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They both stumbled down one of the halls towards Bruce's room, hands grabbing and mouths kissing, biting, sucking whatever they could on one another, trying to make up for almost a decade's worth of longing in the manner of a few seconds. The sound of the party was a distant thing now that they were on the "living" side of the Manor. Guests weren't allowed past the front hall where the grand staircase was so there was little risk of being caught by anyone. Or at least no one should be in this wing. Paranoia snuck in as usual, breaking Bruce out of a moment of thoughtless pleasure while Clark sucked and nipped at the side of his neck. Sighing, Bruce pushed off of Clark's incredible pecs to go - my God how have I gone this long without them - and make sure no one was lurking around the corner near his bedroom.
Clark looked at Bruce back with lust dazed eyes. Now that he had the thing he had wanted most he had no intention of letting go, literally and figuratively. He instinctively reached out, using a little super speed to make sure he got want he wanted, and grabbed Bruce, pulling him until they were flush against one another. Clark let out a quiet groan as Bruce's ass rubbed against his erection. He pressed them closer together, needing the friction.
"Clark," Bruce gasped as Clark pressed them together further, the squeeze of Clark's arms around him beginning to just reach the point of pain. Bruce let his head fall back against Clark's shoulder as his brain forgot what he had been doing, giving in fully to the feeling.
Clark returned to making marks on Bruce's neck again. "Don't," he said between kisses, "push," suck, "me," bite, "away." He added a bit of force to his bite, opening his eyes a bit to see the possessive mark he had left. Mine, mine, mine, screamed the most primal parts of his brain.
Bruce panted, the sting of the bite heading straight to his cock. "Clark I just wanted," he gasped again at another nip, "to check…"
Clark paused and smiled slightly. Of course his Bat wouldn't just give himself over to the moment. "There's no one near us Bruce. I already checked. We're alone," he said, before mouthing at the stretch of skin on the back of Bruce's neck above his collar.
Bruce closed his eyes as Clark's hands traveled down his front, moving from his chest, to his abdomen, pressing and squeezing as they went. "The kids," he began again, halfheartedly. He wanted to believe Clark, to not have another moment interrupted.
"No one is here," Clark growled against Bruce's ear. He wanted more, he needed them to be closer, he wanted, he wanted. He pushed Bruce against the nearby wall, groping at Bruce's sides, ass, thighs, avoiding the place he wanted to touch the most. I want to make this last.
Bruce whined, the friction of being crowded into the wall gave his hardened cock the pressure it needed. He pressed further into it, not caring that it was most likely unbecoming to seemingly hump the wall. He needed more.
"Oh Rao, Bruce," Clark whispered as he saw the other man lean further into the wall to give himself pleasure. He was pretty sure his cock hardened even more. But, he wanted to be the one make Bruce feel good, to make sure his lover was taken care of. He spun Bruce around and met dilated eyes, clouded with desire. He was sure his face mirrored the same.
Bruce was already turned on, but the panting, disheveled, barely-controlled Clark Kent in front of him had his cock straining against the fabric of his pants even more. I want. Bruce reached out to Clark, already missing the weight and ever-present heat that came with the Kryptonian's body. "Too far away," he murmured before crashing their lips together again.
It was messy. Teeth clacked against one another, trying to bite and pull whatever they could. Tongues explored each other's mouths. It was exactly what they needed it to be.
Clark palmed at Bruce's arousal as he kissed his way up the side of Bruce's neck again, Bruce pulling and tugging at his hair to bring him even closer. Bruce was letting out these quiet, deep groans that were driving him absolutely wild. He wanted to know what other sounds he could get Bruce to make.
Clark dropped to his knees in front of Bruce, already trying to undo the belt before he had even reached the ground. Bruce grabbed at Clark's hands, stilling them. "Clark," he said, his voice coming out low and gruff, "You don't have to-"
"If I don't get your cock in my mouth soon I think I might actually die," Clark said, mouth watering at the thought of licking Bruce's precum. He tugged at the belt some more, getting nowhere. "How the hell does this thing work? Can I just rip it apart?"
