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The Daily Planet Annual Gala was a blur of sharp lights, camera flashes and tightly rehearsed smiles. Lex Luthor stood at the center of it all, the unshakable titan of industry, cool and composed in his custom charcoal suit. Arriving behind him, Clark Kent looked infuriatingly perfect in a custom Ralph Lauren navy suit. Clean-cut, boyish, the picture of earnest charm. The picture perfect image of the most desired bachelor in Metropolis.
But only Lex knew what Clark was wearing underneath.
His gaze dipped, just once to the line of Clark’s tie (a familiar piece, one he’s seen in his own closet before) and the stiff way he stood. Subtle to the room. But Lex saw it. He felt it. He was the reason why.
Tucked beneath Clark’s crisp suit: a pink lacy thong, a vibrating plug and a silk ribbon tied tightly around the base of his cock.
Lex had picked it all out that afternoon.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Clark had said, cocky and sprawled on their bed in nothing but gray sweatpants, marks scattered across his torso from their sneaky session in Lex’s office just a few nights before.
His relationship with Luthor was anything but simple. To the world, they were rivals. Sharp words and cold stares. But behind closed doors, they burned for each other with a heat too fierce to hide, a love too forbidden to name. And yet, somehow, they worked.
It was never meant to be more than just tension and release, a way to let off steam. But “this is just casual” gave way to late-night calls and the way they whispered each other’s names like confessions.
Now, the navy of his suit seemed to echo the charcoal of Lex’s, and Clark’s heart stuttered at the thought of one day seeing two matching suits hanging side by side in Lex’s closet, no longer rivals, but something closer to home.
Lex had looked up from his coffee. “Wouldn’t I?”
Clark’s grin widened. “You’re all talk in front of the press, Luthor.”
Lex rose slowly to his feet. “We’ll see about that.” He returned from the walk-in closet with a velvet box.
Clark blinked. “You’re serious.”
Lex smirked. “Strip, darling.”
And Clark did. Grinning, obedient, far too cocky for someone about to be edged within an inch of his sanity.
“You want to provoke me in front of the press again?” Lex murmured while tying the ribbon into place. “Then you’ll suffer through the next four hours with your cock bound and your hole full. Smile through it like a good boy, or I’ll turn it up mid-question.”
Clark had swallowed hard. Terrified yet disturbingly turned on. “Yes, sir.”
Now, in front of the press, Lex watched him.
To everyone else, Clark was composed. Confident. But Lex could see the tension in his shoulders. The way he clenched the podium. The way his knees locked to keep from shaking. To the room, he was picture-perfect professionalism. But to Lex, he was a string pulled taut.
Lex tapped the remote in his pocket.
One notch higher.
Clark stutters mid-sentence. Just barely. His cheeks flushed. He blinked hard and bit the inside of his cheek as he continued answering.
Lex didn’t look at him.
He didn’t have to.
Twenty minutes in, Clark was still steady. Until Bruce Wayne approached him.
The charming bastard sidled up beside Clark with a smile. Lex didn’t even wait for Clark to finish introducing himself before he dialed the toy to max. Clark visibly jolted, stumbling against Bruce’s side.
“Are you alright, Mr. Kent?” Bruce asked, brows rising in concern.
“I’m-” Clark gasped, face flushed red.
“I think he’s had too much champagne,” Lex interrupted smoothly, his hand curling possessively around Clark’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like there weren't more than twenty news outlets in the same room with them. They could be plastered on the front page of every newspaper available in Metropolis and Lex could not give a fuck about it at that moment.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “Luthor, I didn’t think you were this concerned about Mr Kent. Afterall, the two of you are rivals.”
Lex’s smile was thin. “Rivals, yes. But I always look after what’s mine. Especially around you.”
The tension crackled, Clark was too far gone to notice the way the two billionaires sized each other up like wolves.
Mercy arrived before anything could escalate. Lex didn’t say another word, just led Clark away by the waist with a firm grip.
The ride home was suffocatingly quiet. Even with the partition up, Lex refused to touch Clark. As much as longed to do so, they weren’t exactly alone. He had lowered the toy’s setting but Clark was still flushed and breathing shallowly, every muscle in his body coiled. He leaned close, a hand roaming onto Lex’s thigh, moving dangerously upwards and his breath hot against Lex’s throat before he leaned closer to his ear.
“Please.” He begged, so vulnerable and broken, all because of him. Because of Lex Luthor.
Lex batted his hand away. “Behave, Smallville . We’re almost home.”
Clark groaned and slumped back in the seat.
The moment the penthouse door shut, everything shifted.
Lex pushed the controls back to max.
Clark dropped to his knees, gasping, his glasses slipping down his nose. “Lex, I..I can’t-”
Lex removed his coat with deliberate calm, taking his damn time hanging it onto the rack before turning around and staring down at the mess of a man that’s crouched onto the floor.
“You embarrassed me last week,” he said coldly. “Tried to outshine me in front of the mayor. I let that slide. All the things you’ve done to me publicly, I can let them all slide. But flirting with Wayne?”
