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He tried hard to focus on the whirring of the printer in front of him, but as hard as he tried, he just couldn't stop his mind from homing in on the feel of the delicate lace on his skin. Today Clark's usual suit work attire was accompanied by baby blue lace, the intricate fabric flush against his body as he tried his best to get on with his workday. Wanting nothing more than to reach up and grab his pecs, try his best to rub the sensitivity away.
It had been a dumb dare; one spoke on a whim by Lex a few nights ago, not expecting Clark to take him up on the offer. Clark had even forgotten about it until he returned home from work last night, greeted by a sleek black box tied with a neat ribbon concealing what he could only assume was an expensive lingerie set inside.
Lex was scheduled to visit the Daily Planet today, and sure, it seemed fun in the heat of the moment when the idea was presented to him, but right now he was thoroughly regretting his decision. The last thing Lex needed was encouragement.
All morning the soft fabric had glided against his skin with his every move, hyperaware of just what lied underneath his suit. His usual morning commute had been a challenge, resulting in an emergency trip to the restroom as soon as he entered the office.
Immediately entering the nearest cubicle, door slamming shut behind him as he bared his body, unbuttoning his shirt to be greeted with his new bra, nipples perky and flushed as he lifted the bra up off them. Panting, he used his other hand to unbuckle his belt, pant button and pull down his zipper. Watching the string of precum connecting his tip to the fabric as he peeled back the lace panty from his semi-erect cock.
Clark felt a mess, exposed now from chest to crotch, overstimulated from how the soft fabric had rubbed against him for the entire commute over. Giving himself time, he allowed the breeze to touch his body and cool him off enough to begin work without feeling like a complete deviant. Before ultimately redressing, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he exited the cubicle, washing his hands as he gave himself a check over in the mirror making sure he looked presentable.
He hadn't truly thought about just how much this dare would affect him when he had agreed to it, nor did he think Lex would truly follow it up, which he realised was dumb now, because of course he would. But now he stood printing off his current article; he wanted nothing more than to spread his legs and allow his junk some more space.
"Stop hogging the printer, Kent." Steve's voice broke him from his thoughts, causing him to clumsily grab his completed printing in haste, flashing an apologetic smile as he hurried past the other man to sit back at his desk, quickly taking off his jacket to leave on the back of his chair, checking the time on his watch as he did. Lex was scheduled to be here any minute now, and he couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not.
Lex's presence was announced through a wave of muttering around the office, keen eyes focused on the billionaire as he walked around like he owned the place, which he tended to do anywhere he went. Clark didn't fuss over his arrival; instead, he used the distracted attention of the others to move his hand quickly to readjust himself under his desk, hissing as the delicate fabric rubbed against his cock.
He was so preoccupied with himself that he didn't notice the sound of expensive shoes getting closer to his desk until Lex placed a note on his desk effortlessly as he continued onwards to Perry's office. Clark looked up as soon as the note was placed, flushing at the thought of being caught readjusting himself by Lex as he grabbed the piece of paper.
Meet in the restroom as soon as the meeting is over – L
If Clark wasn't already beet red, he was now.
Being with Lex was a weird thrill; he knew it shouldn't work and that they both had qualities the other despised, but it was difficult to resist each other. He wasn't sure he'd be in this position right now if it wasn't for their mutual challenging energy; Lex taunted him, and he always bit. Which is exactly why he was in the predicament he was in right now at this very moment.
Clark continued his work as best as he could while Lex was in the meeting, trying his hardest to finish his new article Perry had assigned him, gasping every so often involuntarily at the feeling of the lace against his bare body when he moved in a particular way. Just as soon as he would forget about the lingerie and he would reach a flow in his writing, he would stretch or turn ever so slightly in his seat, and the embarrassment of it all would hit him once more.
Just as he was reading back his last paragraph, his pen in his mouth, with focus he saw Lex leave Perry's office, making an almost immediate beeline to the restroom. Clark, however, felt frozen in the moment, both itching to get up and follow but also questioning if he really was going to follow through with Lex’s instruction.
