Clark Kent (
stands_for_hope) wrote2015-05-31 03:25 pm
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Clark Luthor and Darcy
As continued from THIS thread, specifically here.
That was the best part, though, at least as far as Clark was concerned. He could hear the way her blood rushed, the beat of her heart, the near-silent little skip of her breath as he found a sensitive spot or touched her in just the right way. It was a rush of power that had no guilt surrounding it and that made him love it all the more.
She was unafraid of him. She had stayed. She was beautiful and intelligent; firm under pressure, practical even as she was brave and stalwart in her convictions even as she opened to new ideas. He had shown her parts of his true self, ugly and brutal, and she had not found them appealing but neither had she turned away.
He would show her such pleasures, treat her as she deserved to be treated, and perhaps in this world he would have one t-- no. One person that made him feel as if he had found a place in this world.
One hand slid behind her to brace her, keep her from falling over as he pressed between her legs and put his tongue to work. He would bear the whole of her weight if he had to; it was simple enough. But most importantly, he wanted to get the fullness of her scent in his nose as he showed her what she deserved.
That was the best part, though, at least as far as Clark was concerned. He could hear the way her blood rushed, the beat of her heart, the near-silent little skip of her breath as he found a sensitive spot or touched her in just the right way. It was a rush of power that had no guilt surrounding it and that made him love it all the more.
She was unafraid of him. She had stayed. She was beautiful and intelligent; firm under pressure, practical even as she was brave and stalwart in her convictions even as she opened to new ideas. He had shown her parts of his true self, ugly and brutal, and she had not found them appealing but neither had she turned away.
He would show her such pleasures, treat her as she deserved to be treated, and perhaps in this world he would have one t-- no. One person that made him feel as if he had found a place in this world.
One hand slid behind her to brace her, keep her from falling over as he pressed between her legs and put his tongue to work. He would bear the whole of her weight if he had to; it was simple enough. But most importantly, he wanted to get the fullness of her scent in his nose as he showed her what she deserved.
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Her decision to hear him out had been questionable, but Darcy was glad she'd given him a chance. He was nothing like she'd expected.
A whimper slipped past, then another, even as her hips rocked gently. Clark knew how to ease away just the right amount, how to keep her straining for more friction. That subtle teasing kept her on edge, trembling, yet somehow still keeping quiet.
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Feeling her hands in his hair, he took just a moment to look up, expression smug as always.
"May I?"
His fingers were, even at that moment, playing along the line of her folds, the question obvious enough.
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She wanted...well, too many things at that moment. Him. All of him.
"Please," she hissed, having already lost this fight the moment she threw her token into the ring.
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Clark had already tortured her to the point where it took little to finally push her off the edge. Her cry wasn't loud, but it was strong, mirroring the shaking in muscles as tremors erupted across her body, the intensity of her release taking her by surprise.
This man was a keeper.
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Instead, he kissed his way down her legs, delicate, careful, reverent little kisses that ended at her toes. Once there, he slipped away just far enough to undo his dress shirt and toss it aside. The undershirt beneath would be quick enough work if she wanted it gone... and a bit of a tease until it was. For now, his focus was to get her onto the bed properly as he kissed and ran his hands over what he could reach in the process.
He left his pants on for the moment, though even as well tailored as they were, they left no illusion as to whether or not he was interested in the proceedings. More pieces for her to pull away as she liked.
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Damn. Dude must work out.
Of course, as her eyes trailed over his form, they focused on his slacks, and not for appreciating how much money they must have cost. When her eyes found his again, they were bright with anticipation, eagerness, a desire to make him fall to pieces beneath her touch.
It took little maneuvering to rise up on her knees, hands settling restlessly as his hips as she leaned up for a kiss. She avoided the obvious for the moment, instead slipping her hands beneath his undershirt, fingers dancing across the muscles of his abdomen.
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"Mm, Darcy..."
He was so glad she'd decided to stay.
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There. Much better.
Now her hands explored his chest even as she latched onto his neck, trying to deliver in some small amount the same sensations he'd offered her. Darcy doubled down on her opinion that he spent all of his free time in the gym; there was no way he was naturally this well-built.
Then again...
Her kisses fell behind as her hands dipped down once more, teasing over the front of his slacks. Impressive all around. The fastenings were undone swiftly, and she couldn't help but feel smug because while she'd only lost her panties, poor Clark was close to being completely bared.
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In truth, there was no danger to this. She couldn't bite into his skin, couldn't break it. But in the back of his hindbrain, baring himself to her, feeling her mouth just above his artery... it was a thrill and it was fantastic and it made his fingers bunch in the now-ruffled bedding as she sucked on his skin.
