"I don't know," he admits with a laugh of his own, rolling off a little to sort of settle half on M and half on his side. "I just- I like touching you. And having you touch me. And the kissing. I definitely like the kissing."

He's not. He'd done... some things. With Lana. Not quite going all the way, but he's got a decent idea of what he enjoys.

"Slow is- I like slow. But sometimes it can get a little overwhelming. If that makes sense."

Between his perception and his senses, it's a fine line to cross.

"You should probably- what's better, for a first time?"

"Have you done both?"

He clearly doesn't see anything... wrong with either side of things. He's heard some guys talk about it like that, but it sounds stupid to him. After all, both guys are gay. They're both getting off. What's the fucking difference besides a preference?

And they both sound nice, to be honest.

"I mean, do you have a preference?"

You know that look that a dog gives when it is utterly confused? Yeah, you're getting that look, M. Clark's pretty good at that look.

"...it thinks I'm trying to kill you with my dick?"

Beat.

"I mean, technically, I'm-"

Nope, nope, can't quite think of it like that.

"Really?"

But he realizes how that might sound and he waves with both hands real quick.

"I'm not trying to force anything or anything. It's just... not how I would have thought about it, I guess. So I guess we're... doing the other way?"

He shakes his head, because he wasn't really joking he just-

He's trying to understand. He wants to understand. M seems to know so much about him and he's so understanding and Clark wants to offer the same.

"Okay," and this comes with a gentle sort of stroke to M's cheek with his thumb, "I'll keep it in mind. And if there's something you need from me, you let me know, okay?"

He flops on the bed beside M and leans in to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"As for what we should do..." he swallows a little, "that sounds like it'd be really good for me, but I want you to feel good too. Could I, that is... would it be cool if I tried to do that back afterwards?"

Clark listens... and nods, then considers if his hand might work? But then again, he could crush carbon into a diamond if that was a thing that a person could actually do. Maybe that wouldn't work either. Hmm.

He looks down at M, watches as he kisses his way down his own torso and decides to focus on that, because it feels... really nice, honestly.

"Okay. I trust you. I just want to make you feel as good as you're making me feel."

Clark watches M make his way down, and as he actually undoes his fly and gets to his cock- he can't help shifting a little just from the breath on him, the way M is looking at him. He sucks in a breath of his own and closes his eyes to make sure he doesn't overload from it, fingers curling tight against the bedding as he waits.

"I'm not worried," he assures M in a little rush of breath. "I'm just- taking it in."

Clark almost levitates from the feel of it, from the warm, wet heat up his length and the way he can feel and hear and see M hovering over him, slow and steady and clearly enjoying himself. His own eyes are fluttering between open and closed and his fingers are twisting the sheets under him to the point where if he keeps twisting, he might rip them. Hopefully, he'll be able to let go before then. He can't say for certain.

"S'good. That's good.'

The hand around his balls- there's a wild thought that crosses over, that seems stupid in retrospect, that no one else has ever squeezed his balls. He has, obviously, over the years, and yet somehow another person doing this thing is a fucking revelation of a moment that has his teeth pressing hard into his lower lip and his hips wanting desperately to move inside the tight heat of M's mouth. That seems... rude, though, so he keeps himself still even as he can't help letting out an almost harsh groan.

One of his hands, one of them slips away from the covers and starts seeking him out, seeking out his shoulder of all things to just... to just pet him, all right? He's very very appreciative and this feels very good and squeezing is a possibly bad idea right now.

All right, maybe he didn't know what a revelation was, because this was... a whole other order of thing, the way the vibration feels like it's going through his whole body, like it's burrowing it's way all the way through him down to his bones and making them liquid. With the hand on his balls, the pressure around his cock...

Clark's practically vibrating himself, shaking with the need for-

Not more. There's already so much, so much sensation, so much building inside of him, and he knows what it is, what it feels like; he's taken himself in hand before. But this also feels like something else, the strange and wonderful mystery of it, of someone else touching him and who knows what they might do next because all of this just makes everything that much better.

"M..."

Because he's almost there. He's getting close and he doesn't want to be rude.

It's the last thing he expected, and it has him gulping in a breath as he tries to wrangle words into- something from where he'd been, which was closer to the edge than it wasn't. He almost rocks into the fingers around him before he parses the question.

"I- I don't know. I just-"

He wants to come. He doesn't- options are mostly just a little overwhelming for the moment. But M clearly wanted an answer, so he scrambles his brain enough to try and get one.

"In your mouth?"

That seems... reasonable? It will make less mess, maybe. Hopefully it'll taste all right? He's read somewhere that vegetarians taste sweeter or something, so there's that. But he's not sure if that's just hearsay or- he's going to have to suck someone else off to test this or something, not that it helps him right now. He wonders what M tastes like.

Man has no idea what he wants other than whatever M wants to do with him right now, which is why he's easy to move around and shift even as his muscles feel like they're going to strain themselves until they pop. The hand on his balls, the touch behind them- he's almost settled until he feels M teasing at his hole and then he's gone, teeth clamping shut, eyes shutting hard, and hands clenching tight against his own thighs as his senses white out and everything gets lost in the exponentially greater wash of pleasure than anything he's ever dealt with before. The sound he makes almost sounds like pain but it's just being overwhelmed and the first few waves of it lay him out on the bed, pliant as a doll.

Clark is... recovering. Because he's orgasmed before, oh you bet he has. He's a college-age man, and before that he was a teenage boy, and one who had been seriously concerned about his ability to- well, to- that is-

Look, he'd had to investigate, thoroughly, before he'd ever thought of venturing beyond his own hand for enjoyment.

But that was-

He-

Okay, as his senses start filtering back into place, he notices M shifting and moving in ways that aren't actually necessary for kissing him. That's when his hand, somewhat shakily, reaches out to settle at his hip and he turns his head down to try and find his eyes.

"Gimme a- I wanna-

"You too."

Words will come back, but he's putting his effort into moving his hand down to try and reach between M's legs to get a feel for what's going on there.