For Morgana

[smallville_guy]

Clark liked his job. It made it easy for him to still attend community college and help out on the farm. It was considerably smaller now after his father died. His mother had insisted on it, even though Clark had insisted that he could keep up the farm and do all his school work but she wouldn't hear it. She had insisted that he have something of a social life, even though most days Clark was fairly sure that most days he'd be just fine missing out on that.

"People are great, but hard to interact with, right?" Clark asked, reaching out to pet the large horse in front of him. He leaned in a bit more to let it snuff at him before he held out his arm to take a selfie of himself and the horse. It was less a selfie and more of a "horsie" - which sounded weird - though so he took a few more pictures of just the horse before he sent them off to Morgana.

Clark's father had helped Morgana's dad pick out horses when they were younger. Apparently they'd been friends for years right up to when Morgana's father had died. Jonathan had continued to look after the horses for Morgana and when he died Clark took over the job. Honestly he thought that she probably could have gotten someone else to do it for her but the money was definitely appreciated. Sometimes Clark wondered if Morgana wasn't doing it just to help out- like Jonathan had done when she had died.

Either way, Clark was grateful for the job. Which is another reason why he'd never approached her about the fact that he knew she sometimes came to visit the horses in the middle of the night. Normally that wouldn't be a problem except that she lived in England. And the only reason that he knew she had come because of his super hearing, so it would be an awkward conversation at best.

But what if? What if Morgana could do that because she was like him? He couldn't not at least look into it a little bit. From everything that he could tell Morgana was human, although he was sure that to x-ray and microscopic vision he might appear the same way.

So Clark had decided to leave it in Morgana's hands. That night before heading in Clark hung a bag of apples on a post where she'd be sure to see it in the stables. On it was pinned a note:

M-

I didn't give them a treat today. I figured you might like to do it tonight.

-C

If she wanted to talk to him about it then she could. If not... then he would just let it go. For now.

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[smallville_guy]

“I mean, we went swimming, it would have been impossible to not see,” Clark said. He’d never really had anyone mention that he looked nice like that though. Sure his mom said he was handsome but every mom said that to their son. Lana had obviously liked him well enough but with Morgana it seemed different. Like she liked to look at him but also that looking at him gave her ideas. Clark liked it.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Clark said. He’d told her that once before, when they were little kids and he was sure she was some sort of angel or something, and it was just as true now. Other things, other feelings, were also true though. “But I also want to touch and kiss you everywhere.”

[lefey]

'There is a difference, Clark, between seeing and looking.' and she had admired him since they were teenagers, happy for any excuse to openly watch him. 'Though I don't recall you taking much time to look no matter how skimpy my swimsuit got.' she teased. If he wasn't looking at her like this, now, Morgana might've honestly thought there was something wrong with her and Clark was just too sweet to say so.

A paint pink stains Morgana's cheek and she looks away, just a little, feeling suddenly a little coy.

'You can touch me, Clark,' Morgana says with a smile. 'You can have me.'

[smallville_guy]

“I didn’t think it would be polite,” he said, flushing again. This time though he didn’t duck his head because that would have meant taking his eyes off of Morgana and he couldn’t bring himself to do that anymore than he could have brought himself to state all those times she wore practically nothing. Clark has just assumed she was being very open and European about it all.

“I will, I promise,” he added, smiling at her as he stepped closer and set his hand against her stomach before sliding it upward. He copper her breast again, only this time watching what he was doing, his other hand moving around her waist to keep her close.

[lefey]

'Mmmnn...' she sighed, pleased as she leaned into his touch. 'Though I don't think my attempts to see if you liked me or thought I was a stalk of corn had much to do with being polite.' polite would be asking, not trying to see if she could lure his attention.

As Clark's hands slid over her skin, Morgana's brushed over his skin too, sliding around to his back and toying playfully with the elastic of his underwear.

'Just means we have a few years to make up for...'

[smallville_guy]

“I missed a ton of pretty obvious signs, didn’t I?” he asked, giving a low laugh as his lips brushed against her ear and he dragged a thumb over one of her nipples. She was so fun to explore and he got a sort of giddy sensation at being able to touch her at last. He meant it when he said he never wanted to stop touching her.

