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Clark glances up and Bruce is flushed, sweat beading along his hairline and pupils dilated.
But his heart rate is already slowing and his breathing is steady. He's so damn unaffected that for a moment Clark wants to grab him, to press him back into that mattress and fuck a reaction out of him.
Unbidden, an old memory floats to the forefront of his mind, Bruce tugging off his shirt after a spar. Back marred with red, raw scratches and hips painted in finger-shaped bruises.
'Jesus,' Clark had muttered, 'You get mauled or something.'
A huffed laugh, 'Or someone Kent. Bruce Wayne has a reputation to uphold after all.'
Clark doesnt want to be another 'someone,' doesn't want to be just another notch on Bruce Wayne's fucking bedpost. And most of all.
Clark doesn't want to just be someone Bruce can brush off as 'part of the cover.' He doesn't care how selfish that makes him.
So he lets his hands, which had begun to clench around Bruce's thighs, ready to yank him open and down, soften. Rubs apologetic circles over the spots he knows will bruise.
Bruce's eyebrow ticks up, this isn't their first fuck. Isn't the first time they've sneaked off to hidden supply closets or into each others bed.
But this time Clark doesn't want something fast, doesn't want to just be another resource Bruce uses when he needs release.
So he keeps his hands gentle, licks the last of Bruce's cum from the corner of his mouth and leans down to kiss him. Bruce presses into it instantly, mouth sliding open as he gasps, pushing for something forceful.
Clark doesn't let him, drops his ass on his heels and cups Bruce's jaw. Fucking cradles Bruce's stupid, genius head in his mountain crushing palms and kisses him like there's nowhere he'd rather be because, there isn't.
"Clark?"
"I wanna try something new," he angled Bruce's head, pressing soft, soft kisses to the corner of his mouth, trailing along his jaw. "Can I?"
There was something almost uneasy in Bruce's eyes when Clark pulled back but he rallied quickly.
"I'm not exactly fragile Clark," Easy, dismissive, "You don't have to act like I'll break."
"What if I want to?"
He shuffled closer, Bruce's thighs spilling over his own. One hand cupped the back of Bruce's head and the other curled around his back, cradled Bruce in the shelter of his body. Bruce's heart rate stuttered for a moment, Clark carefully didn't smile.
"What if I want to be gentle? Will you let me?"
"Yo-You cant seriously-"
"Bruce I promise you, there is nothing I want more. Trust me?"
And Bruce watches him, those glacier eyes peeling him easier than x-ray vision could ever dream of. Trust me, Clark says with his soft eyes, with his loose shoulders and relaxed hands. Trust me, trust me trust me.
Spring thaws and the glacier melts into the sweetest type of stream, slowly Bruce nods. Eases himself back into Clark's arms and Clark smiles, ducks down to press a soft kiss over Bruce's heart.
"Thank you." The words are breathed into Bruce's skin, Clark hopes they're imprinted on his fucking bones, "Let me be sweet with you, okay?"
And just for a second, if he'd been anyone else maybe he wouldn't of noticed it, Bruce shudders. Something syrupy sweet and rich pools in Clark's belly, and he wants to crack his torso open like a beehive and feed it to Bruce.
"Fine." Bruce says, a hair more breathy than normal, his throat bobs as he swallows. "Go ahead."
And Clark does, easing Bruce back onto the pillows and kissing him, sweet and soft and deep. Everything is Bruce, every sound and smell and touch and taste is Bruce.
His mouth opens easily when Clark slides his tongue over his lip, lets Clark tip his head back and open. Licks into Bruce's mouth and then draws Bruce's tongue into his own. Kisses until he can hear Bruce's lungs straining, until his lips feel like they're buzzing and Bruce has his arms wrapped around Clark's neck.
Bruce tries to force it, not quite nips against his invulnerable lips but Clark keeps it sweet. Keeps being sweet, until Bruce surrenders again.
Molten honey affection bubbles in Clark's chest, he wouldn't be Bruce if he didn't tread the line.
Slowly, gently, Clark kissed down his neck. Let Bruce catch his breath, panting wetly, as Clark kissed over his heart. Spends several minutes kissing and touching his nipples. Not pinching, not biting, just gentle.
