He's turned on as hell, in pure physical response to the body against his and the proximity of Luthor - even without the scent rolling off him. With it, it's damned near mind-numbing in its intensity. Has skin flushing and heating, his pupils dilating and a wave of arousal tearing through him.
But he's not entirely okay. There is definite, though unacknowledged and expressed, fear there. The sort that comes from recognizing a threat.
He can't track the movement, and he knows without even trying that Luthor won't be - can't be - moved.
He has enough self-control not to struggle, but not enough to stop the flash of teeth that come with a silent snarl. "Oh, here is fine." He says, and then bites at Clark's lip.
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He's turned on as hell, in pure physical response to the body against his and the proximity of Luthor - even without the scent rolling off him. With it, it's damned near mind-numbing in its intensity. Has skin flushing and heating, his pupils dilating and a wave of arousal tearing through him.
But he's not entirely okay. There is definite, though unacknowledged and expressed, fear there. The sort that comes from recognizing a threat.
He can't track the movement, and he knows without even trying that Luthor won't be - can't be - moved.
He has enough self-control not to struggle, but not enough to stop the flash of teeth that come with a silent snarl. "Oh, here is fine." He says, and then bites at Clark's lip.