"It's just a belt, Clark, and do not tear it," Bruce said, his expression slipping back into cool authoritativeness, "I actually like this one." He undid the buckle and smoothly pulled it off, dropping it to the ground with a quiet thud. Bruce stood there, back against the wall, taking in the scene before him. It was like one of his deepest desires had come to fruition. The Kryptonian on his knees waiting for permission to suck him off. I must have done something good in a past life to get this lucky. "Well?" Bruce prompted as Clark just continued to stare at him, breaths that he didn't necessarily need quickening as he worked himself up. "Are you just going to look or-"
That was all the further permission Clark needed. He quickly opened Bruce's fly, the inner button popping off accidentally. "Sorry," Clark mumbled, feeling only slightly bad that he may have used more force than necessary. But all those thoughts were quickly forgotten when he found himself face to face with Bruce's cock. Rao, it's beautiful. His mouth watered again as he eyed the thick, twitching member. The head was the same dusky rose as Bruce's kiss-bitten lips. There was a vein that ran up the underside that just begged for Clark's tongue to be on it. Clark leaned forward, but stopped right before his lips touched the head. He brought his gaze up to meet Bruce's again. "Can I?" he asked.
Bruce swallowed hard. The cool air mixing with the warm exhales coming from Clark were making his dick leak precum obscenely. Clark exhaled again, warmth enveloping the head of his cock, the sensation causing him to slam his head back against the wall. He was so used to being the one in control, but now he felt he was anything but. Bruce was entirely at he whim of Clark Kent, completely exposed, and would do just about anything to get Clark to give him what he wanted. "If you don't," he took a deep breath and continued, "I think I'll be the one who dies."
Clark shivered as pleasure flooded through his veins at the words. The wrecked look Bruce was giving him told him all he needed to know. He had his Bat exactly where he wanted and he was going to get what he had denied himself for too long.
He licked up the center vein to the head, flicking his tongue over the slit. He repeated it several times, mouthing the shaft and relishing the taste of his lover's cock. The musky smell and salty taste made him feel drunk. He brought Bruce's cock into his mouth, taking him in deeper and opening the back of his throat so Bruce could feel him swallow. He began to bob his head slowly, making sure Bruce could feel the drag of his lips tight around his length as he sucked.
Bruce's hand involuntarily made it's way to Clark's head, tangling in the black, wavy hair. He leaned his head back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he focused on not cumming embarrassingly fast into Clark's mouth when they had just started. The wet, intense heat of Clark's mouth moving up and down had him tugging at Clark's hair, pulling as he tried to quiet the sounds his body was making. Heat began to build lower in his body as Clark continued relentlessly.
All thoughts left Clark's head as he continued to move up and down Bruce's shaft, drawing stuttered breaths from the man against the wall. Just as he felt Bruce move his hips slightly forward into his mouth, he brought his hands up to Bruce's hips and stopped them, holding them still against the wall. He sat with the full weight of Bruce's cock on his tongue and relished the heat he felt coming from it. Clark's mouth began to water, saliva mixed with precum slipped down his chin. Clark's eyes fluttered shut as he groaned at the sensation of his mouth feeling full, of him feeling full with Bruce's cock.
Bruce felt Clark's groan start at the head of his cock and work its way to the base. He let out a sharp gasp as Clark began to swallow him in more, mouth working its way until Bruce was fully sheathed. Bruce's breaths came out fast as his knees trembled, thankful that he was pressed against the wall again. The feeling of being sucked while being held still so he couldn't do anything about it had him cumming down Clark's throat so fast he didn't even know what was happening.
Clark felt rope after rope of hot cum hit the back of his throat, but he didn't swallow, not yet. He let it fill his mouth as he looked up and met Bruce's eyes. They were wild as the followed a trail of cum that leaked out of the corner of Clark's mouth. Perfect. "Oh fuck," Clark heard Bruce whisper raggedly as he licked at and swallowed the mouthful of cum, pulling off Bruce's cock with a wet pop.
Clark sat there on his knees and looked up at Bruce, taking in how undone he was. Bruce's breathing could only be described as erratic, his heartbeat was struggling to resume its usual steady pace. The hand that was in Clark's hair still held it tight in its grip, but it was gradually slackening. Clark couldn't help the smirk that began to tug at the corner of his mouth. He felt smug as he continued to look at Bruce. He had done this. He was the reason Bruce felt so good. He was the reason for the flush on Bruce's face. He was the reason Bruce's cock was still twitching in front of him.