Clark flinched, “It wasn’t-”
“You belong to me,” Lex said, stalking forward. “Your body. Your mind. Your heart. Everything.”
He yanked Clark forward by the tie, until their chests collided. The kiss was brutal, all teeth and punishment. Clark whined as the latter pulled away to shove him against the wall, tearing open Clark’s coat and pulling his pants down to expose the lacy pink thong that’s soaked at the front. The deep, flushed imprint of the silk ribbon where it had cinched too tightly around his cock for hours could be seen through the fabric.
“Please,” Clark panted. “Please take it off-”
“You think you’ve earned that?” Lex growled, tugging at the ribbon just enough to make Clark whimper, hips jerking.
“Hands behind your back,” Lex commanded. “Don’t speak unless I say.”
Clark obeyed instantly. Lex circled him like a predator. Unfastening his tie. Unbuttoning his shirt slowly, like peeling away resistance. Watching Clark as if he was a sculpture on display before he moves away deeper into their apartment and Clark follows like the good boy he always is.
“You’ll finish undressing for me,” Lex murmured. “And you’ll thank me for it.”
Clark’s voice trembled. Too turned on from everything he was feeling; the pistoning vibrations pressing against his walls, the pain for release and the way Lex was acting, so domineering and possessive.“Th-thank you, sir.”
Lex sank into the armchair, legs spread. “Show me what’s mine.”
Clark stripped - slowly, trembling, eyes locked on Lex’s. When he reached for the ribbon, Lex stopped him with a single word.
“No.”
“You won’t come until I say you can. Do you understand me, darling?”
“Yes, sir.” Clark whispered, flushed and desperate.
The moment Clark finished undressing; trembling, flushed, eyes wide and reverent, Lex didn’t speak right away. He just stared.
Like he was trying to memorise the way Clark looked wrecked and obedient, cock straining against the tight silk, lace damp with arousal, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
Then Lex stood. Walking towards him.
And without warning, he dropped to one knee.
He pressed a single kiss to the top of Clark’s thigh, not sweet, not soft but possessive. A brand in the shape of his mouth. Clark whimpered, his hands twitching behind his back. He bit back on the devastating impulse to pull Lex closer.
“You are mine,” Lex said, voice low and steady. “You do not get to flirt with another man. You do not get to show off in public without permission. You are here to serve. Me and me only.”
Clark nodded rapidly. “Yes, sir.”
Lex’s fingers ghosted along the edge of the thong, peeling it down so agonizingly slow Clark nearly sobbed from it. The plug glistened. Still seated deep and Lex’s thumb grazed it once, just enough to make Clark’s legs tremble. The puckered skin surrounding the plug clenched harder onto it.
“You’re soaked,” Lex said softly yet mockingly. “How desperate must you be to drip through lace?”
Clark’s breath hitched. “I can’t take it, sir.”
“Yes, you can.” Lex’s tone turned cold. “Because I haven’t said you can come yet.”
He brought Clark down to all fours onto the silk Persian rug the latter had recently gotten for him, spread him open with calm hands and whispered, “Hold yourself up. Show me you can take it.”
Clark obeyed, but his arms shook beneath him as held his ass apart. It felt so raw, so shameful as Lex leaned close. Every vibration, every breath of Lex’s voice, was pushing him closer to the edge and Lex knew it. He wanted him badly.
Lex didn’t touch him where he wanted. Instead, he used his mouth elsewhere, tongue gliding over the insides of Clark’s thighs, hands gripping his hips to hold him still as he mouthed bruises into his skin. He whispered possessive filth the entire time, his breath hot against Clark’s skin.
“Every inch of you belongs to me. You wear what I tell you. You come when I allow it. You beg because I earned it.”
Clark sobbed. “Please, please, Lex, I’m close-”
Lex finally pulled the plug free; slow and deliberate, groaning as he watches Clark’s hole clench around nothing. Clark collapsed forward onto the carpet, shaking. His cock was still bound, throbbing and leaking.
Lex climbed over him. Not to fuck him, not yet, but rather to press his chest flush to Clark’s back, his breath curling over the shell of his ear.
“You look so good like this,” he whispered. “Ruined and still waiting.”
Clark moaned, near delirious. “I need you.”
“I know,” Lex said, and kissed his shoulder, featherlight.
He flipped Clark over, straddled him onto his lap. His hands ran reverently over sweat-slick skin, pressing down over his heart, his ribs and his trembling thighs.
“Do you want to come, darling?” he asked.
Clark nodded, blinking up at him like he’d forgotten how to speak.
Lex leaned down, pressed their foreheads together. “Then beg like you mean it.”
Clark shattered. Not in a single cry, but in a cascade. Words pouring from his mouth in a stream of desperate pleas. “Please, Lex. I need to. I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. I’ll wear what you want, say what you want, I’ll never flirt with anyone, please Lex, please-”
Lex kissed him, swallowed his whimpers away as he finally wraps his large hand around Clark’s cock.