“I promise I’ll make up for lost time.”

[lefey]

'Only several dozen... I wasn't entirely sure you didn't prefer men until you dated that girl. Lana?' and even then she wasn't 100% sure.

Morgana's breath catches. Maybe right now isn't the best time to talk about his ex, not when he was teasing the sensitive flesh of her nipples. A soft, pleased noise falls from her lips and she smiles.

'Good. I don't want to miss a thing anymore.'

[smallville_guy]

“I just didn’t want to ruin the best thing I had my misreading some signs,” Clark admitted. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t had feelings for Lana, it just hadn’t been the same. With Morgana it had been all consuming like warm sunlight on a spring afternoon. It seeped into his very bones and made him feel comforted and alive.

“I promise to be better about picking up on things,” he said, smiling as he pressed a thumbnail into each nipple, liking the reaction he’d gotten just a moment ago. Already he was doing better.

[lefey]

Her smile is softer, though only for a few moments when he says that. Clark was always sweet, always caring in a way few had ever bothered with her. Even now as her breath stuttered at the way his nails pressed into her delicate skin he looked so sweet she might get a toothache.

'I'll hold you to that.' Morgana promises as her fingers hook on the elastic of his underwear, slowly working them down.

[smallville_guy]

“You’d better,” he said, giving her a beaming smile. Despite this being his first time ever going this far with someone he wasn’t nervous, not really. Excited? Definitely. But not nervous. He felt like even if he was terrible at sex it wouldn’t make her like him any less.

Clark really hoped he wasn’t terrible at sex though.

As she pushed his boxers lower Clark tilted his head a bit before pinching her nipples carefully. She’d liked everything else so much thus far he wanted to keep playing with her. Especially since he was probably going to be very distracted in a moment.

[lefey]

'You like teasing me,' Morgana says, her words almost a moan even as she presses against him more. His boxers fall away easily as Morgana leans up again so she can press a kiss to his lips.It's soft and chaste, her eyes half open so she can watch him as her hand slips around, between them, gently stroking his cock.

[smallville_guy]

Clark has been sure that kissing Morgana, that touching her had been the best possible feeling in the entire world. When her hand wrapped around his cock though his head leaned back he gave a loud groan.

Clark has touched himself before, obviously, but this wasn’t anything like this. This made his whole body rock into her hand even at the lightest touch. He couldn’t even get a cohenrent word out, instead just gasping something that sounded like her name.

[lefey]

The way he reacts to such a small touch makes Morgana warm, she can hardly take her eyes off of him, wanting to see every little reaction. But if he likes her hands, there's certainly something he'll like more.

Still stroking his cock, Morgana kisses her way down his chest leaving little nips here and there as she goes until her breath brushes over the tip of his cock, followed swiftly by her lips.

[smallville_guy]

Clark didn't know what he thought was going to happen. He could feel her kiss down his chest, lips feeling so much hotter against his skin than they had any right too. He liked the little nips, feeling them more sharply than he did everything else even if he maybe couldn't feel them as much as a normal person could. It didn't matter because her hand stroking him felt amazing. Even when he felt her breath on the head of his cock he couldn't really piece what she was doing until she took him in her mouth.

"Morgana!" he gasped, eyes going wide before he shut them tight, feeling them burn red with heat again before he got control of himself. He looked down at her, eyes still wide and tried to say something more but all that came out was calling her name again.

[lefey]

Slowly, bit by bit Morgana takes him properly in her mouth. Her tongue toys with the head of his cock, swirling around it every time her head bobs back to the top of his cock. She smiles as she bobs her head lower, wanting to feel him, hear his pleasure and that sweet edge of surprise.

[smallville_guy]

Clark was surprised by the sounds he was making and if he could even remotely focus on them he might have been embarrassed by the obscene sounding moans and gasps she was eliciting from him. His entire body shook as she took him in, his fists clenching tightly as jolts of pleasure shot through him. Her mouth and tongue on him felt almost overwhelmingly good but she continually did things that added sharp moments of intense pleasure that he couldn’t even describe.