The smirk that continued to grow into an all out grin had Bruce resisting the urge to roll his eyes. He had cum a little too quickly for his liking but Clark had taken it like a champ, so he tried his best to not be too annoyed. Plus, Bruce's quick release had Clark puffing out his chest with pride, preening like a bird on his knees. But he's still too far away. He tugged at Clark's hair indicating that it was time for the other man to stand up. He brought Clark's mouth to his own and kissed him, ignoring how his softening cock was still out, licking deep inside, tasting himself in Clark's mouth. It made him dizzy.
They stayed like that for a time, making out against the wall in the hallway, hands roaming. They were completely content like this for the most part, just touching and feeling one another. Exploring the places they'd always wanted to touch on the other. Breathing in the same air.
Bruce wasn't sure how long they'd been at it but he knew they needed to get out of the hall. He didn't want to risk anyone seeing them, seeing him, like this. He had a reputation to uphold. Clark's cock was digging into his upper hip as they pressed closer together. The tiny whimpers coming from the Kryptonian as Bruce palmed him had Bruce's cock half hardening again. Jesus, Clark was going to be the death of him.
"Clark," Bruce said, pushing against Clark's chest again, "we should really take this to the bedroom."
Clark resisted at first, not wanting to be more than an inch away from Bruce, but gave a grunt in agreement. He let himself be led to the door nearest them, the one he knew belonged to Bruce's bedroom. The pair quickly slipped inside and locked the door behind them. The curtains were drawn open, letting the light of the moon in, casting shadows and patterns on the plush carpet. Clark quickly looked at the ground, suddenly feeling awkward. It wasn't as if this was a new space, he had been in Bruce's bedroom before, but not like this. All sense had left his head as he had been consumed by the need to taste Bruce's cock and he hadn't thought this far ahead. Now here they were, alone with a giant bed just to the left of them. His own cock strained against his trousers uncomfortably, reminding him that it too needed to be taken care of. But how do I ask…?
Bruce silently watched the awkwardness make its way back to Clark, the confidence of the hallway disappearing into something Bruce recognized. As cute as Clark was when he was shy, and as much as Bruce wanted to tease him about it, he had only one thing in mind. He wanted Clark to fuck him. He wanted to be split open by that Kryptonian dick he'd been dreaming about for over a decade.
Bruce slid forward, reaching a hand up to cup Clark's face, a thumb resting on the small chin dimple. He pulled Clark's face down to their foreheads were pressing against one another. "Clark…Kal," Bruce whispered, confidence flowing through him as a shiver passed through Clark at the sound of his Kryptonian name, "I think you know what I want, don't you?"
Clark lifted his gaze to meet Bruce's, their eyelashes brushing against one another, and then back down again to Bruce's mouth. He wanted to kiss it so badly. "You want?" he asked intelligently as he leaned forward trying to capture Bruce's mouth.
Bruce leaned away, out of Clark's reach, and smirked. "Yes, I want. Very badly might I add," he teased. He leaned back in so their lips brushed one another as he spoke, "And I think you might want it too." He felt like a cat toying with its food.
The feather-like brush of Bruce's lips had Clark closing his eyes as he tried, desperately to make his brain understand what Bruce was saying. "What do you want, Bruce?" he asked, voice coming out shattered even though Bruce hadn't even touched him yet.
Bruce's allowed his smirk to turn into a grin as Clark fell apart in front of him. The control he had lost in the hallway had come back again, it was his to play with. He leaned forward, lips brushing Clark's cheek until they were at the other man's ear. "I want you to fuck me," he whispered.
"Oh Rao, yes," Clark whispered fervently, like the god themself had answered his prayer.
Clark grabbed Bruce and flew them over to the bed, wasting no more time. He got permission, he knew what Bruce wanted, and he wanted to fuck Bruce dumb. Bruce chuckled as Clark unceremoniously dropped him onto the mattress reaching up to cup the back of Clark's neck and drag him down for a kiss that started off sweet, but quickly turned filthy. Clark felt Bruce's tongue scrape the roof of his mouth, the feeling turning his body into jelly. He dragged Bruce on top of him so he didn't have to prop himself up while he gave himself over fully to Bruce's kisses.
Bruce felt Clark's erection digging into his stomach from his position on top of the man. Even though Clark, sadly, still had his pants on Bruce could tell it was big and warm and - I wonder if it will go this far up into me when he fucks me? The image of his lower belly distending with Clark's cock being thrust in and out of him was enough to make Bruce hard again. He needed Clark inside him, now.
