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When the hotel had told Bruce that they had upgraded the room this was not what he was expecting and as he stares at the bed he tries to ignore the bright red Clark that stands next to him. Looking at Clark will not help him figure out a solution to the problem at hand.

Bruce and Clark had been nominated by the Justice League to travel to a city far from their normal spots to check up on a hint they had gotten from some other heroes. Bruce had not wanted to leave Gotham but the others said he and Clark have the best secret identities, ones that meant they wouldn’t be recognized as Batman and Superman. Bruce argued that his secret identity was actually quite famous and this would not work so they all came together to say that Bruce should pretend to be doing something for the Daily Planet with Clark. Which then meant that Bruce had to actually set it up so that he could let Clark do an interview and publish about him in the newspaper, not wanting to risk this plan failing. He didn’t care if it made him look egotistical because it means he’s only ever allowed his own newspaper to write about him.

So all of that led to here. The hotel had called Bruce a few days before he left to tell him they had upgraded his room and he thought nothing of it. He stayed at the hotel chain plenty of times, he figured they were just doing it to show their gratitude. In hindsight, maybe he should have questioned it and questioned what room they were actually moving him and his guest into. But his suspicion didn’t start until it was too late. 

When they reached the hotel they gave him two keys and told him to go to one of the higher floors. That is what started to set off alarm bells in his head, usually the higher floors contain the bigger rooms that are used for things like honeymoon suites or just rooms that are in general used more for couples that want privacy. Bruce didn’t say anything but the further up in the elevator they went, the more he started to worry about the room. 

He had got them a two bed room, he was going to go for two rooms but Clark had assured him that it wasn’t necessary for them to have two different rooms and it would be a waste of money. Maybe he shouldn’t have listened to Clark, then this wouldn’t’ve happened. The second they got to the floor their room was on Bruce knew that they had actually switched the room to the type of room he thought they did. 

Clark had been the one to open the door and the first to walk in and see the bed, when he saw it Bruce had watched him grow red in the face within seconds. “Uhm… Bruce?”

That is what led to here. Bruce stares at the heart made out of rose petals with his arms crossed, his eyes moving over to look at the candles that rest on the bedside tables and the champagne that rests in a bucket of ice. Clark seems to just be so shocked that he can’t form any words, mouth slightly parted and face still red hot. Maybe Bruce should tell them he wants his old room back, that there has been some misunderstanding here and he does not want this romantically set hotel room. Then again, that could cause some problems and if they don’t have the room anymore, which they probably won’t since this hotel is so popular, then it will lead to the hotel trying to suck up to him the whole time he’s here and he doesn’t want to deal with that. So now, he just tries to figure out how they can make this work.

“Is there… a reason you booked us this room Bruce?” Clark asks, clearing his throat a bit.

Bruce whips his head around to look at Clark, the red face Clark had before now making sense. His own face heats up a bit and he shakes his head. “I didn’t book this room. They changed it. I booked one with two beds in it,” He quickly explains.

Clark looks at him like he doesn’t quite believe him. “They bumped us up to… this?”

“Yes.” Clark continues to look at him before his eyes move back to the bed. Bruce looks back at it too. They’ll have to make this work. “Well… It’s a big bed, king sized I would guess. I’m sure we can share it.”

This makes Clark look at him again. “If you want to share a bed with me, you really can just tell me Bruce.”

Bruce’s heart jumps a bit at his words. “What? I’m just making the best out of the situation,” He quickly states. “If it’s really a problem I can go have them change our room back.”

“No no, that won’t be necessary,” Clark assures, putting his bag down next to the dresser. 

He shakes his head, putting his own bag down and moving to sit at the dining table that rests near the little kitchenette the room has. Sure, he thinks Clark is handsome, who doesn’t? The Kryptonian man is charming and pure muscle and Bruce has found him pretty entertaining and interesting for a while. But if he wanted to get Clark into bed, he’d do it directly, not in such a roundabout way. 

Though, now that he thinks about it, seeing how red Clark got was pretty cute. It made him wonder if Clark has ever actually slept with someone before. He’s almost positive that Clark used to date Lois Lane, did the two ever have sex? Usually only virgins blush like that over the thought of sleeping in a bed with someone else. He will admit that he does find the thought interesting, not that he’d ever bring it up to Clark.

“Well, it’s late. Should we sleep now?” Clark asks, pulling Bruce from his thoughts.

Bruce glances at the clock on the nightstand, it’s early for him but he doesn’t have much to do in this city. There’s nothing for him to go fight as Batman, so he might as well turn in. “I suppose so. I’m going to shower first,” Bruce says, pushing himself up from the chair to go to his bag and grab some pajamas.

He leaves Clark in the room and moves to the bathroom, taking in the much bigger shower that this room has. Usually he doesn’t stay in small rooms so he was worried about the room he had ordered before but this upgrade might’ve been for the best. 

Bruce takes his time in the shower, hoping to relax himself enough that he’ll be able to go to sleep early. He knows that laying in bed for hours beside Clark will be awkward, especially since it would be rude of him to turn on anything that makes noise like the television while Clark is sleeping. It’d probably disrupt him more than normal people because of his super hearing. He has a hard enough time sleeping in Gotham after his patrols so he knows he’s at least going to be laying in bed awake for a while, he just hopes it’s not the whole night.

After he’s finished his shower he makes his way into the room, stopping in place when he sees Clark laying in the bed already. He’s got his Clark glasses off, giving way to his actual eyes instead of the distorted version Bruce can see through the glasses. It’s weird to see Clark without the glasses on like this. Usually when he’s not wearing the glasses he’s in his Superman get-up, with slicked back hair and his superhero costume on. So seeing him with his curly, messy, hair and in regular human clothes is almost weird. 

“What’s wrong?”

