[His fireman is always so responsive, whether it be a playful pat on the ass or something as kinky and intimate as eating him out. Kal relishes each sound he elicits and the thought of allowing the guy a tiny break just to catch his breath properly doesn't even cross his mind. Seeing Dean writhe and beg and thrust back for more while his dick leaks like a hydrant getting ready to burst is the sexiest thing known to man. In Clark's opinion at least.
What's even better is the look of confusion and total lust on his face after Clark flips him onto his back, lost as to what's happening around him because the movement was far too quick. But then he's right back riding his tongue, Clark lashing out as deep as he can until he's finally getting what he's been after from the moment he began.
Clark moans at those noises the other man makes just before he explodes, Dean clenching around his tongue as his body spasms and pushes out rope after rope of hot cum. He groans and hums, rubs the backs of Dean's thighs, all slick with his sweat and when Dean has finally finished marking himself, Clark lets his body relax against the bed again, eyes dark and hungry as he observes the semen splattered across his man's face and chest. Fuck.]
Dean...
[It's groaned out. He was just about to get to cleaning up that mess, tongue wet and ready, when Dean begs for him to cum as well. Already he's pulling on his engorged cock, drawing the foreskin back and swiping some of the seed from Dean's chest to use as lube to get himself going. Kal jerks himself desperately, the muscles all throughout his body tensing and bulging beautifully.]
Fuck... F-Fuck, fuckfuckfuck... Right th-- Oh...
[And just like that Kal is emptying his balls to cover Dean's lower half in spunk; shooting across his stomach and ribs, a stripe even catching his nipple, and the rest spilling out on his Dean's cock and balls with a guttural shout.]
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What's even better is the look of confusion and total lust on his face after Clark flips him onto his back, lost as to what's happening around him because the movement was far too quick. But then he's right back riding his tongue, Clark lashing out as deep as he can until he's finally getting what he's been after from the moment he began.
Clark moans at those noises the other man makes just before he explodes, Dean clenching around his tongue as his body spasms and pushes out rope after rope of hot cum. He groans and hums, rubs the backs of Dean's thighs, all slick with his sweat and when Dean has finally finished marking himself, Clark lets his body relax against the bed again, eyes dark and hungry as he observes the semen splattered across his man's face and chest. Fuck.]
Dean...
[It's groaned out. He was just about to get to cleaning up that mess, tongue wet and ready, when Dean begs for him to cum as well. Already he's pulling on his engorged cock, drawing the foreskin back and swiping some of the seed from Dean's chest to use as lube to get himself going. Kal jerks himself desperately, the muscles all throughout his body tensing and bulging beautifully.]
Fuck... F-Fuck, fuckfuckfuck... Right th-- Oh...
[And just like that Kal is emptying his balls to cover Dean's lower half in spunk; shooting across his stomach and ribs, a stripe even catching his nipple, and the rest spilling out on his Dean's cock and balls with a guttural shout.]