When she finally got her hands on his trousers, he made a wordless sound of pleasure and shifted his hips to help her with each of the fastenings. The only thing beneath them was a pair of black silk boxers, almost cliche but comfortable enough he didn't care, that did very little to hinder her access to whatever she wanted. He even floated a little in offer to help her remove his pants.
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More attention was paid to his throat before she kissed her way down, lavishing his collarbone with kisses and nips and licks. When she felt the silk of his boxers, she couldn't help but giggle against his skin. She sort of wanted to just touch that fabric for an hour or three because it wasn't often she got her hands on silk.
He started floating again, which still struck her as weird as fuck, but she rolled with it. She was good like that. Glancing down, she pushed his pants over his hips, then decided fuck it, and did much the same with his boxers. Unconsciously, she shivered, a smile curving her lips.
Darcy wasted no time in wrapping her fingers around him, stroking over him slowly, teasingly. It took longer for her to settle down on one hand, breath hot against his cock as she licked a stripe up one side and down the other, feeling like this time, she was the one in control.
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"Do I amuse you?" was asked when she giggled at him, and that might be worrying from someone like him if he hadn't swung on a terrible New York gangster accent for the phrase. She giggled and pushed his pants off and he was already feeling lighter than air in more ways than one before she got her hand on him.
Life only got better when she got her mouth down there and he made sure to keep his hands firmly to himself. He'd had practice with this; this certainly wasn't his first blowjob. But he actually cared about not hurting her, so while he let his fingers slide over the back of her head once or twice, they always returned back to the bedspread.
Which wasn't to say he was responsive. He was, despite his resilience, as sensitive to touch as his other senses were, which made her attention the most amazing torture. From the first breath to the first touch of her tongue, his hips twitched in the desire for more even as he let his head drop back and his eyes slip closed.
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She did worry that her comparative lack of experience would result in disappointment. She was young, and she didn't exactly fall into bed with every hot guy she encountered. Normally, Darcy was able to cover up both her inexperience and her tendency to fall back into self-loathing through sheer overwhelming Darcyness. But with Clark, who could read her in ways no one else could, there was no way to hide.
Which meant she'd just have to make up for it with enthusiasm.
She couldn't take him all the way in comfortably, so she worked with both tongue and fingers to tease him into distraction. A quick glance showed that she was already moving in the right direction.
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She was tempted to take care of it herself, but that would require dividing her attention, perhaps losing her focus entirely. Unacceptable, especially after the way he'd just broken her to pieces and then put her back together again. She might not be able to repay the favor, but she would try.
Taking him back into her mouth, she hummed softly, aimlessly, just to see his reaction.
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"C-come here," and his voice is shaking, rough.
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Darcy smirked as she pulled away, feeling rather smug about that particular reaction of his. She'd done that to him. Innocent, sweet, powerless little mortal Darcy. If that wasn't a taste of power, she wasn't sure what would count.
Catching his eye, she quite deliberately disobeyed, licking along his cock a few more times just to be cheeky. Then she makes her way to his lips, capturing them in a hard, needy kiss. "Yes?" she murmured, amused.
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"Enjoying yourself down there?" he asked, as soon as he'd thoroughly enjoyed the kiss.
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There's more than a hint of teasing in her voice, as if her grin didn't reflect it.
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"I can assure you, Darcy, that I was enjoying myself immensely," he said firmly, leaning up to press an affectionate kiss to her temple. "Especially the part that turned you on."
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"Because you were getting all hot and bothered. Of course, if you'd like to continue, I am the last person to stop you," he assured her with a soft chuckle, "but we could also proceed to something a little less... one sided? If you liked."
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"You're not some Victorian maiden awaiting my..." he was grinning, chuckling, "overwhelming virility to sweep you off your feet. If you like driving me wild as much as I enjoy driving you..."
And his hand reached down to skim across her thighs in reminder.
"Then why rush? The world can wait."
Then he pushed himself up a little more, some of the laughter gone but none of the hunger and none of the smugness.
"Because I will happily fuck you, Darcy. But I won't interfere in your own... 'do'ing."
His hand stroked her hair.
"What I want... is nuianced. What I want... is whatever I we decide."
What I want is you.
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How had she managed to stumble upon him? There had to be something, some fine print she was missing, to completely negate all of this awesome. But to hell with all that.
"Because I want you." She punctuated the words with a kiss. "But there is no rush. But eventually, I want to see you unravel." Her hand brushed against his cock, just the hint of a touch, nothing more.
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