Bruce shakes his head, moving to tuck his dirty clothes into a separate pocket of his suitcase. “Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve seen you without the glasses without you being Superman,” He answers.

Clark smiles softly. “Oh really? Must be weird then. It’s like me seeing you in casual clothes.”

Bruce glances down at his pajamas, a basic pair of sleep pants and a white shirt. “Well you better enjoy it while you can then,” He jokes, turning to climb into his side of the bed.

As he lays down he swears he hears a soft ‘I will’ from the Kryptonian but when he looks over at him Clark already has his eyes closed. Bruce watches him for a moment before closing his own eyes. The shower did help him relax but he doesn’t feel tired at all so he has a feeling he’ll be laying here for a long time.

It only takes a few minutes for him to hear Clark fall asleep, hearing the way his breathing starts to deepen and feeling the way he actually relaxes into the bed completely. Bruce wants to be shocked about it but he can’t be, only someone that sleeps well would be able to be so optimistic all the time. He tries to ignore Clark and relax again but within minutes heat starts to come off of the Kryptonian. 

Bruce looks over at him but it doesn’t seem like a conscious thing from him and he wonders why Clark suddenly feels like a mini space heater. Could it be because Clark’s powers run off the sun? Whatever the reason, he can’t help but move closer to the heat, finding it comforting. Clark has made the bed nice and warm, it reminds him of when he was young and didn’t want to get out of his warm bed on a winter morning.

He scoots a little closer than he would if Clark was awake, letting himself relax into the bed. Clark’s not awake so it’s not like he’ll know, the sound of his shallow breathing fills the silent room and Bruce finds himself focusing on it. It provides a sense of comfort that he likes more than he thought he would. His eyes drift closed and as he lays in the warmth of the bed and listens to the other man breathing he finds himself actually growing tired. His eyelids feel heavy when he tries to blink them open, his body so relaxed that even his limbs feel heavy from how tired he is. It’s a bit worrying, he’s never fallen asleep this fast, but for once he just lets himself enjoy it, giving in to this once in a lifetime experience and letting it happen.

Bruce wakes slowly, the warmth of the bed almost pulling him back to sleep as he tries to blink awake. His body feels fuzzy and a soft noise of content falls from him as he nuzzles into the soft pillow he’s laying on. If the sun wasn’t shining through the curtains of the room already he would let himself fall back asleep, but he and Clark have to go out and keep up this fake story and take a look around the city to make sure nothing suspicious is going on. But he doesn’t find the thought of getting up overly horrible, for once he actually feels rested after sleeping.

“Comfortable?”

Clark’s voice makes him look up at the other in confusion. It takes a minute for his brain to actually catch up to what Clark is referring to, his mind lagging because of the first restful sleep he's had since he was a child. When it does he shoots back, putting distance between him and Clark, who he had actually been nuzzling into rather than his pillow. 

He’s not sure how the two ended up tangled together when the bed is so big, he knows he fell asleep close to the other man but not close enough for that. Bruce chooses to ignore the fact that his mind is telling him it really wasn’t all that bad, in fact it was nice. The warmth of Clark and softness of his chest was amazing, but he would never admit that and he certainly wouldn’t admit it to Clark himself. “Why were you just letting me cuddle into you? How long have you been awake?” Bruce asks quickly, watching as Clark sits up. 

“You seemed so at peace, it felt mean to move and risk waking you up. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that relaxed. And I’ve been awake for…” Clark turns to look at the clock on the wall. “A few hours.”

Bruce stares at him in silence for a few minutes, confused. He’s unsure why Clark would force himself to lay here for hours just for him, surely there were other things he would prefer to be doing. “That makes no logical sense. You should have woken me up.”

“Things don’t have to make logical sense, you could use the sleep B, I could tell.”

He huffs a bit. “I sleep just fine.”

“You do not. You’re up all night being Batman and then you have to be awake during most of the day to be Bruce. For once, you don’t have to worry about Batman. So I had no reason to wake you up. I’m glad you feel comfortable enough around me to sleep so soundly,” Clark says as he pushes himself out of bed to go to his bag. 

He stares at the Kryptonian quietly, ignoring the way his chest suddenly feels a bit tight and warm. Of course he knows that Clark cares for him, the man shows it often. But he just can’t understand it. Bruce isn’t used to people doing things for him just because of the niceness in their heart, it’s something he can’t really fathom. He’s someone that rubs people the wrong way more often than not without even meaning to and that makes people be stand-offish with him. However, Clark has never acted that way with him.

Clark has always been someone that openly likes Bruce. They’ve had little arguments and problems here and there but they’ve never gone beyond that and often they work it out before it can get serious. Clark is always nice to him and always goes out of his way to help him. It’s why Bruce feels so… confused about him.

Bruce knows what it feels like to be attracted to someone and he knows that he finds Clark very attractive. But beyond that the feelings confuse Bruce. He often feels himself looking for Clark in situations where he feels overwhelmed, wanting the other man to be the one that helps him. Clark is the one that Bruce always wants as his partner when he has to work with others. Clark is just the one that Bruce finds himself wanting to be with. He’s not sure why and it’s something he tries not to think too hard about. Thinking about it just means that he has to actually acknowledge that he has these feelings. That’s just not something he wants to do at this point in time, especially because they’re so confusing.

He moves off the bed to get a suit from his luggage. “Do you know the plan for today?”

“Of course. Once I’m dressed I’ll get the camera ready and we can head out,” Clark answers, moving to the bathroom to change.

Bruce nods, watching him walk away before getting himself ready for what he knows is going to be a long day.

Bruce was correct to think it would be a long day, the whole day they had to walk to different places to stage photoshoots with presidents of charities that Bruce is donating to and he had to let Clark interview each of them for a short time. It was a long day of him waiting around and not really doing much. When they got back to the hotel Bruce was quick to shower and change, dropping down onto the bed. He feels exhausted from all of the running around but it ensures that for the rest of the trip they’ll be able to focus on their Justice League duties.