Would he let Lex call his bluff so easily?
Biting ever so slightly on the pen lid, worrying the plastic with his teeth until he finally got up from his desk, trying to mask his nervous expression as he made his way over to Lex. There was nothing suspicious; Clark was just going to the restroom, like he did every shift. Except he knew deep down that this wasn’t like every other shift, this was completely different and that both excited him and unnerved him.
As soon as he entered, he saw Lex standing in front of the faucets, fixing his tie and giving himself a once-over in the mirror. He looked as meticulously as he always did; his suit was stark black, like he had never worn it a day in his life, and he probably hadn't. His jawline strong, with serious dark eyebrows, Lex was truly handsome, and Clark could feel himself getting lost in the reflection of him in the mirror until Lex turned to face him with a smirk on his lips.
"Kent." Clark knew they were alone; he had already quickly x-rayed to make sure of it, but even now Lex played with the dynamic they kept up publicly, treating him as if he were simply a reporter to him.
"Mr Luthor." Even within their little game of pretend, there was a fondness to Lex's eyes as he held his hand out to the stall, like he was leading Clark into the back of a fancy limousine and not into a toilet cubicle.
As soon as the cubicle door was closed behind them, Lex's hands were on him, pushing him against the cubicle wall. Hands hungry in their pursuit as they worked their way from his waist up, stopping to tug on his lanyard, pulling Clark closer to him, closing the gap in their slight height difference. Their lips were as close as they could possibly be without touching, and Clark's mouth hung open, waiting, eyes fluttering close in anticipation only to be met with the feel of Lex's laugh touching his lips.
"If only I'd have known a bit of lingerie would get you so worked up." Clark looked desperate, hunched slightly, big puppy-dog eyes now open, working their way under Lex's skin, testing his resolve.
"Show me." Lex leaned back against the opposing wall, creating space between them and crossing his arms expectantly. Clark could feel the questions rising to his lips, but he already knew the answer, blushing as he pushed his tie to the side as he began to unbutton his shirt.
The irony was not lost on either of them; here Clark was baring himself to the other man in a mimic of how he often revealed his supersuit. Except there were none of Superman's colours to be seen, no deep blue and vibrant red. There was only blue lace under his white shirt, contrasting beautifully against his pale skin. His ample pecs filling the bra nicely, skin dusted pink slightly in his flush, matching his cheeks, his eyes were locked on Lex's face.
Lex's gaze, however, was solely focused on his chest, his mouth hanging open slightly as he watched how Clark's body rose with each breath, closing his eyes slightly at the pure, sultry sight laid before him. Knowing he was smarter than to fall for such base desires, yet here he was stricken dumb at the sight before him.
It only took a moment more before Lex lost his resolve, reaching out to cup Clark’s pecs and feeling his skin shiver under his touch. He rolled his hand feeling the weight of the other man's chest in his hands, paying attention to just how the baby blue lace moved with his motions as Clark's head angled back against the cubicle wall. Lex worked his thumbs over the peak of Clark's nipple, listening to the heavy breaths and little moans he made as the lace rubbed against the sensitive nubs.
Lex could feel his own cock thick against the zipper of his designer pants, lost in the sight before him as he moved his mouth down to run his tongue over a lace covered nipple, feeding on Clark's moans. His left hand moved from Clark's other nipple down his waist, holding him possessively as the lingerie darkened under his mouth from his saliva, moving it down occasionally to ease his clothed erection.
By the time Lex leaned back, Clark's back was arched, and his chest was wet, his lace bra sporting two matching dark patches over his aching nipples, hissing at how the air tingled against his chest. Lex's face was one of pure lust, leaning back against the opposing wall hand rubbing the prominent clothed length of his cock while focusing purely on him.