And finally, finally, undid the ribbon.
“Now,” he whispered. “Come for me baby.”
Clark’s entire body arched. His hands flew up to clutch at Lex’s shoulders, and he came with a broken moan. His face buried in Lex’s neck, voice lost in his skin.
Clark’s body was still twitching, slick and shaking in Lex’s lap, eyes heavy until Lex grabbed his jaw and made him look up.
“Did I say we were finished?” he growled. Clark’s eyes widened; dazed and glassy. “I..n-no, sir.”
Lex stood, lifted him effortlessly and carried him into the bedroom, ignoring Clark’s startled gasp. He tossed him down onto the mattress, then stripped off his own jacket and shirt with violent precision, buttons scattering across the floor.
He crawled over him, eyes dark, hungry. “You think I edge you for hours just to let you pass out in my arms?”
Clark was still catching his breath, flushed and aching, but his legs fell open anyway. His softening cock was slowly coming back to life as if it didn’t just come a few minutes ago. “Please,” he whispered. “Please, Lex. I want you-”
Lex pressed a hand to his chest, pinning him down.
“You want to be fucked,” he said. “Say it.”
Clark moaned. “I want to be fucked, sir. Please. I need you inside me, I need you to claim me, ruin me. Come inside me. Make me yours.”
Lex grinned, sharp and victorious before reaching into the drawer by the bed, retrieving lube with calm efficiency. “Good boy.”
He slicked his fingers and pushed them in with no hesitation, finding Clark already stretched and sensitive from the plug.
Clark whimpered, hips jerking. “F-fuck, Lex. You know I’m loose-”
“Quiet,” Lex snapped. “Take it.”
He added a second finger. Then a third.
Clark writhed under him, panting, clutching the sheets. His thighs trembled as Lex pressed kisses along his jawline. Hard, claiming kisses even as his fingers worked him open mercilessly.
“You feel how ready you are for me?” Lex murmured against his neck. “Like your body was made for me?”
Clark could barely speak. “Yes, sir. Please…please, fuck me.”
Lex didn’t make him beg twice.
He lined himself up, one hand gripping Clark’s hip so tightly it would leave bruises and pressed in one go, watching Clark’s face the entire time.
Clark choked on a moan, head thrown back, body arching into it like he’d been waiting for this for days.
Lex bottomed out with a groan. “Fuck. Always so tight even when you’ve had that plug in you for hours.”
Clark’s hands reached for him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Move, please, I need-”
Lex obeyed.
He pulled back and thrust in hard. Relentless, punishing, deep. He set a rhythm that was brutal and possessive, hips snapping into Clark’s with loud, wet slaps that echoed off the walls.
Clark cried out, barely able to breathe between gasps. Lex’s cock hitting a spot in him that has him seeing stars, back arched even impossibly higher. “Lex, Lex- fuck it feels so…so good-”
Lex bent over him, spreading his legs open wider. They were chest to chest now, driving in deeper. Clark’s cock rubbing against Lex’s stomach, the friction was too much for him. “You’re mine,” he growled, each word punctuated with a thrust. “No one else touches you. No one else gets to see you like this.”
Clark was gone, drowning in it, his second orgasm building too fast, too hard. “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours!”
Lex reached between them and stroked him, slick and practiced. “Come again for me, baby. Now.”
Clark screamed, body seizing under Lex’s, orgasm wracking him so hard he saw white. Maybe he was in heaven now. He clung to Lex like he’d collapse without him.
Lex followed a second later, buried deep, groaning low into Clark’s neck as he emptied inside him.
For a long moment, they didn’t move. Just breathing. Bodies pressed together. Sweat cooling on flushed skin.
Then Lex pulled out gently, kissing Clark’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose, like he couldn’t stop touching him.
Clark was boneless, trembling, but smiling through the exhaustion. “You, fuck…okay. I deserved that.”
Lex laughed softly. “You deserve everything I give you.”
He cleaned them both up with surprising tenderness, eased Clark into a clean robe, then pulled him close under the covers.
“I love you,” Clark whispered, half-asleep.
Lex curled around him from behind, his voice rough in the dark.
“I love you more.”
And this time, Clark didn’t argue.
When Clark finally drifted off, Lex stayed holding him, arms wrapped tight around his lover. Thinking of the box he kept in his nightstand, he'd already commissioned the design in secret. It took countless efforts to just get the measurements, with Clark being the world's most restless sleeper. Nothing flashy, not by conventional standards. No gaudy stone or dramatic flourish. Just the finest platinum money could buy, forged by a craftsman who worked in silence and swore by blood to keep his clients’ secrets. The inside was engraved with their initials; LL and CK , side by side.
It would be the most expensive thing Lex had ever bought. Not because of the cost but because of what it meant.
It meant Clark. The love of his life, his reason for being and his home. His.
And Lex had always paid dearly for the things he couldn't bear to lose.