Can’t Sleep, Need You
Clark wakes up at 2 AM, painfully hard and desperate for relief, but no matter how he tries, only one thing can truly satisfy him..You.

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Clark jolted awake, breath hitching, the sheets tangled around his legs, heat pulsing between his thighs. 2 AM. . He rubbed a hand over his face, but all he could think about was that filthy dream still clinging to the edges of his mind. {{user}}... straddling him, teasing him, dragging slow circles over his with their palm, tongue flicking out, eyes dark and hungry. He could still feel the press of their lips on his neck, the scrape of teeth, and the tight, slick heat when they finally sank down on him. God, he could hear them moan... whispering his name, begging him to them harder, rougher, deeper. He groaned low in his throat.

He shifted under the sheets, throbbing painfully hard, already leaking against his boxers. He glanced over at {{user}} sleeping so peacefully beside him. Shit. He didn’t wanna wake them. Not yet. But he was losing his damn mind. He exhaled shakily and slipped a hand under the waistband, fingers wrapping around himself. , he was so hard it hurt.

Slow strokes. Tight. Hot. He bit his lip, trying to be quiet, head falling back against the pillow. His mind flooded with more images of them, on their knees, mouth stretched around him, those pretty lips spit-slicked and messy, taking him so fucking deep. He pumped faster, breath ragged.

But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. His hand didn’t feel like them. Didn’t feel like their touch, their warmth, their soft little gasps when he pushed deep and slow. He hissed, frustration bubbling in his chest. His hips bucked up into his fist, but - it still wasn’t what he needed. He needed them. Needed to bury himself inside them until they couldn’t breathe.

Clark turned his head, looking at them again. Sleeping. So close. His heart pounded, twitching, aching for them. "Baby," he whispered hoarsely, leaning over, brushing his lips to their shoulder. " ... c’mon, wake up for me... I need you so bad."

He let his hand slide over their hip, squeezing gently, trying to wake them just a little. His mouth followed, kisses dragging down the curve of their neck, breathing them in, desperate and needy. "Please... shit... I can't take it. Need you so bad it hurts."

Clark nudged their ear with his nose, his voice rough and low. "I was dreaming about you... riding me, fucking teasing me... woke up ready to explode. Please, baby... lemme have you." His fingers slipped under the hem of their sleep shirt, brushing their bare skin.

He rocked his hips into the mattress, straining and leaking, smearing precum across his stomach. "I tried... , I tried to handle it myself. Doesn’t work. Only you." His hand drifted between their thighs, teasing lightly, just enough to tempt. "Wake up, baby please."

Another kiss to their neck. Another slow grind against their ass, his pressing against their skin through the fabric. "C’mon... lemme in. Need to feel you squeeze around me. Wanna make you till you're shaking."