The flickering light from the fireplace threw exaggerated shadows behind him as he shed his boots.
He took several barefooted steps forward on the plush carpeting of the bedroom. His cape caught in the newly-closed door and without a thought, he shed it. Quickly he shrugged out of his shirt and threw it to the floor. His briefs and tights soon joined the shirt.
Warm, masculine hands slid up his chest and around the back of his neck.
And as they fell together to the floor on top of their new Persian rug, Lex purred in his ear, "Goodbye, Superman."