Fic: Octopus's Garden (Clex, NSFW)
Title: Octupus's Garden
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17/NSFW
Word Count: 1090
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tentacles.
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Follows Wanna Hold Your Hand and Love Me Do.
Summary: The heart (and tentacles) know.
Previous: Love Me Do
"I think you could use some practice with all of them."
Lex led the way to his bedroom, bypassing the main arteries of the castle and showing Clark the more private passages. Clark followed, five blue tentacles wrapped tight to his body with the smaller ones trapped in their confines. They'd still look a sight if they came across any of the servants, but they reached his suite without such an event.
He turned, pressed a kiss to the tentacles still gripping him, and then shook his hand gently free. "First exercise; take my clothes off. Not with your hands, Clark."
Clark dropped his arms, then screwed up his face in concentration. The blue tentacles slid over his shirt, a few poking at the tears, while the remainder set about undoing the few buttons Lex had done up downstairs. "It'd be easier with my hands." Clark's pout curled his lips into the most kissable moue Lex had ever seen.
"Eventually, it might be easier without your hands," Lex pointed out, sounding reasonable to his own ears.
Clark looked at him, aghast. "I can't use them in public, Lex."
"We're not in public, Clark," Lex reminded him in a similar tone. He spread his arms wide and smiled in satisfaction when the last button was undone and the tentacles pushed the shirt off his shoulders, pressing his arms down gently. "See?"
"They're only doing what I want because they want it," Clark said. He still looked unhappy.
Lex pushed the tentacles away and stepped into Clark's space, which required a bit of slapping at waist level before everything took the hint. "We'll work it out, Clark."
The teen nodded, then made a visual attempt to cheer up. "They like you."
"You think?" Lex asked. He put a hand on Clark's hip, or was aiming for a hip, at least. The little tentacles caught hold and dragged his hand to Clark's groin. Lex tried not to laugh at Clark's blush or his disgruntled look. "I like them, too."
Part of Clark's expression cleared a bit. "It just seems like too much. They're too much."
Too insistent and unruly, Lex might have agreed. He had to tug to free his hand. "Stop worrying so much about them. Look at me, Clark." Bright green eyes settled on his face and Clark smiled when Lex did. "No hands. Now focus on me and try to give them the message-"
His pants were suddenly open and pushed down. His boxers remained, but the tentacles worked over the band at the top and into the slit in front. Clark shuddered and drew him closer, swallowing Lex's surprised gasp and moan with a kiss.
Clark trailed kisses along Lex's jaw, nudging Lex's head back for access to his throat. His hands gripped Lex's, keeping to the earlier command to let his tentacles do the 'work'. When Clark groaned, Lex rolled his head around enough to look down, then was enthralled by the view. The short tentacles wove around both their erections and coiled up and down them simultaneously. Mutual masturbation at its finest.
The sudden clamping of every appendage wasn't quite what Lex expected. His hands were nearly crushed as Clark came, though the tentacles were, thankfully, a bit gentler as they milked alongside Lex. The pain and pleasure, such a complicated combination, forced the air from his lungs and every thought from his head.
When Lex opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed - why hadn't they moved there earlier? - and Clark was above him. Clark curled his fingers around Lex's and pressed their hands into the mattress. His face showed strain as the tentacles moved over Lex's body.
"Are you okay?" Lex asked. He squeezed Clark's hands, but there was no way he could free his hands from Clark's grip. Clark made a noise of disbelief. Between the position and Clark's weight, Lex was effectively trapped. He hadn't minded that before, but worry changed things. "Clark?"
"You-" He shook his head. "They're just... impossible." He was looking between their bodies at the shorter tentacles. Lex already knew what they were doing, could feel them wrapped around his flaccid cock, snaking around his balls. They were both spent, though the tentacles didn't seem aware of that. "They don't get tired, Lex."
He wanted to offer up a reassurance, some kind of comfort, but his mind had already jumped ahead to what that might mean. "Will they rest when you're sleeping?" When Lex was sleeping?