He can hear Clark still in the shower and he sighs, climbing under the blankets on the bed and letting himself relax a bit. The bed isn’t nearly as comfortable as it would be if Clark was warming it and he finds himself craving the warmth that was radiating off of Clark last night. But Clark only seems to emit that heat when he’s sleeping, he didn’t feel it at all today while he was near him. Distantly, he wonders if pretending to be asleep would get Clark to go to sleep faster, letting him soak up that relaxing heat.

As the shower stops Bruce makes a split second decision, closing his eyes and starting to slow his breathing, giving Clark the illusion that he’s falling asleep. He knows the Kryptonian can hear his heart rate and breathing through the wall so if he starts to slowly work himself down to shallow breaths then it’ll make Clark think he fell asleep. He can’t lower his heart rate in the way he’d need to but if Clark thinks that he just fell asleep then his heart wouldn’t be slowing down yet, it’ll be a little while until then and if Clark falls asleep as fast as he did last night then it won’t be a problem.

It takes only a few minutes for Clark to come out and Bruce can tell that he’s floating, no footsteps give away where in the room he is, so he knows that Clark thinks he’s asleep. It doesn’t take long for Bruce to feel the blanket being lifted slightly and then a dip in the bed. He tries to let himself move slightly from it, not fighting any movements that would seem natural for someone that’s asleep. He can feel Clark settle onto the bed next to him and the covers are pulled back up to his shoulders when Clark covers himself up completely. 

Bruce expects to start feeling the heat radiating off the Kryptonian, to hear his breathing get a little shallow, but it doesn’t come. After a few minutes he almost peeks an eye open to look at the other but right before he can he feels a hand start to slide through his hair. He has to stop himself from tensing at the sudden touch, not wanting to give himself away. He’s very confused at why a hand is suddenly combing through his hair but as Clark continues to drag his fingers through his hair Bruce can’t help but melt into the bed, the touch relaxing him just like the heat off of Clark had.

“So cute,” Clark mumbles, so quiet that Bruce barely picks it up.

Bruce’s heart skips a beat at the sudden compliment and Clark’s hand stops moving. For a second Bruce is worried that Clark will figure out that he’s pretending to be asleep but he doesn’t dare move, just continuing his shallow breaths. After a few silent moments Clark goes back to what he was doing and Bruce resists the urge to let out a breath of relief. 

He’s unsure what Clark is doing or why he is suddenly calling him cute, but Bruce doesn’t want it to end. The compliment was obviously earnest, it was whispered between them and Bruce obviously wasn’t supposed to hear it. But he liked it. It’s not uncommon for him to be complimented, women, and even men, often throw themselves at him for one reason or another so he’s used to being sweet-talked. This is a first though. A sincere compliment that wasn’t meant for his ears, one that was supposed to just be Clark’s secret. 

The longer he thinks about it, the more his stomach flips. Does Clark think about him in the same way that Bruce thinks about him? Bruce thought he was pretty good at reading Clark, finding out what he was thinking without being told. Had he missed this whole part of him? Or did the other just hide it from him? Bruce didn’t think that Clark could hide anything from him.

Clark’s body is suddenly closer to his, the bed dipping enough to almost make him slide completely into the Kryptonian. “How long are you going to continue to pretend to be asleep, B?” Shock shoots through Bruce so quickly that he almost flinches. It’s silent, Clark’s hand leaving his hair, and for a second he thinks about continuing to pretend. But he thinks better of it, instead opening his eyes to look over at Clark. His head is held up by his hand as he lays on his side next to Bruce, a slight smirk on his face. “You know I can hear your heartbeat, right?”

“Yes…” Bruce mumbles.

“People that are asleep usually don’t have their heart skip a beat when they’re complimented,” Clark tells him, amusement clear in his voice and on his face as he chuckles.

“Most people usually don’t play with their friends' hair while they’re asleep,” Bruce states, glancing away out of embarrassment. 

“Well you seemed to enjoy it, you melted into the bed like a cat,” Clark hums. “Are you sure you didn’t upgrade this room just to share a bed with me?”

Bruce looks back at Clark, eyeing his face for a moment. He’s met with only amusement and a little bit of curiosity. The Kryptonian isn’t mad that Bruce pretended to be asleep and he hasn’t taken back the compliment that he gave either. So, without really thinking, Bruce replies. “What if I did? Would you have a problem with that… Kal?” He asks, a teasing lilt to his voice.

Clark’s eyes widen just a fraction at his words. It’s the first time Bruce has ever called him that, but it seems that Clark liked it, his face developing a pink tinge. It’s silent but Bruce refuses to speak, waiting for Clark to say something, anything, in reply to his words. Clark parts his lips and he moves his gaze to look at them, silently waiting. “No…” Clark finally answers. “I just wish you would have told me sooner.”

It’s Bruce’s turn to be shocked, his own eyes widening at the confession. He quickly schools his expression, raising an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?” He asks, pushing himself up so that he can look down at Clark.

“Yeah.”

Tension hangs in the air between them as Bruce stares down at Clark. This is not what Bruce expected to come out of tonight, he figured Clark would just go to sleep and that would be that, but here he is. After another minute Bruce decides it’s time to figure out if his earlier thought was true, time to see if Clark really is just a blushing virgin.

Bruce presses on Clark’s shoulder, pushing him to lay flat on his back so that Bruce can crawl into his lap. The entire time he watches Clark but the Kryptonian doesn’t move to stop him at all, in fact as soon as Bruce is settled on his lap Clark’s hands are instantly on his hips. His hands are warm, and big, instantly squeezing at him. “What if I had told you sooner? What would you have done?”

