex again. It was weird to attribute any emotion to their actions, but Lex thought their motions might have held a sense of yearning. For him. And the smaller ones, still unruly, were still reaching for him.
"You don't have to tell me," Lex murmured. He caught hold of a blue tip and smiled at the way it twined around his fingers. He didn't need Clark to tell him what was obvious. Not this time at least.
He stepped closer, back into Clark's personal space and the reach of the trouser-snakes that went right back to work, gauging Lex's interest and undoing his pants. Clark gasped, his eyes flying open. His irises burned red. "Lex?"
"You don't have to say a word, Clar-" It was not a manly sound that came from his throat, but there was only Clark to hear him, Clark whose tentacles had gotten into his pants and his underwear, and- "Ooh."
The little ones were slicker than their larger counter parts, smoother, and with their own lubricant. Lex thought about looking down to judge just how ruined his pants were, but decided he didn't care.
Clark's arms came around him and they did tip over the back of the sofa now, the blue tentacles bracing them as Clark settled on his back with Lex on top of him. "How much control do you have?" Lex asked.
Clark shuddered. "Not. A lot. Lex, please."
There wasn't anything he could ask for that Lex wouldn't give. He started to shimmy up so he could kiss Clark, and a tentacle around both his biceps helped maneuver and hold him in place. Clark's hands cupped his face, so gentle and sweet, that Lex was almost distracted from noticing his disappearing clothes. Almost.
He wasn't the only one being disrobed. Clark's plaid disappeared along with Lex's silk, and the slide of skin against skin was perfect as their mouth's meshed. Lex tried to focus on Clark's mouth, but there were sixteen other places on his body that the tentacles called to attention. Lex broke the kiss and pushed back onto his knees to get a look at what he was dealing with.
A perfectly normal-looking penis with a writhing bed of tentacles at the base. Lex touched the tip, then took pity at Clark's whimper and circles his fingers around it properly. Given the size of Clark's body, Lex had expected a monster cock, but the girth and length wasn't anything Lex hadn't taken at one point in time or another. "Do the tentacles go in with it?"
As if mentioning them gave some sort of permission, they rose out of the bed and drifted over his hand. The tips left a slick trail over his skin. "They seem to think so, yes," Clark answered roughly.
With their thickness added, and their length. Lex couldn't stop the tremor of anticipation that thrilled through him. Lex sat up and slid himself forward so that he was straddling Clark properly. "Okay, then. You know about the necessity of stretching?"
"You're-" Clark pushed up onto his elbows. "You want-?" He couldn't seem to find the words.
"You," Lex verified. Clarified. There was no store-bought lube necessary, and it wasn't Clark's fingers that worked their way into his body to stretch him. He'd been right about the length of the individual tentacles, though he hadn't thought about their dexterity. One, two, he couldn't tell how many, but the ones working inside slid over is prostate with a regularity and pressure that was perfect. "You can feel this?" he asked against Clark's shoulder.
"Oh, yeah," Clark answered, voice strained. His hands soothed over the back of Lex's head, the only place that seemed to be reserved from the tentacles.
Lex felt the set remove itself from his body and he bit back the noise of disappointment in his throat. They didn't leave entirely, just took up position at his entrance, holding him open as Clark's penis found its way inside. Once he was inside fully, Clark pulled Lex into a tight embrace, holding him still and captive with arms and all sixteen tentacles.
He seemed unwillingly to move or let go, and Lex's arms were trapped between them, leaving him few options to sooth Clark's tension. "Clark?"
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just had a question. You're come isn't made of ink, is it?"
That got him the reaction he'd wanted. Clark pulled back to look at him. "What? No? Why would you ask that?"
Lex put his arms around Clark's neck. "You were the one who mentioned being an octopus. I just wanted to know if I was going to have to replace furniture and bedding when we're done."
"Your couch is resistant to blood, Lex," Clark reminded him. He sounded almost normal, as if they weren't having the strangest sex of Lex's life. "I think it can handle a little spunk."
"And my Egyptian cotton sheets?" he asked.
"We're not in your bed," Clark tossed back. He blushed, recollection clear on his face as tried to duck his head and found Lex too close to allow any space for hiding.
Lex nuzzled the edge of his jaw. "We could be. Next time." Assuming they ever finished the first.
"You want-?"
Same question as before, with the same answer, the only answer. "You, Clark," as if it hadn't been clear earlier. He ran his hands over Clark's back and sides, finding the places where each of the blue tentacles emerged and petting over them. "All of you, Clark. Or as much as you're willing to share with me."
Lex wouldn't have thought things could be made clearer with sex, but the sudden light of comprehension on Clark's face said the boy had, finally, gotten it.
It was cute, the way Clark's flush spread from the tips of his ears down to his chest. "I, uh. Want to give you everything, Lex." Honesty for once, yes, but also a rather dirty promise.
"Then give it to me," Lex instructed, smirking.
Next: Love Me Do