SV drabble, pointless, really...

Silky, smooth, caressing in all the right places, the tender skin on the inside of his wrist, twisted around his palm and brushing against his knuckles as he held on with a lazy grip.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” He breathed and writhed, hips bumping up into nothing but air.

The room was warm and permeated, hot, crackling. It soothed his skin like an invisible blanket of feather light warmth.

Strong, gentle hands raised his arms above his head, and one hand pinned them there loosely, while the other traced patterns on his stomach.

“Then close your eyes, Lex, and let me in.” Clark said softly from somewhere above, but Lex's eyes were already closed.