The discovery made Clark tense on his side. Immediately he felt Daniel’s hand on his flank, petting skin. Daniel made soft, encouraging noises as Clark rolled to his front.
Clark grimaced and rocked until he could get his erection on the couch without metal digging into tender skin. He found that he could lie mostly flat, and the couch was soft enough he could rest on his arms comfortably. He had to keep his legs spread, however, to make room for his bound wrists. Clark shifted and gasped when the couch gave him friction.
One hand stroked down Clark’s back, leaving a lingering touch along Clark’s ass in the air. “I forgot the condoms in the other room. No need to mess up your couch,” Daniel said. “I’ll be right back.”
Clark said nothing and counted Daniel’s steps toward the back of the loft. Fighting with himself mentally and physically, Clark grunted as he finally found a way to lie that didn’t strain any part of his body. He breathed hard, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth at how his legs were spread. Any effort to close them did painful things to his nuts and shoulders when they shifted to take the weight. It was maddening, and he flexed his hands in the cuffs. Finding them just as secure as they had been moments ago, Clark made a frustrated noise. He hated this, but he was diamond hard, and he felt the loss of Daniel’s touch on his skin like frostbite burning flesh.
For a second, Clark contemplated ways out. Could he break the cuffs? Rolling off the couch was definitely an option, and on his back, he could probably get loose. The cords were stretchy. He could probably snap one, at the risk of the end flying and flicking something he really didn’t want subjected to whiplash, but he could do it.
Clark realized with a moment of clarity that he was trying to get out of a situation he had willingly put himself into, and he cursed under his breath. Turning his head into the couch cushion, Clark shut his eyes, thinking it was just easier in darkness. He listened to the sounds in the loft, wondering at a few of them, and waited, trying to keep his breathing slow and even.
Footsteps told Clark when Daniel drew close again, and knots of unease loosened even as new knots of anticipation started to form. Clark kept his eyes shut and his face pressed against the sofa.
“Look at me,” Daniel said softly. Clark craned his neck and blinked at the “Eat Me” sign covering Daniel’s crotch before offering a wry smile.
“Glad you chose --” Clark stopped speaking when his eyes caught movement, and he froze. Level with Clark’s head and angled to reflect the entire couch was Clark’s oval mirror. His eyes went wide.
“What do you see?”
Clark’s mouth hung open, and suddenly he struggled to find air. He saw himself reflected back, flushed skin, messy hair, the muscles of his shoulders standing out. He saw his own expression: shock, fear, need, want... helplessness. That hit him harder than anything else. He looked in the mirror and saw a man at the mercy of another, and his panting became toned whimpers.
“Perfect,” Daniel whispered. “You are, you know that?”
Daniel skinned out of the boxers and tossed them aside before sitting down in front of Clark. Putting one leg over Clark and the other along the edge of the couch, Daniel rolled Clark’s body closer, while supporting his head. “Please, help make me hard enough?”
Clark’s eyes slid to half mast, and without hesitation, he bent his head to lap and suck Daniel’s cock. He moaned and let his tongue work, eyes unseeing, only thinking about the feel of Daniel around him and between his lips. Daniel tasted like soap and salt, and Clark lapped hard, pressing along the underside.
One hand braced Clark’s body weight and held his head in position, and Daniel’s cock filled and hardened quickly. Clark moaned, brow furrowed as he turned his head to find a better angle, taking and keeping Daniel deep. He felt the hand on his skin like a pinpoint burn, and he shivered when Daniel’s cock hit the back of his throat and made him clamp his lips down even harder. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, and when Clark had to pull back for air, he toyed with the slit: light flicks and a slow circle of wet tongue.
“Look at yourself in the mirror,” Daniel murmured. “See how amazing you are, your mouth filled with my cock.” A shudder rolled through Daniel’s body.
Clark obediently looked, and the sight of himself made him squirm and writhe even as he fought to hold still, to swallow Daniel. It was sensory overload. The scene in the mirror was hot, but it was him, which made him want to look away. There was also Daniel, and God but Clark loved seeing Daniel roll and move in the reflection. Clark tried to find working brain cells and didn’t manage it; all he could find was the sheer need for Daniel and the crazy urge to obey, which made heat simmer low in his body and then move to center in his cock. Daniel set the pace, and Clark moaned and whined around Daniel, writhing again. He flexed his wrists on his own length, making him squirm even more.
