please, call me Lex.
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@lexx-corp
please, call me Lex.
Intro post. this is not much of a roleplay blog, but I still do roleplay from time to time. I draw, I write, eventually.
I love Clex. just...love it truly and deeply.

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happy belated superman day! little kon meets supes for the first time! ♥️
you are getting eepy...really eepy even...
happy superman day 💙❤️💙❤️

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Do you ever miss having hair? Or were you always bald? If so, how does it feel to be bald at 8 years old? Is the breeze nice? Did you have cool winter beanies, mr meanie?
No, I don't miss my hair.
I wasn't always bald.
I wasn't bald when I was 8.
And I don't need beanies cause my rage keeps me warm.
ehh whatever you get the gist
hm. I've heard you're not feeling well lately. don't ask me how I know.
@lexx-corp
*Clark had been staring off into space. He blinks then his gaze focused on Lex, his eyes looking him over up and down without thinking.*
Huh? Oh- um.. Luthor…
*Tearing his eyes away from the man, he blushed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to to rein in his x-ray vision threatening to trigger.*
Could… could you come back some other time?
aha. so it's true.
*he smirks, but his eyes are cold, examining Superman*
mind if I ask what's caused this condition? I doubt it's kryptonite unless you're carrying it with you for whatever reason
Huh? No, no I'm not.. carrying kryptonite.
*Clark looks back up at the man. Thankfully his powers seemed to behave for the time being.*
Its.. It's nothing.. just... Look, Luthor, I really should get going. I shouldn't be here. Its not... safe for you.
*Beginning to turn, fully intending to leave, the pull in his biology argued with him for his decision to refuse it. *
not safe for me? how is that?
*Lex eyes him up and down, clearly curious. he even takes a step towards him*
don't get me wrong, it's just a... scientific interest, nothing more than that. you really do seem unwell
*Clark could feel Lex’s eyes on him, the proximity making his skin feel warm and buzzing with need.*
I um.. you don’t need to worry about it. It’s nothing really. Forget I said anything.
hey, no, wait–
*Lex grabs him by the elbow*
*Clark froze, every muscle in his body tensing up. A sharp, involuntary pause before he catches himself, breath hitching as every nerve seems to zero in on that single point of contact.*
L-Lex-….
*His eyes were fixed on the contact between them, his pupils were dilated. The skin beneath Luthor’s hand felt very warm to him, spreading throughout his body. He swallowed, finding himself unable to think properly to form words.*
look, Superman, you really don't look well today. I'm not even saying that to insult you
*Lex lowered his voice. he sounded almost concerned*
it's not that I'm trying to help you or anything, but we could follow to LexCorp to find out what's the reason behind this
*Lex watched him closely, feeling some kind of unusual warmth through the fabric of the suit*
*The thoughts running through Clark’s head were no where appropriate. His voice of reason was screaming at him to move, to do something to get away from the man. Behavebehavebehavebehave..*
I-… I know the reason.. I just…
*Clark took a deep breath to steady himself, looking the billionaire in the eye. Except being this close to Luthor and having the ability of a heighten sense of smell… Well, he learned that the man’s cologne was indeed very nice, but underneath it, his natural scent was turning on chemicals in his brain.*
You smell very nice…
*Lex's expression rippled, but he didn't let it show, he was still holding alien by the elbow, trying to keep him from escaping - as if Superman wasn't strong enough to just fly away any second*
I'm sorry - what?...
*Clark blinked then pulled his arm away from Lex, taking a couple steps away from him.*
I- I’m sorry- um… Gosh… this is such a mess.
Staying here longer is it’s making things worse. I really have to go.
*Clark began to hover off the ground.*
hold it!!
*Lex grabbed him by the tip of his cape*
I bet it's not safe flying in this condition whatever it could be
*he eyed him sharply, calculating next steps*
you're coming with me, alien. you're clearly in trouble and you'll probably get it worse by flying away. and I definitely need more data. it looks like some weird ass kryptonite poisoning
*Clark hesitated… his through fighting with each other a mile a minute.*
…
*Clark sighs and lowers back down to the ground.*
.. fine…
I… let’s uh.. let’s go.
*before Superman realised it, he was already at the limo driving him somewhere. Luthor knew what he was doing...or he thought he did*
so. tell me when it all started *Lex looked at the alien intently, ready to start taking notes*
*Being in such a confined space really wasn’t helping Clark’s uh situation. He was restless, fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his hands on his thighs, barely looking Luthor in the eyes for any longer than a couple of seconds before adverting his gaze.*
U-uh.. it’s a reoccurring issue… but um… two days ago.
so that's smth you're familiar with?