Bruce broke of their kiss and leaned over to reach one of the side tables to grab the lube out of its drawer. Clark took full advantage of the situation and captured one of Bruce's nipples in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth. "Oh, fuck, Clark," Bruce hissed through gritted teeth momentarily forgetting why he was reaching towards the side of the bed in the first place.
Clark ignored him and continued what he was doing, rolling the little bud between his teeth, nipping and biting here and there. He pulled back slightly, saw the darkened color he had left on Bruce's chest and forcibly moved Bruce so that he could continue his ministrations on the other one. He scraped his teeth across Bruce's chest and up to his collar bone where he sank his teeth in again. Just as he thought he'd get a nice bite of the thick muscle where Bruce's neck met his shoulder Clark was suddenly pushed back against the bed, an arm on his shoulder to keep him there.
"Clark, focus. I said I wanted to you to fuck me not treat me like a chew toy," Bruce said.
Clark looked up at him with a dopey smile, "I can't help it. You're just so…biteable." Bruce raised an eyebrow in silent response. Clark leaned back into Bruce's space, pushing past any resistance Bruce gave. "Plus, you just taste so good it makes it hard to resist," he said and flipped them so he was on top again in between Bruce's legs. Clark placed a hand on Bruce's lower abdomen and lifted his right leg up, kissing the inner calf and working his way to the inner thigh. He wanted to show Bruce how much he loved him.
Bruce squirmed beneath Clark, flushed to the point where he felt so overheated he needed his clothes to be completely removed. He was trying desperately to take control of the situation again, but it was increasingly difficult to do so when a Kryptonian was gazing up at him worshipfully from between his legs. Clark's adoring expression had Bruce wanting to give in, to let himself be taken care of. But was that really something he wanted?
Clark leaned his head against the inner part of Bruce's right thigh. He could see the conflict on Bruce's face and smiled slightly. He knew Bruce was probably having some inner war with himself over whether or not be wanted to let go and stop being a control freak. "How do you want to do this, B?" he asked, giving a lifeline.
Bruce saw the question for what it was and his heart warmed even more. What did he do to deserve a love like this? He sighed, feeling exposed as the heat from before gave way to something more vulnerable. He knew what he wanted, he had said it out loud just moments ago, but now the words wouldn't come.
Clark turned his head and kissed Bruce's inner thigh. "Just tell me what to do first and I can take it from there."
Bruce pulled off his pants and reached for Clark, pulling him back up so they were face to face. He wanted to look in Clark's eyes when he said this, take bravery from the Kryptonian's openness. "Work me open," he whispered against pillow-soft lips, "then, once I'm ready, put your cock inside me."
Clark grinned as his heart soared at Bruce's open expression, eyes unguarded. "I think I can manage that," he said.
He brought their lips together in a crushing kiss that had them both panting when Clark pulled away. He reached up and grabbed the bottle that Bruce was still holding, popping the cap open. While putting some lube on his fingers, he repositioned his hand to be near Bruce's entrance. But just as he was about to rim the hole he stopped, looking at Bruce. He felt overwhelmed with emotion at the thought of him and Bruce together like this, after so long and after he thought his love was unrequited. He wasn't alone now and Bruce wasn't alone either, they had each other. "I love you," he said, low and hushed, trying to put all of what he was thinking and feeling into three words.
Bruce made eye contact at the words as they hit him like a punch to the heart. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to formulate a response, but for the second time that night he lost the words. He placed a hand on Clark's cheek, thumb rubbing over the cheekbone, and nodded. His heart was beating wildly and he hoped Clark knew what it meant. He kept nodding as Clark leaned into his palm. Clark understood. The kiss they shared was tender, passion running deep and heavy instead of insistent, there was no rush.
Clark dipped his head to kiss along Bruce's jawline, his finger circling the tight hole, making Bruce breathed in sharply at the contact. Clark slowly circled the nerve-packed area, taking his sweet time making Bruce's breathing erratic.
Bruce felt himself get rock hard while he squirmed against Clark's unfortunately still-clothed body, chasing what pleasure he could. The friction of cloth against the head of his cock was enough and yet lacking in every way. Clark pressed a little further into Bruce, not even a knuckle getting inside, yet it had Bruce arching his back as a jolt of pleasure ripped through him."Fuck, Clark, what are you waiting for?" he moaned, turning away from the open-mouth kisses.