He can see Clark swallow, watching the way his Adam's apple bobs. “I would have made a move a lot sooner,” Clark answers. “Especially since you seem to share my feelings.”

That interests Bruce. “Yeah?” He asks, leaning down closer to Clark’s face.

Clark’s hands slide down from his hips to his upper thighs, squeezing tightly. “Yes,” He answers, his face growing even redder at the close proximity.

Bruce hums softly at the answer, bringing his hands up to press against Clark’s chest. He’s met with the feel of muscle all over and he can’t help but drag his hands along Clark’s chest, feeling at his abs and pecs. The Kryptonian seems to lean into his hands and Bruce lets out a soft huff of amusement.

“Can I…” Clark starts, trailing off as he glances away. 

“Can you what? Use your words,” Bruce tells him, his hands moving to Clark’s middle, just to help keep himself steady as he leans in just a few inches more.

“Kiss you?” Clark finishes. Bruce raises an eyebrow, waiting for Clark to put the two thoughts together. Luckily, the other seems to catch on quickly. “Can I kiss you? Please?” He asks, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Bruce pretends to think about it, dragging out the seconds as Clark’s grip gets ever so slightly tighter. “Go ahead,” He finally answers.

Clark is on him faster than he can react, the Kryptonian sitting up so quickly that Bruce almost falls back. Clark catches him, wrapping his hands around his waist as he pulls Bruce in for a kiss. The kiss is breathtaking, it makes Bruce feel like he’s gotten the wind knocked out of him. But he pushes forward, pressing their fronts together as much as he can as he grabs Clark’s t-shirt. 

It puts a bit of a damper on his previous thought. Clark kisses him like he’s kissed before, even if the desperation in it makes him feel like it’s the first kiss that Clark has ever had. A bite at his lip makes him gasp, pulling back to look at the other. “There,” He says, his voice giving away how breathless he feels. “You got your kiss.”

Clark looks at him with parted lips, they aren’t red and swollen like Bruce’s are, but the look on his face and his gaze gives away just how wrecked the Kryptonian is feeling from the kiss. He looks at Bruce with such a desperate look that he almost feels bad for pulling away. Almost . His hair is a bit disheveled, something that’s not even common when Clark is being Clark Kent. Where he is sitting in Clark’s lap also gives him the chance to feel the way the other man grows hard over just the kiss. It’s truly interesting to see him like this. Bruce can’t deny that his cock twitches to life at the look of him. “But…”

“Hm? Did you want more?”

Clark nods slowly, silent before he starts to talk again. “Yes. Please. I’ll take good care of you, I promise. I’ll make you feel good and I’ll do what you tell me and I won’t do anything you don’t want. Please? Pleaseplease-” 

Bruce cuts him off with a look, silencing the needy, rambling, pleads. “I’m not sure… Can you handle it?” He asks, leaning impossibly closer.

“Yes!” Clark is quick to assure. “I can, I promise.”

“Hm…” Bruce hums, eyeing the Kryptonian. “Alright.” They’re flipped in record time, Bruce’s head hitting the pillows before he can blink. Clark leans over him, the famous Superman curl falls over his forehead and Bruce brings a hand up to tuck it away, smiling at the way Clark leans into the touch. “So you’re going to do what I tell you?”

Clark nods quickly. “I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you tell me to do.”

“Then strip. I want to see what you’re working with.”

The Kryptonian moves as if to do as told before freezing. “Now?”

Bruce raises an eyebrow. “When else?”

Clark chews on his lip for a second. “I just… Usually when I…” He starts multiple times before trailing off. “When I’m with other people… I usually don’t take my pants off?”

He moves up to rest on his elbows. “So you’ve never had sex?” Clark shakes his head in reply. This gives Bruce an answer to his earlier question but now he’s curious as to why that is. “Why don’t you take your pants off?”

“Well… Kryptonians kind of have different… parts down there. People don’t normally know that I’m Superman so I can’t exactly take my pants off and expose myself as an alien,” The Kryptonian explains.

This immediately makes Bruce curious. He didn’t know this. Clark may be an alien but he seems so human, more human than a lot of people born on this Earth, that sometimes Bruce really does forget that Clark is an alien from a far off planet. The only thing that really gives away the fact that he’s an alien is his bright eyes, they’re so blue that his Clark Kent glasses help dial them down to fit in better. Bruce has also noticed that Clark’s ears are just a little more pointed than normal human ears are, it’s such a miniscule fact that he doubts others have paid enough attention to actually notice it. This is completely new territory. And Bruce wants to know about it.

“Show me.”

Clark seems hesitant and Bruce sits up the rest of the way. He’s probably the first person that knows that he’s Superman, the first person that Clark can actually have sex with. It sends a possessive thrum through him. “I already know you’re Superman, I know about the fact that you’re from a different planet. Nothing you show me is going to scare me off. But if you don’t want to, we don’t have t-”

“I want to!”

Bruce smirks softly. “Then show me.”

Clark is only hesitant for another minute before he climbs off the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. His eyes instantly move over the Kryptonian’s torso, taking in the way Clark looks. He could surely pass as an ancient Greek statue with the way his body looks perfectly sculpted. No scars or blemishes show on the muscular body in front of him. Bruce subconsciously licks his lip, following Clark’s hands with his gaze as the other moves to finally take his pants off.

When Clark’s pants and boxes finally hit the floor Bruce’s eyes widen. He’s not sure what he was expecting, but it was certainly not this. It seems like Clark has a mound where his cock would be, a slit goes through the middle and from there Bruce can see Clark’s cock peeking out. He wonders if it’s usually inside, if it only comes out when he’s aroused, it would certainly explain why Bruce didn’t feel his cock until it was hard. 