"Get undressed." His tone was quick and to the point and Clark didn't argue with it, making quick work of undoing his belt, pulling out his shirt, unbuttoning it fully as his pants now pooled around his knees. The lace panty he was wearing bulged at the front, the waistband pulled away from his crotch due to his own erection, barely concealing him.
Clark looked crude; his chest was perfectly accentuated by the lace bra, sizeable pecs almost spilling out from the cup. The head of his cock pushing the lace panty away from his skin, exposing the base of his cock and the dark pubes that lay there, while a string of precum dangled from the darkened lace.
"Turn around." Lex couldn't bear it; he was rubbing himself to ruin, almost spilling at the pure dishevelment before him. Biting his lip to stifle a groan once Clark turned around, greeted with the thin strap of the thong barely visible from his plump behind. Lex wanted to ruin him, wanted him all for himself, half tempted to pause and grab his phone to take a quick picture.
"You're mine." His breath ghosted against Clark's neck, clothed body pressed against the muscled body before him, hands on any part of him he could touch. Lex wasted no time at all mouthing marks that wouldn't last onto the curve of his neck, rubbing his bulge against Clark's body, frantic in how lost he was in pleasure, cock leaking into his own underwear.
Spitting into his hand, he squeezed it between their bodies, rubbing his hand from below Clark's balls across his taint and pulling the narrow strip to the side. Lex was panting against his neck, alternating between kissing, sucking and biting the skin as he swirled his finger over Clark's hole.
"God, you look beautiful." Clark leant his head back, resting against Lex, sweaty curls stuck to his forehead, whining as Lex's finger entered him. The cubicle was filled only with the sound of their panting breath and shared moans as Lex fucked Clark on his finger, curling it to spread his hole and accommodate another finger. Humping any part of him he could touch as he scissored his fingers inside him, Clark's own cock pressed hard against the cubicle wall and dripping.
By the time Lex added a third finger, Clark was practically sobbing, face now against the wall. The stretch of Lex's fingers and almost constant assault on his prostate were too much for him as he spurted his load feebly through the lace of panty, his hole clenching onto the fingers inside him as Lex fucked him through his orgasm.
Lex continued to kiss against his neck, moving his mouth in pursuit of Clark's mouth, kissing him deeply over his shoulder as he continued to work his fingers inside him.
"On your knees." He removed his fingers, placing the thong back in place as he did so; Clark's spread hole now clenching against the fabric as he allowed Lex's hands to manoeuvre him until he was kneeling on the floor facing up at him.
Clark was dazed, eyes glossy as he looked up at Lex, watching as his hands reached for his fly, unzipping his pants and reaching for his cock through his briefs. He hung from his pants, thick and throbbing as his length contacted the air for only a few moments before he took himself in hand, eyes focused on the sight before him. Clark was kneeling in a puddle of his pants, shirt now hanging off his shoulders with his arms hanging down between his spread thighs. From this position his chest was pushed up in its lacy blue glory, while his spread thighs showed the messy dark stain of his cum-stained panty.
Lex bit the fingers of his free hand, balled into a fist, as he stripped his cock at just how ruined Clark looked. It didn't take many strokes for him to reach completion, firing thick shots of cum all over Clark, painting his face and body with his load.
They stayed like that for a little while, collecting themselves and cooling down before Lex squatted down to Clark’s level, collecting toilet paper as he did to clean up Clark as best as he could. It always surprised Clark how sweet Lex was in aftercare; he guessed it was due to the fact that Lex took pride in things he deemed were his, and so this was no different. The two of them worked together, cleaning up their mess from the stall and getting themselves into a presentable appearance, even if once dressed Clark was still in sodden lingerie.
Clark let Lex leave first, waiting an appropriate amount of time before he returned to his desk as to no cause any suspicion. By the time he had collected himself enough to even think about working again, Clark glanced down at his phone he had left on his desk, a text from Lex visible on the screen.
A simple 'See you later x' followed by a website link to a designer lingerie store with another message following it 'Anything off this site is yours x'.