“Morgana,” he gasped. “Close, I’m close...”

[lefey]

If that was supposed to be a warning or make her stop, she doesn't heed it. She only increases her movements, hand stroking the base of his cock so she can focus her tongue and mouth on the head of his cock, sucking and swirling around the sensitive flesh, focusing on any spot that gets the best reaction.

[smallville_guy]

It was too much, she was too much and when Clark came he came hard. Eyes open, head thrown back he blasted a shot of his heat vision straight through the top of the tent. The curtains might have caught fire except for the fact that he let out a gasp of Artic breath that immediately put out any burning embers.

It was all involuntary though because Clark couldn’t think about anything except for his cock in her mouth and the way she sucked him as he came over and over again. His entire body trembled and his mind just temporarily broke from the intensity of the pleasure.

[lefey]

Morgana doesn't slow down or let up until he's done, and only when does she lean back, swallowing the last of his seed and look up at the roof of their tent, rather glad she had taken him out of the house.

Licking her lips, she speaks.

'You are magnificent to watch... to feel...'

[smallville_guy]

When Clark realized what he’d done with his eyes in a bit he’d feel more than a little sheepish. Right now though all he could feel was the sensation of the most intense pleasure he had ever felt fading away. His entire body still felt incredible and he felt drained and relaxed in a way that he never had before. He should probably congratulate her or something but it was difficult to think right now.

“That was- you are- indescribable.”

[lefey]

She smiles but rolls her eyes a little before pushing herself back up to her feet. 'Should've tried that years ago...' all those times watching him as he leant against the hay bales and talked to her after moving them she had been so tempted to shove him against them and just see what he'd like. Just once.

[smallville_guy]

"I don't know... I feel like this is perfect right now," he said, giving her a bit of a lazy smile. Maybe it would have been perfect years ago as well. Maybe if he'd asked her to a school dance like he had thought about doing a hundred times it would have been perfect in a different way. There wasn't anyway to know though and Clark wasn't the sort to live very much in the past. Especially when the present was so good.

"Sorry for burning your curtains," he said, looking a bit sheepish before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close in for another kiss. He didn't care that he could still taste himself on her lips and tongue, all he cared about was the fact that he was kissing her again, even as his hard cock pressed against her as he kept her close.

[lefey]

'I have other curtains,' she shrugged as she was pulled close to him again. Everything about this felt right, even if it had the odd quirk she had never expected - like heat vision and whatever he had done to stop them getting engulfed if the flames had kept going.

Kissing him back felt just as right, just as good and Morgana eagerly leaned up, wrapping her arms around his neck and playfully rocking her hips forward, jeans rubbing against his cock.

[smallville_guy]

"I think you're over dressed though," Clark murmured through the kiss, feeling her jeans rub up against him. It was such a simple movement but it drove him absolutely crazy and he wanted to feel more of her, to see and feel every inch of her. He remembered exactly how she looked curve hugging jeans that she sometimes wore when she visited and all the things it made him think of. Reaching between them he unbuttoned her pants, sliding a finger around the waistband just to enjoy the feel of her skin.

[lefey]

'I'm sure you can fix that problem, Clark,' she says softly as runs her fingers through his hair. Morgana hummed her approval as he slipped his hand under the very edge of her jeans. Clark would only find skin there, no lace or silk or cotton to impede his hands from touching her.

One of her hands slid back down from his hair, trailing over soft, smooth skin and strong muscles until she could lightly wrap her hand around his cock.

'I've dreamt of this... touching you, feeling you pull off my clothes...'

[smallville_guy]

Clark gave a happy, grumbling sound as her fingers moved through his hair. It was the sort of thing that he didn’t even know that he really liked until she had done it. Clark imagines he was going to be experiencing that sensation a lot with Morgana.

His own hands came back around to unzip her jeans, more than a little excited to find that there was nothing under her pants. He pushed them down just far enough so that he could slide his hands down inside the back of them and grip her ass.

Then all brain function ceased as she wrapped her fingers around his cock and he gave another moan. His fingers gripped her backside a bit harder but other than that all he could think of was her hand touching his cock and how good it felt.