Bruce pushes himself closer to the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch the head of the cock in front of him. He can only see a few inches right now but as soon as his fingers wrap around the head it slides further out. A whimper falls from Clark and Bruce’s eyes immediately dart up to look at the Kryptonian’s face. His face is as red as his Superman cape is, his eyes are squeezed shut so tightly that his nose is a little wrinkled and he’s pressing the back of his hand against his mouth. The sight has his own cock twitching and Bruce quickly looks back down at the cock in his hand.

It’s wet, but not in a normal way. It’s like he’s already been slicked up with lube, Bruce wraps his hand around Clark now that he’s slipped free and starts to softly stroke it. He watches closely, taking in the feel of the slick coating and noticing how thick Clark’s cock actually is. The head is a little smaller, but it very quickly grows in thickness as his hand moves down, his fingers barely meet around the base. 

Bruce is about to pull his hand away, figuring he got a good feel of this part of Clark, when more of him suddenly slides out of the slit. “Holy shit,” Bruce mutters before he can stop himself, admiring the length. This seems to get Clark to open his eyes and he gives Bruce a nervous look. “Is this… normal sized for your people?”

Clark tenses a bit, moving his hand from his mouth and looking down at where Bruce holds his cock. “Yes? Is it too small?”

The question takes Bruce completely off guard and he has to wonder if Clark has ever done anything with other men, because surely he knows humans don’t get this big. “Too small?” He scoffs. “Clark, if someone ever tells you that your cock is too small then they’re lying to you,” He states, giving Clark a soft squeeze.

Clark makes a soft choking sound at the squeeze, nodding his head slowly. “So… You don’t think it’s weird?”

Bruce looks up at the other. “No. It’s actually very interesting, you should let me study your anatomy a little more when we can go back to Gotham.”

He didn’t think Clark’s face could get any brighter but somehow it does, the flush spreading to his ears and down to his chest. “O-Oh. Yeah.”

Bruce chuckles softly, finally letting go of Clark’s cock and moving to lay back down on the bed. “Come on,” He calls softly, spreading his legs so that Clark can sit between them.

Clark is there in seconds, hands gripping his thighs as he looks Bruce over quickly. Really, it’s amusing. Bruce can’t wait to see how he reacts to everything that they’re going to be doing. Clark hasn’t fucked anyone ever, Bruce is going to make sure it’s enjoyable for him. “Can I undress you?” Clark asks, pulling him from his thoughts.

He nods. “Go ahead. Be careful with my clothes, any rips and you’ll be in trouble,” Bruce answers, giving the Kryptonian a soft glare.

Clark nods, carefully reaching out to unbutton the sleep shirt that he’s wearing. He swears he feels a slight tremble in Clark’s hands as he does it, either from desperation or from holding himself back so that he doesn’t just rip the buttons off the shirt. Bruce stays silent as he watches Clark, letting him do the work until it’s time for him to actually slip the shirt off of his arms. Clark throws it to the side quickly, letting it join the pile of clothes on the floor, before his fingers hook into the waistband of Bruce’s pants and boxers. They are also pulled off quickly, discarded to the side with the other articles of clothing. 

Hands are on him in an instant, dragging along his sides and rubbing at his hips. “Do you know how to stretch someone?” Bruce asks, moving to drag his own hands along Clark’s shoulders.

“Yes,” Clark answers, nodding enthusiastically.

“Good. But unless you brought lube, we don’t have any,” Bruce starts before glancing down at Clark’s cock. “But it seems like you make your own?”

Clark looks down too, blinking before looking at Bruce with an embarrassed face. “Oh, sort of? It is to help lube myself up but it’s actually more like precum,” Clark explains.

He looks at the Kryptonian with an amused look before looking back down at the slick cock. “You must be very excited then if you made that much. Are you that excited to fuck me, Kal?” Clark whimpers and Bruce can see how his cock twitches at the teasing question, which makes him smirk. “Yeah? You must be if you’re going to twitch at a question,” He chuckles. “But it only makes sense. You’ve never been inside anyone before and now you’re finally able to be. And it’s someone that can handle a bit of rough handling,” Bruce coos out.

Clark lets out a strained noise, something between a whine and groan and more slick drips from the opening around Clark’s cock and out of the tip, some even dripping onto the sheets between them. “I am. I’m so excited. Please Bruce?”

“You’re going to stretch me nice and good, right? You better use that mess you just made for lube,” He says, motioning to the slick mess between them with a jerk of his head.

Clark doesn’t have to be told twice, already moving to scoop up the mess he made on the bed and some from the actual slit. It’s truly interesting to watch as Clark slicks up his own fingers, a desperate look in his eyes as he does so. As he watches Clark he can’t help but think of a dog, one that’s being teased with food right in front of its face, those desperate puppy dog eyes that Clark does are sure to be a dangerous tool if he ever learns to utilize them.

A hand comes down to his thigh, pushing his legs open a bit more as Clark moves forward. Bruce just watches, letting the other man do it all since he said he knows what he is doing. Clark moves his slicked hand down between them and he stops himself from flinching away when the first finger starts to circle around his hole. Clark doesn’t tease, quickly starting to slide his finger into Bruce. The desperation is practically coming off of Clark in waves so he can’t be too shocked that there is no teasing, the Kryptonian is desperate and wants to move quickly.

Bruce doesn’t mind much either because he is also quite desperate, not that he’d admit that to Clark. He’s been ready for the main event since Clark took his pants off. The Kryptonian has to have the biggest cock that he has ever seen and he is more than ready to get fucked. But he also knows that if he’s not properly stretched there is a big chance of him getting hurt, and that wouldn’t do either of them any good. So he tries to relax into the bed to make this all easier for Clark. 

The finger quickly becomes two and Bruce lets out a soft noise that makes Clark’s head shoot up, looking at him with wide eyes. “Good?”

Bruce nods his head. “Yeah,” He breathes out, closing his eyes so he doesn’t have to see the look of delight in Clark’s eyes. “It’s good, keep going.”