Clark smiled against Bruce's neck and pulled his finger back to the edge, focusing on pressing and massaging the rim again. He felt Bruce's cock against his lower stomach and rolled his hips making it dig in further. Bruce let out a low moan again, it made Clark want to be merciful. He slowly eased into Bruce, knuckle by knuckle, until his entire finger was inside. Bruce stilled beneath him, breathing heavily until Clark started to move again. Breath turned into moans as Clark moved in and out, pressing and curling until Bruce gripped his upper arms stilling him. Oh Rao, did I hurt-
"Why the hell did you stop?" Bruce asked, hitting the back of his head beneath the mattress beneath him. Clark was getting so close, had found it and now he just- "Put another finger in," he demanded. To Bruce's relief Clark didn't hesitate, slowly adding the other finger he so desperately wanted. The sting, the pressure, the feeling of being stretched open by Clark- he wanted more.
Clark looked down at Bruce's flushed face, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted as he focused on breathing. Every so often a small moan would slip out when he curled his finger and hit Bruce's prostate. Clark scissored his fingers stretching Bruce open more, adding a bit more pressure every time. He knew they still had a little ways to go still until Bruce was ready. he was big and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt Bruce when he entered him.
Clark curled both this fingers inside once more, which made Bruce cry out. His cock was leaking onto his stomach, hard and neglected. At this rate he was going to cum completely untouched. Clark kept going in and out and in and out and Bruce was going to lose his mind. He reached down and stilled Clark's hand, causing the Kryptonian to give him a confused look. "Get inside me," Bruce insisted.
"But you're not-" Clark started.
"I don't care."
"But I'm-"
To shut him up, Bruce lifted his head and grabbed Clark's face drawing him down for a kiss. He bit Clark's lower lip, hard, and rolled it between his teeth. He was finding that the good thing about having a Kryptonian lover was that he could put as much force as he wanted behind his actions and not have to worry about the consequences. Bruce pulled back roughly and shoved Clark's face away from him. Clark looked down at him, lips swollen, hair mussed, eyes dazed. "Don't make me say it again," Bruce growled, fingers nimbly working open the buttons on Clark's shirt.
Clark quickly helped Bruce complete the task of unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it off the bed behind him. He moved back so he could stand at the foot of the bed to get his pants off. He stripped them off, sighing in relief that his cock was now free. He moved to get back on the bed when Bruce spoke up, "Wait." Clark paused, one knee on the mattress. "Take two steps back." Clark did as he was told.
Bruce propped himself up on his elbows and stared. He always knew Clark's body was a magnificent work of art underneath the suit - it left little to the imagination - but to see the real thing was something else. It required him to pause and truly take it in. Clark's skin was unblemished, no scars or signs of his superhero lifestyle. Bruce bit his lower lip when he looked at Clark's cock, big, veiny, and standing at attention. He couldn't wait to feel that inside of him. It twitched under Bruce's gaze. Clark's muscular arms fidgeted at his sides, giving away how nervous he was at Bruce's blatant perusal of body. He was surprised to see a small layer of fat covering Clark's lower belly, which had Bruce quietly losing his mind. He wondered what Clark would look like in a sexy farmer outfit, big, filling it out, sweaty from being under the sun all day. Christ, it was kind of hot. Something he could explore in the future. Because they had a future.
Clark watched Bruce look him up and down, eyes hungry. He brought his hands together in front of him out of habit and then forcibly made him let go and hang them by his side. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't used to this sort of attention. He felt himself redden and it made its way all the way down his body. When he was feeling really self-conscious, like how he was right now when Bruce was looking at him like he could eat Clark alive, his entire body blushed. The look made Clark's cock harder as it stood here. Bruce was looking at him and looking at him like something he craved. It lit his blood on fire. I wonder if I could come just from Bruce looking at me. Clark bet he could.
Bruce watched the blush travel down to Clark's cock as the other man tried desperately to not work himself up. He was tempted to let Clark stand there longer, see how much the Kryptonian could take before he started begging.
"Bruce,"Clark said, not yet pleading, "can you, uh, maybe, let me come back on the bed?"
"Why?" Bruce cocked his head to the side with a smirk.
Clark leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling. He wanted so badly to crawl back onto the bed and grab Bruce's ass and shove inside him. But he wouldn't, because that's not what Bruce told him he could do. So he would stand here, rock hard and waiting, until Bruce told him he could finally fuck him senseless.