Even when Bruce groaned and arched up into his mouth, even when Bruce begged through gritted teeth.
"You said I could be sweet with you Bruce, let me be."
"I need-" Bruce's voice was a growl but Clark cut through it easily.
"I'll take care of you, just let me baby."
And Bruce- trembled, muscles all over his body twitched uncontrollably and Clark could hear a noise get strangled in Bruce's throat. He smiled, kisses him softly, "Thank you."
His kisses meandered over Bruce's stomach, he nosed through the hair there, sucked barely there marks over the sensitive skin while his hands rubbed Bruce's sides and hips. Clark could smell how hard Bruce was, musk and salt thick in the sheltered curve of Clark's body.
He switched tracks, tugging one of Bruce's thighs up slide his nose along the thigh. Pressed a kiss against the side of Bruce's knee.
"Please," Bruce moaned and Clark shushes him gently. Curled his hand around the raised knee and pet it softly, rubbed over the sensitive skin of the inner knee. Bruce shook, from the corner of his eye Clark could see Bruce's cock. Hard and twitching, absolutely soaked in pre cum and the remnants of Clark's saliva.
Clark kept his hand there, rubbing over the back of Bruce's knee the same way he'd rub over his perineum. Bruce's hips were rocking up now, a soft stream of broken words pouring out of his mouth.
"Beautiful," Clark sighed, there was no remnant of the unaffected statue left now. Just Bruce, honest in his body and his wants. Clark wanted to keep him like this forever, hard and panting and letting Clark take care of him.
"Can I-"
"Yes!" Bruce cried out, legs flexing uselessly against Clark's sides, "Yes, whatever you- Yes! Please, yes!"
Clark surged closer, hands cupping Bruce's hips and he pulled Bruce into the cradle of his hips. A soft brush of his fingers over Bruce's hole, a gentle test but no, he was still wet and loose from earlier.
"That's it baby," Clark groaned as he pressed his aching cock home, Bruce clenching and tight and wet around him, "So good- So sweet- I need-"
"Yes-" Bruce gasped out brokenly, fine tremors running along his limbs as he curled them around Clark, "Give it to me. Please Clark, plea-"
Clark curled over him, fucked in to the root and pressed deeper. Thought again, about cracking open his chest and pressing Bruce into it. Forever trying to get closer, closer, closer.
Bruce was molten, his movements tectonic and he rocked up into Clark's thrusts. Shaky limbs trying to drag him closer, trying to speed up, to slam them together and it was good. So fucking good. And the temptation to press into it, to fuck Bruce into the mattress until he was shrieking and mad with it clawed at Clark's self control like a wild animal.
But Clark wanted to be sweet with it, be sweet with Bruce.
He bit the inside of his cheek, hard. Iron and green flooded his mouth as the sharp pain cut through the fog of pleasure. Clark swallowed the blood and slowed down, ducked his head to kiss one of Bruce's biceps.
"It's okay baby, I'll give you everything. Just let me be sweet to you. Please."
Bruce pressed against his iron grip desperately, "Okay-" he choked out, "Sweet- Be. Be sweet. To me."
Clark sighed happily, rubbed his palms over Bruce's heaving sides. Thumbed over Bruce's nipples and he statted thrusting again, not chasing pleasure just stoking the flames. Hips angled to drag over Bruce's prostate the way he loved and his free hand dropped to circle Bruce's cock lightly.
He pumped his fist in time with his steady thrusts; once, twice, on the third he pressed firmly at the underside of Bruce's head and, with a shattered cry, Bruce came.
His body burned hotter, clutched up and flexing around Clark's cock as he fed it into Bruce, let him ride all of Clark as he broke into pieces.
Slowly Bruce settled, sweaty and panting, his hips twitched slightly and Clark moaned. His eyes were gleaming black discs with a thin blue ring as he looked uo at Clark.
"More?" Clark managed, holding himself still. If Bruce was done then Clark would handle himself, he'd promised Bruce sweet after all, but he couldn't help but hope...
