starve the soul (survive)

by Fuinixe

Summary:

Post-coital honesty is a dangerous thing, especially when you're Lex Luthor.

Notes:

I thought my first fic in this fandom was going to be at least a few thousand words, but those take time whereas this little thing sprang into my mind fully formed last night.

"What are you thinking about?" Clark asked, the backs of his fingers stroking down Lex's lower jaw.

Lex was pretty sure it was not in his best interest to answer honestly, but his appetite for hiding had temporarily vanished in the wake of the heart shattering orgasm he'd just endured on Clark's cock.

"That I'll kill you if you ever leave me," Lex answered, putting an embarrassing amount of effort into keeping his voice steady.

"Why would I leave you?" Clark asked.

"Don't play dumb, Clark." Lex couldn't muster up a glare, so he settled for closing his eyes against the force of Clark's gaze. "It really doesn't suit you."