Bruce let Clark stand there while he continued his perusal of Clark's body. He took his time, lovingly committing every dip and curve to memory, so that every time he closed his eyes he would see this moment again. He imagined all the future scenarios he could find Clark's cock inside of him. "But I guess I have to get to the first time, don't I?" he murmured to himself. Clark's body tensed up at the sound of his voice, taut as a wire.
"Bruce, please," Clark's voice came out higher than he would have liked but he was desperate at this point. He felt a tremble begin to build and shoved it down. He would wait.
Bruce kept his face neutral. Just a few moments more…
Clark swallowed hard, he knew what Bruce wanted. Rao, he didn't know this would turn him on so much but he longed to hear those words, to hear that voice tell him what to do. "Bruce," Clark pleaded.
"C'mere," Bruce said quietly.
Clark was over him in an instant, the tension from his body channeling into his bruising kisses. Clark bit and sucked at any bit of skin he could get his mouth on, as if he had been denied food and was starving. He reached back down and put his two lube-covered fingers back in Bruce, pumping them in and out and making sure it was stretched enough before leaning back to kneel on the bed. He tugged at Bruce, dragging him down and lifting Bruce's hips so his cock was in line with Bruce's entrance.
Bruce's brain had turned off at the kisses. He laid back, closing his eyes, letting Clark have his way with him. There was something thrilling about being manhandled by Clark, being completely without control and at the mercy of another's strength. His previous string of lovers had never been able to lift him like this, move him around without pause to whatever way they liked him best. To have that lack of control, God, Bruce couldn't wait to let Clark use him.
Clark pressed his head barely into Bruce's hole, just testing it to make sure he wouldn't hurt the other man. He let his head fall back again, eyes rolling back slightly. Rao, it felt so good on Clark's neglected cock to just feel the heat coming from Bruce. He moved his hips slowly forward, hands gripping Bruce's hips in a vice.
"Oh, God, yes," Bruce moaned out, eyes falling shut at the initial sting of the stretch around Clark's cock.
Clark's moan mirrored Bruce's. Bruce's ass was so tight and warm and it felt amazing and it was taking everything in Clark to not just snap his hips forward and bottom out. He eased in a little more, making sure to take his time so Bruce could adjust.
It felt like it was taking forever and Bruce was beginning to get impatient. He wanted to feel Clark all the way inside of him, he wanted to see if he could take it. He tried to move his hips up in Clark's grasp but found he couldn't. "Clark, you can go fast-" he was cut off by Clark suddenly bottoming out inside of him. The stretch was nothing like it was at the beginning when it was just the head of Clark's cock. Bruce groaned, in the back of his mind he imagined he could see Clark poking through his lower belly - Christ it felt like it was. He needed this.
"Ah, ah, I'm s-sorry, Bruce," Clark said between breaths. If he didn't focus now, he was just going to cum from Bruce being squeezed tight around him, no other movement needed. He took a few more breaths and said, "I'm going to keep moving, okay?"
Bruce nodded silently, body still adjusting to Clark's thickness.
Clark moved out of Bruce slowly, cock dragging against his inner walls before slamming back in. Bruce cried out at the shock of pleasure that ripped through him. Clark started a relentless pace, holding Bruce's hips up as he slammed in and out of him.
"Oh Rao, Bruce, you feel so good," Clark moaned. He loved the sound of his upper thighs slapping against Bruce's ass.
The pleasure was good, but it wasn't enough. "Faster," Bruce whispered, knowing Clark would hear him.
Clark lifted Bruce's legs up so they rested on his shoulders. He adjusted his grip on Bruce's hips so they were at more of an angle and started up his pace again. Clark was pretty sure he'd never felt this good in his entire life. The way Bruce was squeezing him, he was pretty sure Bruce's ass was going to milk him dry. Rao, yes take it all Bruce. He moved one of his hands so it pushed down on Bruce's lower belly. If he focused enough, he could feel himself through the layers of muscle and flesh. "Do you feel me there, Bruce? Do you feel me inside you?"