"I don't think so," Clark said with a shake of his head. He dropped his head to Lex's chest, putting his weight on his elbows. Lex had to let go and wriggle his arms into a more comfortable position.
Lex hooked a leg over Clark's and rolled them over. The tentacles, all of them working in concert, pulled him closer and wrapped around. He waited, expecting one set or the other to attempt to penetrate him, but once he was wrapped up snug to Clark's chest, the tentacles stilled.
Clark, too, was motionless. "Lex?"
With a frown he couldn't seem to get rid of, Lex settled as comfortably as possible. "We'll get them a teddy bear you can take home."
There was a mumble, something about how that probably wouldn't work, but Lex ignored it. One errant tentacle uncurled from around the base of Lex's penis and slid slowly past his testicles. "See?" Clark said against his neck. The tentacle only stretched itself out, covering Lex's entrance protectively before resting.
"Do they feel... restful?" he asked glad Clark couldn't see his expression.
"Yeah, actually." Clark sounded surprised and thoughtful. "I think that's..." He trailed off, and his chest expanded in a deep breath and sigh.
"It's what, Clark?"
"It's you. Because you're tired." That was all for a while. Lex waited for Clark to go to sleep or for the tentacles to rear up. He focused for a time on the tentacles about him, trying to distinguish where each individual one made contact. He'd determined seven of the sixteen when Clark shifted. The tentacles loosened to allow more room between them. "Is there a problem, Clark?" Lex asked solicitously.
Clark's gaze was focused on Lex's torso, his eyes narrowed. Lex waited patiently for the troubled expression to leave Clark's face and for their gazes to meet. Once again, Clark was flushed red in embarrassment. "Sorry. I just... Have you seen ~Species~~?"
Lex looked down at himself, trying to keep the momentary, fleeting horror out of his expression. Was he supposed to take that as a warning about alien pregnancy or imminent death? "Clark-"
"It's fine! Nothing growing! I just... Lex, there's something I have to tell you."
Next: All You Need Is Love (at tentacle_fest)
Category: fic
Rating: NC-17/NSFW
Word Count: 1090
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Tentacles.
Notes: Written for my little February Fornication Fest thing. Follows Wanna Hold Your Hand and Love Me Do.
Summary: The heart (and tentacles) know.
Previous: Love Me Do
"I think you could use some practice with all of them."
Lex led the way to his bedroom, bypassing the main arteries of the castle and showing Clark the more private passages. Clark followed, five blue tentacles wrapped tight to his body with the smaller ones trapped in their confines. They'd still look a sight if they came across any of the servants, but they reached his suite without such an event.
He turned, pressed a kiss to the tentacles still gripping him, and then shook his hand gently free. "First exercise; take my clothes off. Not with your hands, Clark."
Clark dropped his arms, then screwed up his face in concentration. The blue tentacles slid over his shirt, a few poking at the tears, while the remainder set about undoing the few buttons Lex had done up downstairs. "It'd be easier with my hands." Clark's pout curled his lips into the most kissable moue Lex had ever seen.
"Eventually, it might be easier without your hands," Lex pointed out, sounding reasonable to his own ears.
Clark looked at him, aghast. "I can't use them in public, Lex."
"We're not in public, Clark," Lex reminded him in a similar tone. He spread his arms wide and smiled in satisfaction when the last button was undone and the tentacles pushed the shirt off his shoulders, pressing his arms down gently. "See?"
"They're only doing what I want because they want it," Clark said. He still looked unhappy.
Lex pushed the tentacles away and stepped into Clark's space, which required a bit of slapping at waist level before everything took the hint. "We'll work it out, Clark."
The teen nodded, then made a visual attempt to cheer up. "They like you."
"You think?" Lex asked. He put a hand on Clark's hip, or was aiming for a hip, at least. The little tentacles caught hold and dragged his hand to Clark's groin. Lex tried not to laugh at Clark's blush or his disgruntled look. "I like them, too."
Part of Clark's expression cleared a bit. "It just seems like too much. They're too much."