*Lex made a note in his mind*
is it just me or do you seem to be avoiding eye contact?
Yes… and maybe…
*Looking at Lex, Clark tried to keep the eye contact without drifting.. but gosh doesn’t his lips seem like they’d be so soft? He wanted to start there and trail downward- Clark tore his gaze away.*
Are we almost there? How much longer?
*He sighs and just puts his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. Why do cars have to go so slow? Why did he sign up for this?*
*Lex watches him in clear amusement, like this whole situation entertains him*
we're almost there. I guess you wouldn't mind me running some tests to find out a way to ease your condition
*with these words Lex toches one of his hands*
* At Luthor’s touch, Clark reacted before he could think, his fingers closed around Lex’s hand as if it belonged there. With their hands so close to his face, he drew it in and pressed Lex’s palm and knuckles to his cheek, eyes softening on instinct. Then he kissed Lex’s knuckles, slow and soft, and didn’t stop there—he turned Lex’s hand and placed another kiss into the open center of his palm, unhurried, almost absentminded, as if it were simply what you did when someone you trusted was close enough to touch.*
*Lex's eyes widened instantly as his mind processed what just happened. he didn't pull his hand away, didn't even try to, he was... way too interested in the state this alien was in, and it only got more and more intriguing. he swallowed and pulled himself together, trying to make his voice sound normal*
um... Superman? *it came out softer than Lex intended*
Floated in my sleep again- I mean uh.. I was floating in my dream again- yeah. That’s what I said, totally! 😅
*Lex blinks, being on 0 sleep for the last few days* hmmm. I could swear you said you floated
Whaaa pshh naaah, that can’t be right. Are we sure that I’m the one who needs glasses, and not you, Mr. Luthor? Ahah😅
*still sleepy af, Lex took Clark's glasses and put them on* let's find out *tries to focus, but his vision got too blurry*
*Surely, Kryptonians can’t have heart attacks, right? Then why did Clark suddenly feel his heart leap outside of his own chest when Lex took his glasses?*
Oh! Gosh- uh Mr. Luthor, I really need those. I’m virtually blind without them! Could I please have them back.
*Of course, he could see just fine, but Clark Jent wasn’t supposed to have perfect vision. He would just take them off of the man like he had to him, but his manners held him back from doing so.*
...how do you even SEE in these?!
*Lex blinked and narrowed his eyes, but the glasses seemed to prevent him from focusing enough to actually see anything but blur. or maybe it was the lack of sleep, who knows*
I have a very strong prescription ahah 😅.
I’m uh… I’m going to take those back now, alright?
*Clark gently takes the glasses back, purposely almost missing them before quickly sliding them up onto the bridge of his nose. He blinks a few times before shrugging. Dear god above, he prayed Lex didn’t notice anything.*
*adjusting to the change, Lex caught a tiny little glimpse of Clark with no glasses on*
mmhh *he rubbed his eyes, looking even more sleepy* I could swear you reminded me of... someone for a second
*Clark’s heart skipped a beat.*
Huh?? Oh I uh, just have one of those faces I suppose! 😅
*He awkwardly scratches the side of his head.*
You alright there, Mr. Luthor? You seem… sleepy.
*Lex yawned and sighed* late nights this week...
working on...stuff
*even if he saw smth, he didn't seem to catch it*
*Even though Clark was still very concerned with whether or not Lex, or anyone else at the Daily Planet, noticed him without glasses.. Clark was more concerned with how sleepy Lex seemed to be.*
You shouldn’t be working yourself to the bone like that. It’s not good for ya.
Do you need me to escort you home, Mr. Luthor?
*Sure, Clark knew Lex likely had a driver, but his stupid stupid brain had already offered before he could stop himself.*
home? I live at my workplace, Kent
*Lex was ready to collapse on the floor, but managed to lean on Clark instead*
Oh- uh… *Clark put his hand against the small of Luthor’s back, making sure he didn’t fall over.*
Okay, I’m taking you home. You’re clearly going to fall asleep standing up here soon.
*Technically, Clark little apartment is closer than Lexcorp… After mauling it over, he came to the conclusion that he would much rather have Lex just sleep as soon as he could.*
I can… take you to my place?