All too soon, the hands on Clark’s neck and in Clark’s hair tightened, and Daniel groaned, “Enough. That’s enough.” Daniel pushed Clark against the couch, pulling his mouth off Daniel’s cock. Immediately Clark missed the feel of hard flesh between his lips, and he breathed heavily. Daniel untangled to move off the couch and kneel to the side.
“I’d like a kiss, please.” Daniel’s voice was firm. “And I want to see your face when I take you, Clark. With the mirror, I can.”
Breathing harder and not even trying to get it under control, Clark shifted to lie on his stomach, but lifted his head and wet his lips. “Anything,” Clark said quietly, and held himself still for Daniel’s mouth.
“Good,” Daniel said before kissing Clark. “Very good,” he said huskily. He moved behind Clark, warm belly and chest pressing flush against Clark’s back.
“Oh God,” Clark gasped, nearly choking on need even at the simple touch. “Please?” It came out as a question, and Clark shuddered at the feeling of Daniel against him, pressing down and touching and teasing.
“Just straight. No prep, then,” Daniel said with a breathless chuckle as he wrapped one hand, finger by finger, around Clark’s length. Clark’s eyes fluttered open in shock and want, and he gasped when he saw them moving in the mirror. The hand around his cock made his hips grind, body ignoring anything but the need for
more
.
Heart beating with bruising force against his ribs and sweat rolling along his temples and sides, Clark bit his lip, rasping a gasp when Daniel smiled lazily, meeting Clark’s eyes in the mirror. Then Daniel leaned forward, putting all his weight on Clark before closing sharp teeth on the back of Clark’s neck for a single, hard bite.
Air and noise caught in Clark’s throat. Everything was exactly as he wanted it, and sensation hit him over and over like --
Violent waves...
-- punches to his nervous system and mental defenses. This was
Daniel
doing this to him.
A swift uppercut.
Daniel’s hands on his skin, body pressing him into the couch.
Body blow, breath driven from lungs.
Daniel’s hand around his cock, teeth in his skin, hardness against his backside.
Kidney shot.
And Clark could see it all in the mirror.
Flying jab to jaw.
Clark couldn’t move. He flexed his hands, felt metal dig into his balls, and wanted Daniel to fuck him so badly he couldn’t see straight.
Haymaker. Down and done.
“Oh fucking God
,
Sir... feels so... oh God...” Clark whined the last two words and didn’t care. The sheer, naked need overrode all else, and he choked on a sound when Daniel’s arms pulled his hips toward the spit and pre-come slicked cock pressed against the crack of his ass.
Daniel grunted, and Clark panted, unable to put words together. Daniel ran his tongue down Clark’s spine, and Clark rolled beneath Daniel’s weight. Clark flexed his hands, turning them, and let go of a shout that devolved into a breathy gasp when the move got him nothing but teasing discomfort. Clark’s eyes fluttered shut, and he resisted the temptation to move or think.
Panting, Daniel released Clark’s cock. One hand pressed against the small of Clark’s back. There was the sound of tearing foil, unrolling rubber, and then another ripping sound before Daniel’s fingers clasped Clark’s cock. The sensation of a cool, wet condom touched him.
“Oh... yeah... God...” Clark choked, holding his breath in between gasps. He tried to shift to make Daniel’s task easier, found he couldn’t. He rubbed his face against the couch, helpless and desperate. The sickly yellow tint of shame colored some of what he felt, and he buried his face in the cushions, happy when it made breathing harder and muffled his sounds.
Daniel chuckled, cheek against Clark’s skin as he fumbled. Finally, he got the latex started and rolled the condom onto Clark, fingers in a firm circle that slowly teased down Clark’s length. The motion made Clark’s body tighten, and for a horrifying second what Daniel did felt
too
good, which was crazy. Insane. Made everything burn.
Blinking, Clark went lax against the couch and told himself to stay still. The urge to fight, buck, move, shift, and just
do
beat against Clark’s mind and reflexes, but he forced himself to feel Daniel’s body against him, feel the rough stubble on his back. Clark sighed, dazed, when Daniel kissed his shoulder blade, hands stroking down to cup his ass. Fingers teased Clark’s balls, and there was the click of a cap. The wet sound of lube on latex forced Clark’s legs to spread wider of their own accord. When a flare of pain went up the side of his face, he realized he had clenched his teeth. Forcing his jaws apart, Clark turned his face and breathed out a shaking sigh.