He raised a trembling hand, Clark caught it and pressed a kiss to the sweaty palm. Bruce tugged gently and Clark bent down with a soft moan, his cock twitched inside making Bruce shiver. Then he drew Clark into a kiss. Not hard and biting like their first, not soft and sweet like Clark's.
Deep and arresting, everything except Bruce's mouth faded away as Bruce kissed and kissed and kissed him. Slowly Bruce released him, sighed through kiss swollen lips, "You want to be sweet to me?"
"Yeah," Clark breathed into his mouth, hungry for it.
"Then be sweet to me Clark," His lips twitched up in a half smile as he went limp against the rumpled pillows, "Go on."
Slowly Clark pulled out, his dick was aching, begging for friction, for release. Bruce watched him with warm eyes and Clark closed his own, almost overwhelmed already.
Bruce was still hot and wet but orgasm had loosed his muscles and he was like a dream as Clark fucked into him. The urge to chase pleasure, to rut furiously was so close but Bruce had asked. Had actually asked Clark to be sweet.
Time faded away, nothing existed but the grip of Bruce's hole and the chorus of his body. Heart and lungs and muscles all playing in sync.
Distantly, over the siren song of Bruce's body, he could hear Bruce talking, begging. Could hear the blood pooling in his cock, the rising desperation in his scent.
Carefully, Clark shifted, pressed his thumb to the smooth stretch of skin, pressed on Bruce's prostate from two sides.
He wailed, cock dribbling a sad line of cum as Clark wrung a third orgasm from him. There was a sudden burst of salt, tears, as Bruce begged Clark to keep going, begged Clark to come.
Clark's self control was frayed, almost gone and Bruce wrapped a hand around his wrist, rubbed his thumb over the thin skin at his inner wrist and squeezed.
"Clark," his head was hanging, transfixed on the way Bruce's body welcomed him in so easily. The gorgeous slide of his cock as deep into Bruce as it was possible to go, "Come for me. I need it."
The last fragment of Clark self control fizzled into nothing and he moaned, rutted into Bruce frantically, chasing the edge. And finally, finally, Clark came, pressed hip to ass into Bruce, as deep as he could get.
Bruce clenched around him, rocked to meet him as he chanted, 'yes yes yes' through gritted teeth and for what felt like forever Clark filled him.
Clark came back to himself slowly, dazed and clumsy. Carefully he pulled out, both of them shivering at the sensation and he couldn't help but stare at Bruce is besotted wonder.
Bruce threw a trembling arm over his eyes, panting for breath as he shook and shook and shook. Clark watched him, enraptured.
"So good," he breathed, "So sweet for me, thank you baby."
Overwhelmed, Bruce flung his free hand out, waving it until Clark took hold and then locked their fingers together. Everything felt faint and distant, the entire universe condensed into the mattress under his knees and the lovely man in front of him.
"C-Clark-"
He hummed lightly, dropping his free hand to drag a finger through the cum splattered over Bruce's belly. Licked it up neatly, Bruce made a strangled noise.
Clark kept holding Bruce's hand and kept cleaning up Bruce's belly and kept close. Slowly Bruce's heart rate steadied, slowly he lowered his arm, wide bloodshot eyes staring at him.
"Clark," he tried again, "What was-"
His nose twitched, he could smell it the cum he'd fucked into Bruce leaking out. And well, Ma Kent hadn't raised him to do a half job and he had started cleaning Bruce up.
Clark slid onto his belly, squeezed Bruce's hand and wrapped his free arm around his hips. Hauled him up until Bruce's legs splayed, sweaty and limp, over his shoulders. Bruce's words died in his throat.
With great effort, Clark dragged his eyes up from the thin trail of cum leaking out of Bruce's hole. Met Bruce's stare, "Yes? Can I?"
He inhaled sharply, heart beginning to pound again. "Oh god," he whispered, "Yes. Yes, I- Yes."
Pleased and grateful, Clark lowered his head, pressed his tongue in and squeezed Bruce's hand. Above him, Clark heard Bruce throw his free arm back over his eyes and then everything faded away as he focused on finishing the job.