Too insistent and unruly, Lex might have agreed. He had to tug to free his hand. "Stop worrying so much about them. Look at me, Clark." Bright green eyes settled on his face and Clark smiled when Lex did. "No hands. Now focus on me and try to give them the message-"
His pants were suddenly open and pushed down. His boxers remained, but the tentacles worked over the band at the top and into the slit in front. Clark shuddered and drew him closer, swallowing Lex's surprised gasp and moan with a kiss.
Clark trailed kisses along Lex's jaw, nudging Lex's head back for access to his throat. His hands gripped Lex's, keeping to the earlier command to let his tentacles do the 'work'. When Clark groaned, Lex rolled his head around enough to look down, then was enthralled by the view. The short tentacles wove around both their erections and coiled up and down them simultaneously. Mutual masturbation at its finest.
The sudden clamping of every appendage wasn't quite what Lex expected. His hands were nearly crushed as Clark came, though the tentacles were, thankfully, a bit gentler as they milked alongside Lex. The pain and pleasure, such a complicated combination, forced the air from his lungs and every thought from his head.
When Lex opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed - why hadn't they moved there earlier? - and Clark was above him. Clark curled his fingers around Lex's and pressed their hands into the mattress. His face showed strain as the tentacles moved over Lex's body.
"Are you okay?" Lex asked. He squeezed Clark's hands, but there was no way he could free his hands from Clark's grip. Clark made a noise of disbelief. Between the position and Clark's weight, Lex was effectively trapped. He hadn't minded that before, but worry changed things. "Clark?"
"You-" He shook his head. "They're just... impossible." He was looking between their bodies at the shorter tentacles. Lex already knew what they were doing, could feel them wrapped around his flaccid cock, snaking around his balls. They were both spent, though the tentacles didn't seem aware of that. "They don't get tired, Lex."
He wanted to offer up a reassurance, some kind of comfort, but his mind had already jumped ahead to what that might mean. "Will they rest when you're sleeping?" When Lex was sleeping?
"I don't think so," Clark said with a shake of his head. He dropped his head to Lex's chest, putting his weight on his elbows. Lex had to let go and wriggle his arms into a more comfortable position.
Lex hooked a leg over Clark's and rolled them over. The tentacles, all of them working in concert, pulled him closer and wrapped around. He waited, expecting one set or the other to attempt to penetrate him, but once he was wrapped up snug to Clark's chest, the tentacles stilled.
Clark, too, was motionless. "Lex?"
With a frown he couldn't seem to get rid of, Lex settled as comfortably as possible. "We'll get them a teddy bear you can take home."
There was a mumble, something about how that probably wouldn't work, but Lex ignored it. One errant tentacle uncurled from around the base of Lex's penis and slid slowly past his testicles. "See?" Clark said against his neck. The tentacle only stretched itself out, covering Lex's entrance protectively before resting.
"Do they feel... restful?" he asked glad Clark couldn't see his expression.
"Yeah, actually." Clark sounded surprised and thoughtful. "I think that's..." He trailed off, and his chest expanded in a deep breath and sigh.
"It's what, Clark?"
"It's you. Because you're tired." That was all for a while. Lex waited for Clark to go to sleep or for the tentacles to rear up. He focused for a time on the tentacles about him, trying to distinguish where each individual one made contact. He'd determined seven of the sixteen when Clark shifted. The tentacles loosened to allow more room between them. "Is there a problem, Clark?" Lex asked solicitously.
Clark's gaze was focused on Lex's torso, his eyes narrowed. Lex waited patiently for the troubled expression to leave Clark's face and for their gazes to meet. Once again, Clark was flushed red in embarrassment. "Sorry. I just... Have you seen ~Species~~?"
Lex looked down at himself, trying to keep the momentary, fleeting horror out of his expression. Was he supposed to take that as a warning about alien pregnancy or imminent death? "Clark-"
"It's fine! Nothing growing! I just... Lex, there's something I have to tell you."
Next: All You Need Is Love (at tentacle_fest)