“Sir... I... please...” Clark shook his head, eyes closing.
“Please, what?” Daniel asked softly, hand moving in slow circles over Clark’s damp skin.
Forcing some clarity, Clark spoke in a low rasp. “I need... you against me. And...” Clark struggled to focus. “Just more. Your hands, mouth... talk to me? Anything... just don’t want to think.”
“Talk?” Daniel chuckled. “All right, Clark. I’ll do that. It’d be good to remind you that it’s me behind you, let you know how much I want you, how much having you give yourself this way makes me all kinds of insane. But first, I think I’m going to get myself inside you.”
Clark groaned, long, low, and loud. He opened his eyes, looked into the mirror, and saw Daniel. It reminded Clark of what was coming, and the frantic need swirled and ignited in him again. Using muscles he didn’t know he had, Clark’s knees bit into the couch and his ass rose in invitation and demand. The move pulled his arms, the cord, and everything shifted, but Clark didn’t care.
There was only the mirror, the memory of Daniel inside Clark, and the hunger for Daniel to do as he said he would -- fuck Clark long and slow.
“God, Clark, I love how you’re asking for this with every part of your body,” Daniel rasped. His tip pressed to Clark’s unprepared entrance, and his hands braced against Clark’s hips. Clark’s eyes went wide, and then Daniel leaned forward and
pushed
. Clark grunted and sucked in a sharp breath. He felt himself stretch and pull, his body working fast to accommodate Daniel.
“Fuck yeah,” Clark panted like he’d just run for miles in desert heat. “Oh, my God, Sir,
yes!”
Daniel gasped and slowly, slowly pushed in deeper. Clark felt himself flex, flutter, and squeeze around Daniel’s cock. His eyes rolled and his lids lowered as he felt Daniel in the back of his throat. It burned, ached, and
required
things of his body that Clark struggled to give, willing muscles to work despite the fact that they were beyond his control. Clark shuddered. This was more than what Clark merely wanted, more than what he needed. It was just bliss.
Once seated, Daniel leaned against Clark’s back, arms going around him, lips on that spot between Clark’s shoulders that no one could reach for themselves. Daniel shivered, hips rolling in slow, short strokes, and Clark’s small sounds of want got louder, breathier.
Daniel whispered, “I love the noises you’re making, love the tone of your desire. I want more of that.” Daniel’s hands moved up Clark’s belly and chest to finger nipples, pinching and pulling at one and then both. Clark stuttered over a two-toned cry of pure pleasure, and his brain sizzle-snap-fried. His hands formed into fists, and he hated that he couldn’t brace or grip or hold. Clark had to lie there and take whatever Daniel gave, and he cried out as he rode that thought out to sea.
“Oh, lord, Clark... you keep doing that,” Daniel said, breathlessly reassuring. Clark shuddered.
“That’s it... just... like... that...” And with each word Daniel gave a long stroke into Clark, pulling nearly all the way out and then sliding all the way back in until Clark could feel Daniel’s balls brushing his thighs. Whining, high and sudden, Clark jerked in his bonds. He whimper-moaned and stopped struggling, his eyes flying open as the slow burn of pleasure teased down his spine and settled in his gut. In the mirror, he saw Daniel moving on top of him, and Clark watched with glazed eyes.
“Oooh...” Clark exhaled, the noise quiet and shocked.
“I love seeing you like this,” Daniel murmured. “Letting go... and those sounds turn me on so much.” Eyes on Clark’s in the mirror, Daniel changed the angle of his thrusts.
Clark’s mouth fell open when Daniel brushed his prostate and turned the slow swirl of heat into a dizzying bonfire that ignited in Clark’s abdomen. Fever scorched over his skin, and his cock leaked, twitched, and ached in its hardness. There was barely any friction, thanks to the latex and Daniel’s tortuously slow pace, and two thoughts wailed and warred in Clark’s brain.
Oh God, I’m never going to come like this, and it’s never going to stop.
And contradictory and hot on those thoughts’ heels like burning bricks into a pool of cold water:
Holy shit, I think I’m going to come screaming if he... keeps...
“Oh, yeah, give that to me,” Daniel said, and picked up the pace. Sweat beaded and rolled, and each hard thrust became a slap of skin on skin.