*Of course, he wanted to make sure that he got verbal consent from Luthor first, at least.*
mmhhh your place's fine. your place's my place *Lex sounds unclear by now* this whole city belongs to me, Kent 💤

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hm. I've heard you're not feeling well lately. don't ask me how I know.
@lexx-corp
*Clark had been staring off into space. He blinks then his gaze focused on Lex, his eyes looking him over up and down without thinking.*
Huh? Oh- um.. Luthor…
*Tearing his eyes away from the man, he blushed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to to rein in his x-ray vision threatening to trigger.*
Could… could you come back some other time?
aha. so it's true.
*he smirks, but his eyes are cold, examining Superman*
mind if I ask what's caused this condition? I doubt it's kryptonite unless you're carrying it with you for whatever reason
Huh? No, no I'm not.. carrying kryptonite.
*Clark looks back up at the man. Thankfully his powers seemed to behave for the time being.*
Its.. It's nothing.. just... Look, Luthor, I really should get going. I shouldn't be here. Its not... safe for you.
*Beginning to turn, fully intending to leave, the pull in his biology argued with him for his decision to refuse it. *
not safe for me? how is that?
*Lex eyes him up and down, clearly curious. he even takes a step towards him*
don't get me wrong, it's just a... scientific interest, nothing more than that. you really do seem unwell
*Clark could feel Lex’s eyes on him, the proximity making his skin feel warm and buzzing with need.*
I um.. you don’t need to worry about it. It’s nothing really. Forget I said anything.
hey, no, wait–
*Lex grabs him by the elbow*
*Clark froze, every muscle in his body tensing up. A sharp, involuntary pause before he catches himself, breath hitching as every nerve seems to zero in on that single point of contact.*
L-Lex-….
*His eyes were fixed on the contact between them, his pupils were dilated. The skin beneath Luthor’s hand felt very warm to him, spreading throughout his body. He swallowed, finding himself unable to think properly to form words.*
look, Superman, you really don't look well today. I'm not even saying that to insult you
*Lex lowered his voice. he sounded almost concerned*
it's not that I'm trying to help you or anything, but we could follow to LexCorp to find out what's the reason behind this
*Lex watched him closely, feeling some kind of unusual warmth through the fabric of the suit*
*The thoughts running through Clark’s head were no where appropriate. His voice of reason was screaming at him to move, to do something to get away from the man. Behavebehavebehavebehave..*
I-… I know the reason.. I just…
*Clark took a deep breath to steady himself, looking the billionaire in the eye. Except being this close to Luthor and having the ability of a heighten sense of smell… Well, he learned that the man’s cologne was indeed very nice, but underneath it, his natural scent was turning on chemicals in his brain.*
You smell very nice…
*Lex's expression rippled, but he didn't let it show, he was still holding alien by the elbow, trying to keep him from escaping - as if Superman wasn't strong enough to just fly away any second*
I'm sorry - what?...
*Clark blinked then pulled his arm away from Lex, taking a couple steps away from him.*
I- I’m sorry- um… Gosh… this is such a mess.
Staying here longer is it’s making things worse. I really have to go.
*Clark began to hover off the ground.*
hold it!!
*Lex grabbed him by the tip of his cape*
I bet it's not safe flying in this condition whatever it could be
*he eyed him sharply, calculating next steps*
you're coming with me, alien. you're clearly in trouble and you'll probably get it worse by flying away. and I definitely need more data. it looks like some weird ass kryptonite poisoning
*Clark hesitated… his through fighting with each other a mile a minute.*
…
*Clark sighs and lowers back down to the ground.*
.. fine…
I… let’s uh.. let’s go.
*before Superman realised it, he was already at the limo driving him somewhere. Luthor knew what he was doing...or he thought he did*
so. tell me when it all started *Lex looked at the alien intently, ready to start taking notes*
*Being in such a confined space really wasn’t helping Clark’s uh situation. He was restless, fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his hands on his thighs, barely looking Luthor in the eyes for any longer than a couple of seconds before adverting his gaze.*
U-uh.. it’s a reoccurring issue… but um… two days ago.
so that's smth you're familiar with?
*Lex made a note in his mind*
is it just me or do you seem to be avoiding eye contact?
Yes… and maybe…
*Looking at Lex, Clark tried to keep the eye contact without drifting.. but gosh doesn’t his lips seem like they’d be so soft? He wanted to start there and trail downward- Clark tore his gaze away.*
Are we almost there? How much longer?
