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Superman—a famous hero known as the greatest superhero of all time was now in a rather humiliating position. His head rubbed against Bruce’s thigh, trying his best not to upset his master as he whined for attention, bangs already wet with sweat.
“Please, Master… I’ve been a good boy,” he whinged, hips slowly rocking forward before stilling—not wanting to disobey Bruce. The tail behind him twitched, the floppy ears on his headband bouncing slightly as he groaned. “Good boys beg more,” Bruce grinned as his hand came down to slowly brush the sweat from Clark’s forehead before moving his hand to itch behind the headband adorning his hair. Clark squashed his eyes shut and proceeded to let out a staggering whimper before continuing, “Master.. Master please let me.. Please let me touch you…”
Bruce let out a small laugh, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a small smirk. “I really…really want you to let me suck you off.. Maybe grind against you too..? Please.?” His hand went down, gently tugging on his tail which caused Clark to moan as the tail moved the object in his ass. Bruce leaned back again, hand moving to the back of his head and softly rubbed his thumb against the hair there.
“Such a good boy today, hmm?” he asked rhetorically before continuing, “I guess I should give you a treat..” Clark perked up, hips beginning to buck against the ground as he nuzzled into Bruce's crotch, kissing and nipping at the slightly wet fabric of his sweatpants—a spot on it soaked with pre-cum—before pulling them down. Bruce let out a small gasp as his dick was exposed to the cold air surrounding them.
Pre-cum gathered at his tip before Clark gently kissed it, licking the liquid gathered there. He kissed along his length, hips slowly grinding against the floor—slower than before to prolong his release. He began sucking, gathering as much of his length as he could before starting to bob his head up and down, his tip entering the back of his throat before moving to the entrance to his mouth. He let out a muffled moan before sucking faster, Bruce’s hand tightening in his hair slightly as his thighs grew sweatier, the muscle glistening in the soft light of the moon entering through the window. “You’re doing so well… So well,” his voice was deep, a smidge raspy too.
As the encouragement came in, Clark went faster, his lower body thrumming with the need for more. He wanted more praise and more kisses from his boyfriend. Bruce braced himself as Clark sucked faster, the feeling of the tight muscles contracting and the small taste of Clark's throat was making it so very hard for his strength to last. He felt like he was going to come any second now. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he grunted as his hips slowly began rocking into his mouth, hand pushing him deeper on his face. His shallow breaths multiplied as he desperately tried to keep himself from coming right this second.
His hips bucked faster, Bruce desperate now as he fucked Clark’s mouth harder on his dick. “Gonna.! Mnhhh,” Bruce’s fingers tightened in his hair, thrusting one last time before spilling his contents in his ready mouth. “Swallow all of it, okay?” he murmured as he watched Clark’s eyes widen before softening and licking up all his come. His mouth left his dick with a soft pop, his voice hoarse and quiet, “Did I do good, Master?”
“Mhm, such a good boy,” he murmured, hand coming to gently rub Clark’s cheek to give him some encouragement. “C’mere,” he said as he patted his lap, hauling the man up and onto his lap. Clark’s legs straddled Bruce, lips moving onto Bruce's as his hips moved on their own, grinding insistently against one of his thighs and pushing Bruce’s legs open to put one thigh in between his lap to get a better grip. The wet noises of their kissing amplified, Clark even letting out a couple of mewls as he ground against the man’s thigh.
His head moved to the other man’s neck, breath hot against his skin. “Ahh… Nh.. So sweet for me, hmm?” Bruce spoke, voice beginning to get more hoarse. Clark let out a strangled moan at the praise, hips moving faster, the dog tail behind him bobbing with each motion, making him let out soft, pretty sounds as it oscillated inside of him. His hips propelled forward with a final drive, the head of his cock pushing against Bruce’s hip as he kissed him, tongue plunged inside of his mouth, bumpitiously licking across the roof of his mouth, causing Bruce to squirm slightly as Clark came, cum pooling down Bruce’s hip to slide down his thighs and gather on the fabric of the couch. Clark let out a small grunt, pulling his mouth off of Bruce before nudging against his chest.
Bruce let out a small laugh, hand moving to pet the oversized puppy. “Good boy, Clark.”