Clark listens without another word, his fingers slowly starting to thrust in and out of him. He leans his head back into the pillows, trying to get used to the stretch. It’s been a while since he’s actually had sex with someone and no one he’s had sex with has ever been the size that Clark is. Bruce is a relatively big man himself, he’s tall and more muscular than regular people are which leaves him bigger than most other people he’s with. However, for the first time, he’s with someone that is bigger than him. Clark is taller than him and is a lot broader than he is, Clark doesn’t really have to worry about his alter ego being ‘too big’ since he grew up on a farm. This leaves Bruce with someone that is actually bigger than him, it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he’s going to enjoy it. It honestly is good that Clark is bigger, it makes his cock a bit more proportional and makes it so that his fingers are actually stretching him enough to get ready for it. 

As he gets looser he can feel Clark start to scissor his fingers and curl them, pressing in deeper as he does. The motions make it easy for Clark to hit his prostate and when he does Bruce lets out a moan, his back arching slightly. “Shit… Right there Kal.”

The fingers are immediately pressing into that spot, rubbing at his prostate enthusiastically and making him shiver. His thighs jerk, as if to close, but Clark’s hand turns into a death grip. It keeps him planted and Bruce knows he’s going to have a hand shaped bruise there when the Kryptonian finally decides to let go. 

Bruce opens his eyes so that he can look at Clark, taking in the desperate look in his eyes as he continues to thrust his fingers into him. His eyes trail down to look at Clark’s cock and the sight makes him groan. The Kryptonian is dripping onto the bed between them, his cock straining and resting back against his abdomen. It gives a pitiful twitch every once in a while and Bruce almost feels a little bad. 

“Finish stretching me,” Bruce tells him, ignoring how shaky his voice sounds. “I want you to fuck me, hurry up.”

Clark lets out a needy noise and quickly inserts another finger, stretching them out and getting Bruce accustomed to the stretch. “Bruce,” Clark says, voice almost a whine. 

The man hums, rolling his hips back against Clark’s fingers. “Poor boy,” Bruce coos teasingly, though it’s undermined by him letting out a moan at the fingers hitting his prostate again. Clark’s cock gives another twitch and he chuckles softly. “Okay… Okay,” He says.

He likely needs more stretching but he’s stretched enough that he doesn’t mind a little stretch. He’s ready for more and it’s obvious that Clark is too. The words make Clark perk up, his fingers sliding out of him. The sudden emptiness makes him squeeze around nothing, a soft keen falling from his lips. “You’re ready?” Clark asks, his hands moving up to rest on Bruce’s waist.

Bruce hums softly, not giving an answer as he reaches out and grabs the Kryptonian’s shoulders, using the grip to flip them. He hovers over Clark’s cock, reaching a hand down to stroke it and spread more of the slick around it. “You are going to be still,” Bruce states, looking up at Clark and giving him a stern look. “If you move then I’ll stop.”

An unhappy whimper comes from the Kryptonian, a look that makes him look like a kicked puppy appearing on his face. “But-”

Bruce quickly cuts him off. “No buts. You said you’d do what I tell you to do and I’m going to sit myself on your cock as slowly or as quickly as I want. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you take control.”

He gets a hesitant nod in reply to his words and Clark starts to practically knead his hips as he waits. Bruce wastes no more time, holding the Kryptonian cock up so he can very slowly start to slide himself down, not wanting to go too fast and hurt himself. He can immediately feel the way it twitches and he snorts softly to himself in amusement. After a few inches he stops, letting himself get used to the feeling. The thickness is unlike anything he’s experienced before and for once in his life he’s a little worried that he won’t actually be able to take all of this. Usually he’s confident in his abilities but at the moment he’s not. 

Clark’s grip on his hips becomes tight, nails digging into his skin, and he looks up at Clark. “Feel good?” He asks, trying not to sound as breathless as he feels. “You’re barely in me and I can already feel you twitching.”

“Yes, really good… You’re so tight,” Clark answers honestly, looking down at where they’re connected.

The words make Bruce’s own cock twitch. It’s amazing seeing the Kryptonian react to this, this is the first time he’s been inside someone and he doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself. Bruce wants to give him a good first time, he wants to take Clark completely so that he feels good. The thought has him moving again, trying to relax as much as he can and letting himself slide down more.

The further down he goes, the more it feels like air is being punched out of his lungs. Clark must be able to hear how hard his heartbeat is hammering against his ribs as he slides down. Bruce stops himself right as everything feels like too much, the stretch burns and it feels like Clark is in his throat. His hands form fists on Clark’s chest as he leans slightly forward, hoping to alleviate some of the burning, but when he looks down he can see that he’s dribbled a puddle of precum onto Clark’s abdomen. The sight makes his face turn bright red, embarrassment starting to roll through him.

He doesn’t get much time to think about it because when Clark sees the sight his hips jerk up, shoving more of his cock into Bruce. This really does punch the air out of Bruce, a whine taking all of his air as his back arches. The sudden jerk has him now halfway down Clark’s cock and when his brain is no longer fogged by the feeling of Clark suddenly thrusting into him he fixes the Kryptonian with a glare. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to, I just saw how much of a mess you made and it was a… an involuntary reaction,” Clark quickly explains desperately. 

Bruce huffs. “You know, I have to hear you complain about how bad of a dog Krypto is but you’re not much better, are you? You’re just as bad of a dog.”

The words seem to have their desired effect, Bruce can feel the way Clark’s cock twitches, precum dripping out of the Kryptonian and starting to wet Bruce’s thighs. “No! I’m not! I didn’t mean to, Bruce please,” Clark pleads, his hands tightening their grip on his hips.

Bruce hums softly, pretending to think over Clark’s words. “You’ll have to prove it to me. You have one more chance Pup, one wrong move and we’re done. And I mean it. I’ll stop completely, I’ll just get myself off and won’t help you at all.”

