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The bed squeaks as Bruce slides to the edge of the mattress, panting, determined to make his way to the bathroom. From where he’s laying supine in the middle of Bruce’s bed, Clark reaches out and runs a hand along Bruce’s back, glistening sweat helping his large fingers glide along defined muscles. Before Bruce can move to stand up, Clark crawls over to drape himself over his back. “Don’t go,” Clark whispers, kissing the shell of Bruce’s ear.
A whimper slips out of Bruce’s mouth as he pushes Clark’s unrelenting mouth away from him. “I have to clean up.”
Clark hums in dissent, still squeezing Bruce close, unwilling to let him go. “It’s not that bad, I can get a towel or a wet washcloth.”
“Clark, look at the sheets,” Bruce laughs softly, turning to press a kiss to his lover’s forehead. “I need a shower before I can even think about going to bed, and you need to grab some fresh linens.”
It’s a battle Clark knows he’s lost when he looks back at the heavy wet smears that span the length of the mattress. “Alright,” he says, peeling himself off Bruce’s back.
As he’s opening the armoire on the other side of the room to pull out the backup sheets, it happens. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see as Bruce goes to stand on quivering legs – too shaky for any real stability – and falls face first towards the floor.
“Bruce!” Clark cries, running to where he’s fallen. “Are you okay?”
As he turns the corner, the sight that greets him is familiar, in a burning, mouthwatering way. Bruce must have caught himself enough to not slam face-first into the ground, but he’s still in a scandalous pose. His face and chest are pressed to the floor, no redness there, so Bruce probably had lowered himself into that position. He hasn’t lowered the rest of his body though. Clark covers his mouth as he takes in Bruce, chest to the floor, ass up, with his reddened pussy on display for the world to see.
Bruce shifts slightly, spreading his legs further apart. “I think you fucked my balance out of me.” With each word, Clark can see the muscles in Bruce’s groin twitch. There’s cum and lube dripping down his thighs, and with each pulse more and more white slips out of Bruce’s hole.
"God Bruce, you look…" Clark can't find the words to describe what he’s seeing.
Bruce reaches back lazily with a hand, grasping at his behind. "Is it bad?" he asks, touching and pulling one cheek away from another, putting his full hole on display for Clark as it throbs wetly.
"No, fuck, you look divine," Clark murmurs as he drops to his knees, hands coming up to grope Bruce's supple glutes. Curious, he pulls them apart again, stunned at how Bruce’s hole stretches with the movement.
"Can I –," Clark leans down to sniff at Bruce's swollen labias. "Fuck, I could come from your smell." He presses an open mouthed kiss to Bruce's cunt, nose tucked against Bruce's asshole as his lower lip presses against his erect clit.
A whine escapes Bruce as he tries to shift forward, away from the hot oversensitivity. "Clark, I don't know if I can go again."
"You can," Clark says as he licks the junction between Bruce's thighs and his cunt. It's warm and sweaty, overwhelming Clark's senses with the unmistakable smell and taste of his semen mixed with Bruce's own cum and squirt.
"I just need to taste you, okay?" He presses a hot kiss to the twitching pussy in front of him. Like he would to Bruce's mouth, Clark softly, but persistently, sucks and licks into the man's vulva. Groaning, he runs his tongue along Bruce's heavy inner lips, sucking them into his mouth and gasping as they slip along his teeth when he dips his tongue into Bruce's leaking hole.
"Are you, fuck, are you making out with my fucking pussy?" Bruce moans, finally pressing back to meet Clark's affections more enthusiastically.
In a haze, Clark only hums while continuing his ministrations. He finds himself sucking and savoring every miniscule part of the enrapturing sight before him, trying to commit the memory of Bruce's jerking legs and uncontrolled gasping to his brain.
As his fucks his face deeper into Bruce's pussy, using his tongue to bury himself into the warm flesh, he uses his hands on Bruce’s thighs to pull him closer, further into Clark’s mouth. Each breath he takes in is Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, making his abused cock twitch between his legs.
"Clark, baby, I'm gonna come if you don't stop, please, just – ah!" Bruce squirms uncontrollably as he begins to lose the little remaining control he has over his muscles. Clark knows it's coming any minute, and he needs to feel as Bruce lets go.
There's something, slick or come, in Clark's eyes, but he could care less as the noises from Bruce get more and more high pitched.
Clark's elbows and knees squeak across the hardwood floor as he pushes his face further into Bruce's delicious pussy, both of them jerking across the floor with the sudden movement.
Bruce's hole tightens around his tongue in a way that Clark's cock is intimately familiar with. Without thinking, Clark rips his tongue out of Bruce's pussy to move his open mouth down to Bruce's clit, ready to receive what Bruce will give him. Heady off of the scent of Bruce's overworked pussy, Clark instinctively presses his nose into Bruce's open hole, and moans against his clit as the warm flesh sucks him in.
"Clark, I –," Bruce lets out a loud gasp as he finally comes on Clark's face, squirt flooding Clark’s open mouth as he keeps eagerly licking at his rapidly twitching clit with ravaging, imprecise strokes.
His vision goes even more cloudy as come floods out of Bruce's pussy and onto his face, blinding him when it spreads into his eyes.
"Mmhmph," Clark thrashes forward once more into Bruce's wet embrace as he comes untouched, splashing his heavy load across the floor.
Desperate to remember this moment, this scent, Clark holds his position for a minute longer before slowly backing out just enough to tongue around the wet folds and lick up any of the remaining come.
Bruce is barely able to hold the position he's in, with Clark's hands doing most of the work as he grips tightly onto his lover's hips.
"You're an animal," Bruce gasps out as he slowly turns to look back, too tired to do anything but drag his head along the floor as he watches Clark clean up his mess.
Clark takes a deep breath before sitting back on his haunches and wiping the come from his eyes. "You looked so good baby, I'm sorry."
Bruce chuckles softly. "I think the person you're gonna have to apologize to is Alfred after he cleans the floor."
"What?" Clark looks down to see his come has mixed with all of Bruce's squirt and cum that he didn't manage to swallow before it dripped onto the floor. "Oh, shit."
"Yeah, oh shit." Bruce smiles hazily at him.
"No worries, I'll fix it." Clark grins before he lets go of Bruce's hips to press his hands to the floor, and then leans down to lick at the wetness spreading under them.
"Oh my God, you are sick."
Clark licks the last dredges of white off the floor, swallowing them only after savoring the taste. "Don't worry, next time, if I have a second, I'll try and put down a towel."
"Next time? I don't think I can come again in my life, Clark."
Clark reaches for Bruce, pulling him up until his back is resting against Clark's chest, and Clark’s half-hard cock is nestled loosely between Bruce’s slick inner lips. "Not even if I promise to fuck you over the shower bench nice and slow? I've been waiting for it all night." He presses wet kisses to Bruce's ear, slowly trailing down his neck.
Bruce doesn't reply. He doesn't need to, not when his pussy throbs undeniably on Clark's hardening cock. Clark knows exactly what Bruce needs, because even when he doesn't say anything, his body cannot lie.
Shakily standing them both up, Clark holds Bruce's body close to his chest with one arm, and anchors four fingers from his free hand up into Bruce's stretched hole.
They'll get to the bathroom eventually.