The new angle had Clark's head hitting Bruce's prostate. Normally he would be embarrassed by the sounds that were coming out him, but now he couldn't care less. At Clark's words Bruce felt the heat building, his cock leaked as it bounced against his stomach. He gripped the sheets on either side of his body to keep a grip on reality. Clark sped up and Bruce felt the heat tighten more, reaching towards the peak. Clark didn't break a sweat, maintaining the steady rhythm. Bruce's walls fluttered around Clark's cock. It was right there, he was so close to coming, it was so close- pleasure tore through him abruptly. Ropes of cum spurted across his stomach as he came, his cock stiff and throbbing. Bruce felt like he couldn't catch is breath, Clark wasn't slowing.
Clark watched Bruce come on himself, his mouth watering as he remembered the taste of Bruce's cum coat his tongue. Bruce's walls clenched around his cock, wanting to hold him there, but he wasn't done yet. He tightened his grips on Bruce's hips and spun the man around, so his back and ass were facing Clark. He placed a hand in-between Bruce's shoulder blades and pressed down, holding Bruce's chest against the bed. He drew his hips back, Bruce's hole reluctantly letting Clark's cock go. He leaned down so he was right next to Bruce's ear and whispered, "I'm going to cum inside you so much that you will be filled with it." He heard Bruce's gasp at the words. "There will be so much cum inside of you that if this universe's biology was different I would get you pregnant." He didn't know where the words came from, but at the thought of Bruce's asshole dripping with Clark's cum, cum filling Bruce's belly, Rao, he wished he could get Bruce pregnant.
Bruce moaned as he barely registered Clark's words, unable to form a response himself. His brain was blissfully blank. He would gladly let himself be fucked dumb by Clark Kent any day. He hoped Clark would fill him up, that he would be full of Clark tonight and to the day after.
Clark kept his hand between Bruce's shoulders, lined his cock back up with Bruce's ass, and slid back in. Bruce's warm walls enveloped him again, squeezing. The low heat that had been sitting in Clark since the hallway began to get hotter. He began up a relentless pace again, lifting Bruce slightly with his other free hand for a better angle.
Bruce felt his cock brush against the sheets on the bed, overstimulating his half-hard cock. With every thrust in, he pressed further into the bed. The electricity that went through him had him gasping every time. His cock hardened further at the friction and he let out a half-sob.
Clark heard the sound and quickened his pace. He wanted Bruce to come again and again and again. The heat became suddenly too much, the sound of Bruce's pleasure, the heat of Bruce's hole. He thrust forward one more time and Clark came, hard. He felt his cum fill up Bruce's ass as he slowed down his pace, gently stroking in and out.
At the feeling of cum hit hot inside of him, Bruce felt himself come again, barely anything coming out from the tip. He trembled as he came, dry. Clark had fucked him dry. He fully let out a sob as Clark continued to move in and out of him. He wasn't sure if he could take anymore.
Clark slowed to a stop and eased out Bruce, dick still unfortunately hard and ready for another round. But Clark heard the sound Bruce made and thought it better that they both take a break. Now it was time for him to take care of his love. He lifted a limp Bruce up and placed him gently on the other side of the bed on his back, away from the mess. He got up, walked to the adjoining bathroom and grabbed a few towels. He padded back over to where Bruce was still boneless on the bed and began to clean him up, lifting and wiping as gently as he could.
Bruce let out a quiet whimper as Clark wiped his still oversensitive cock. "Just leave it," he grumbled, voice coming out like an uncharacteristic whine. "We can take care of it later."
Clark chuckled and moved to stand again, but Bruce's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "Come to bed, Clark." Clark couldn't deny Bruce any requests. He tossed the used towels into the hamper he saw across the room and crawled into bed next to Bruce. He laid on his side, one arm underneath Bruce's head and the other holding his waist.
Bruce settled into the warmth, ready to just pass out, but he felt something still poking into his side. He sleepily opened one eye and turned his head to look at Clark. "Are you still hard?" he asked incredulously.
Clark knew he had a guilty look on his face as he looked down, anywhere but Bruce's eyes. "Ah, um, Kryptonian's have a really short refractory period. But don't worry, it'll go away soon!" he rushed to reassure Bruce.
"How did I not know that?" Bruce mumbled, mostly to himself. He had studied and logged so much scientific information about Krypton and Kryptonians for so many years now, he was surprised he missed this. "My God, it's going to be the death of me," he said as they thought about how Clark could have had them going another round.
Clark grinned and leaned in to kiss Bruce, tenderly and languid. After all, they had all the time in the world now.
The fact that this was their first time, but it wouldn't be the last, was a gift both would cherish.