Clark whines, practically flinching at the scolding words. “I’ll be good.”

“Will you? I’m not sure I can trust your word.”

“I will! I really will, I promise.”

He lets out an indifferent hum, not really believing the Kryptonian. “We’ll have to see. I just can’t believe that Superman, the man that is supposed to be invulnerable and supposed to be able to handle himself can’t even wait his turn for something.”

Clark shakes his head at his words. “That’s not true,” He practically pouts. “I didn’t mean to do it, I’ll wait.”

Bruce doesn’t reply this time, instead taking a silent breath and starting to lower himself just a bit more. Even if he’s worried he can’t take it all, he’s going to try his damn hardest, especially if Clark is just going to roll over and show his belly like this. Bruce can’t lie and say that he doesn’t want to see how Clark reacts to actually fucking someone. He wants to watch as the Kryptonian loses himself in the feeling, watch as he actually cums in someone for the first time. Bruce wants to hear and see it all.

The burn returns after a few more inches and he has to stop, tipping his head forward to close his eyes and try to relax. He can feel the way Clark’s cock twitches inside him, how it reacts to every little thing he does. It’s endearing and it makes his own arousal burn brighter inside him. 

He opens his eyes to glance up at the other, taking in his red face, the way he’s panting over just being inside of Bruce, even the way his lips are parted and his eyes are squeezed shut. A soft moan falls from his lips at the sight, his nails digging into Clark’s chest as he tries to ground himself. 

Without really thinking he makes a decision, pulling himself halfway off Clark, which makes the other whine in confusion. He doesn’t pay it any mind though, taking a deep breath and holding it before pressing himself down onto Clark’s cock quickly. He pushes out the air in his lungs as he does, starting to softly pant when he finally gets all of the way down. A whiney moan falls from his lips and he surely would have broken skin with his grip if Clark wasn’t invulnerable. Clark lets out a matching moan, the grip on Bruce’s hips sliding down to hold his thighs so tight that it actually hurts but it just adds to the experience and makes Bruce’s cock twitch.

Bruce sits there for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath and trying to get used to how big Clark is. “Holy shit,” He sighs out, trying not to think about how full he feels.

Truly, it’s almost too much but it also feels so fucking good. He’s not sure anyone else will ever be able to compare to Clark. If he ever sleeps with anyone else it will never be good enough. Clark suddenly lets out a desperate sounding groan and Bruce looks up at him quickly, raising an eyebrow in question.

Clark is staring at his abdomen and when he follows the gaze his eyes widen, there is a bulge in his abdomen from the Kryptonian’s cock. He can’t help but reach down, pressing a hand to the bulge and marveling in the responding whimper he gets from Clark. “B,” Clark whines, his nails digging into Bruce’s skin.

Bruce’s breathing picks up, he feels breathless as he tries to get his brain to work. But it’s just too fogged for him to get any clear thoughts through, something that has also never happened before in this scenario. He looks up at Clark and swallows the saliva that has formed in his mouth. “Y-You did as you said you would,” Bruce states, voice shaky.

The words make Clark perk up, once again reminding the man of a dog. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Bruce hums. “So are you going to do what I tell you to do like a good dog?”

Clark bobs his head clumsily. “Whatever you tell me to do.”

“Then fuck me.”

Their positions are switched fast enough that it leaves Bruce a little dizzy, his hands falling to frame his head as Clark leans over him. He opens his mouth to say something to Clark but he doesn’t get the chance. The Kryptonian pulls out and thrusts into him so fast that every coherent thought leaves his brain and all that comes out of his mouth is a, frankly, embarrassing moan.

Clark sets a fast pace quickly, one that makes Bruce feel like air never actually enters his lungs, the air being forced out of him with every thrust. The burn from the stretch quickly melts into the pleasure from actually being fucked, it all comes together to make him feel even better. “Shit, Kal,” He whines out, bringing his arms up to grab Clark and bring him closer.

Clark takes to the new position quickly, leaning into Bruce’s neck and starting to suck at spots as he continues his relentless pace. “Feels so good,” Clark huffs against his skin.

The words make Bruce’s cock twitch between them and he can tell it’s dripping onto his own stomach this time. “Yeah?” He asks. “Tell me how good it is.”

“So good. So so good,” Clark swears, leaving a bite over the hickey he just left on Bruce’s neck before moving to a new spot. “Best thing I’ve ever felt, I-” Clark’s words are cut off by him letting out a moan-like whimper.

Bruce lets out a choked chuckle at the response. It makes him feel extremely good to know how much Clark is enjoying himself. He doesn’t get the chance to talk again, Clark hitting his prostate making him temporarily lose his senses as pleasure washes over him. He hears himself letting out an embarrassing whine but it barely registers as his eyes roll back, pleasure hitting him in waves.

Clark doesn’t have to be told anything, immediately aiming for that spot again. He whimpers, his nails dragging down the Kryptonian’s back and shoulders as he tries to grasp at something to keep himself grounded. Distantly, he can’t help but be a little upset that he knows he won’t be leaving any lasting marks on Clark. His invulnerable skin means he won’t be left with scratch marks from his nails or any marks like Bruce will. He wants Clark to be left with marks like him, he wants everyone to see what he did to Clark just the same as they will with him. Maybe he’ll come up with some kryptonite dust he can put on his nails so he can safely leave some scratch marks.

He’s pulled from his thoughts at a particularly hard thrust that makes him scoot up a few inches on the bed, his head almost hitting the headboard. It makes his head fall back, a loud moan falling from him. Each thrust leaves heat in him and he can feel his orgasm steadily growing, his cock is already leaking all over him in an embarrassing way. “C’mon Pup,” He pants out, his voice sounding more needy than he thought it would. “I’m close. You gonna make me cum?”