*He sighs and just puts his head in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees. Why do cars have to go so slow? Why did he sign up for this?*
*Lex watches him in clear amusement, like this whole situation entertains him*
we're almost there. I guess you wouldn't mind me running some tests to find out a way to ease your condition
*with these words Lex toches one of his hands*
hm. I've heard you're not feeling well lately. don't ask me how I know.
@lexx-corp
*Clark had been staring off into space. He blinks then his gaze focused on Lex, his eyes looking him over up and down without thinking.*
Huh? Oh- um.. Luthor…
*Tearing his eyes away from the man, he blushed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to to rein in his x-ray vision threatening to trigger.*
Could… could you come back some other time?
aha. so it's true.
*he smirks, but his eyes are cold, examining Superman*
mind if I ask what's caused this condition? I doubt it's kryptonite unless you're carrying it with you for whatever reason
Huh? No, no I'm not.. carrying kryptonite.
*Clark looks back up at the man. Thankfully his powers seemed to behave for the time being.*
Its.. It's nothing.. just... Look, Luthor, I really should get going. I shouldn't be here. Its not... safe for you.
*Beginning to turn, fully intending to leave, the pull in his biology argued with him for his decision to refuse it. *
not safe for me? how is that?
*Lex eyes him up and down, clearly curious. he even takes a step towards him*
don't get me wrong, it's just a... scientific interest, nothing more than that. you really do seem unwell
*Clark could feel Lex’s eyes on him, the proximity making his skin feel warm and buzzing with need.*
I um.. you don’t need to worry about it. It’s nothing really. Forget I said anything.
hey, no, wait–
*Lex grabs him by the elbow*
*Clark froze, every muscle in his body tensing up. A sharp, involuntary pause before he catches himself, breath hitching as every nerve seems to zero in on that single point of contact.*
L-Lex-….
*His eyes were fixed on the contact between them, his pupils were dilated. The skin beneath Luthor’s hand felt very warm to him, spreading throughout his body. He swallowed, finding himself unable to think properly to form words.*
look, Superman, you really don't look well today. I'm not even saying that to insult you
*Lex lowered his voice. he sounded almost concerned*
it's not that I'm trying to help you or anything, but we could follow to LexCorp to find out what's the reason behind this
*Lex watched him closely, feeling some kind of unusual warmth through the fabric of the suit*
*The thoughts running through Clark’s head were no where appropriate. His voice of reason was screaming at him to move, to do something to get away from the man. Behavebehavebehavebehave..*
I-… I know the reason.. I just…
*Clark took a deep breath to steady himself, looking the billionaire in the eye. Except being this close to Luthor and having the ability of a heighten sense of smell… Well, he learned that the man’s cologne was indeed very nice, but underneath it, his natural scent was turning on chemicals in his brain.*
You smell very nice…
*Lex's expression rippled, but he didn't let it show, he was still holding alien by the elbow, trying to keep him from escaping - as if Superman wasn't strong enough to just fly away any second*
I'm sorry - what?...
*Clark blinked then pulled his arm away from Lex, taking a couple steps away from him.*
I- I’m sorry- um… Gosh… this is such a mess.
Staying here longer is it’s making things worse. I really have to go.
*Clark began to hover off the ground.*
hold it!!
*Lex grabbed him by the tip of his cape*
I bet it's not safe flying in this condition whatever it could be
*he eyed him sharply, calculating next steps*
you're coming with me, alien. you're clearly in trouble and you'll probably get it worse by flying away. and I definitely need more data. it looks like some weird ass kryptonite poisoning
*Clark hesitated… his through fighting with each other a mile a minute.*
…
*Clark sighs and lowers back down to the ground.*
.. fine…
I… let’s uh.. let’s go.
*before Superman realised it, he was already at the limo driving him somewhere. Luthor knew what he was doing...or he thought he did*
so. tell me when it all started *Lex looked at the alien intently, ready to start taking notes*
*Being in such a confined space really wasn’t helping Clark’s uh situation. He was restless, fidgeting in his seat, rubbing his hands on his thighs, barely looking Luthor in the eyes for any longer than a couple of seconds before adverting his gaze.*
U-uh.. it’s a reoccurring issue… but um… two days ago.
so that's smth you're familiar with?
*Lex made a note in his mind*
is it just me or do you seem to be avoiding eye contact?