Clark whines, nodding quickly as he pulls back from Bruce’s neck. “Yes! I will, gonna make you feel so good,” He quickly answers.

True to his word, Clark immediately speeds up his thrusts, hitting Bruce’s prostate every time and making the bed creak with every thrust. He can’t help but tighten down onto Clark’s cock, his back arching so much that he knows he’ll have a kink in it when they’re finished. He keeps letting out embarrassing little moans with every thrust that get worse the closer to his orgasm he gets.

He feels it in his toes and fingers before anything, a tingly feeling that quickly spreads up his limbs and into his belly, joining the warmth that has already settled itself there. It’s almost too much, he feels overwhelmed at all of the sensations and the longer it goes on the more overwhelming it gets. He feels like he might just burst into flames as Clark continues to jackhammer into him.

The man glances down between the two of them and when he catches sight of how Clark’s cock creates a bulge in his abdomen with every thrust it throws him overboard. He comes with a breathy moan that is so loud he’s a little worried about getting complaints from other rooms. The orgasm works through him slowly and his entire body feels tingly as he melts into the bed, subconsciously squeezing down on Clark’s cock as he continues to thrust into him.

It doesn’t take long for Clark to join him. The Kryptonian lets out a loud whine, curling into Bruce as he comes. Bruce holds him tightly, even if he is still a little out of it from his own orgasm. He can feel Clark fill him up and it feels like it just keeps coming. Whenever he thinks that Clark is finally done more cum spurts out of him. It doesn’t help the bulge in his stomach at all, in fact Bruce can see how it grows with each spurt. Perhaps he should have thought about this being a factor too when he found out Clark had different parts, but he also can’t find it in himself to actually care.

When Clark is finally done Bruce lets himself catch his breath, rubbing Clark’s back as he relaxes into the bed beneath them. He can feel the way the blanket under him is wet, no doubt from Clark leaking and from Bruce, now, leaking too. He’s about to recommend getting themselves cleaned up when Clark pushes himself up, looking at him with an almost sheepish expression. “Again?”

Bruce blinks up at him, suddenly realising that Clark didn’t soften at all after coming. He has half a mind to say no, that he’s too old to be doing all of that again, but the sheepish, pleading, look makes him nod before he can stop himself. Clark lights up and Bruce can imagine a wagging tail behind him.

The Kryptonian wastes no time, fucking into him again like they didn’t just go a whole round before this. It punches the air out of Bruce again, getting rid of all the work he just put into breathing again. His cock twitches between them, the stimulation from being fucked and the way that Clark’s abs rub against him making him grow hard again. He grips Clark so hard that he knows it would hurt anyone else, letting out high-pitched noises that he really didn’t think was possible with his naturally gruff voice.

“Fuck,” He breathes out, overstimulation setting in.

His body subconsciously squeezes down around Clark with each thrust, making the Kryptonian twitch and whine. “So so so good,” Clark rambles quietly, it’s so quiet that Bruce barely hears it over the sound of the bed creaking and his own noises.

He would love to respond to Clark, to tease him, but honestly his brain feels like mush. He’s not sure he could make coherent thoughts or make words come from his mouth. It feels like he’s on fire, his body jerking and twitching at every stimulation, like he no longer has any control over what it does. It’s too much and not enough all at once. His body fights to get away but pushes back into each thrust that Clark gives him. 

Bruce has never really tried overstimulation before, it’s just not something he ever found himself interested in. When he’s had sex it was usually just a one time thing and then he’d be on his way quickly afterwards but he doesn’t find himself wanting to do that this time. He wants to please Clark just as much as Clark wants to please him. So he doesn’t want to leave him hanging when he’s obviously still so hard.

He can hear how much of a mess they’re making, Clark’s cum is dripping out of him and being fucked back into him with every thrust and it makes wet noises that embarrass him. “Kal,” He whines out, digging his nails into Clark’s skin.

Clark groans in reply, thrusting into him even faster. It makes Bruce’s back arch again, the pleasure turning almost painful as he’s pushed even further into overstimulation. He’s barely aware of anything other than Clark fucking him, nothing else matters at this moment. Just Clark and what he’s doing to Bruce. He can feel himself once again dripping onto his stomach, a steady stream falling from his cock as flames burn throughout his body. 

His body shakes as he buries his face in Clark’s neck, biting him even if he knows it won’t leave any mark. The bite makes his sounds muffled and it seems that Clark doesn’t like it because he quickly reaches up to grab Bruce’s hair, pulling his head back. Bruce moans at the grab, letting himself be pulled back so he can look at Clark’s face.

The Kryptonian looks down at him with a wild look on his face, he’s panting and his face is flushed enough that Bruce would be worried he might be running a fever in any other situation. “I-I want to hear you,” Clark states, voice a little shaky.

Bruce just nods, unable to form words as Clark once again hits his prostate. He swears that he can see stars in his vision and the pain all of a sudden turns into blinding pleasure. “Kal!” He whines out, squeezing down on Clark’s cock as he comes. Clark lets out a needy noise, his hips somehow moving even faster. It’s too much. Far too much. Bruce lays lax against the bed, his body no longer listening to him when he tells it to do something and his mind painfully blank for the first time. “Too much, Kal too much. I-I can’t. Kal, please,” He babbles out as Clark continues to hammer into him.

His pleas seem to do it for Clark because he suddenly comes again, filling Bruce even more. Bruce isn’t sure he can actually take it all but Clark’s gripping his hips and keeping him in place, which makes him let out a pitiful whine. 

The Kryptonian once again collapses onto him but this time Bruce is too worn out to reach out and hug the other. He feels like he’s made of jelly, like he’s one with the bed and he knows he couldn’t stand or move if he wanted to. After a moment he lets his eyes close, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He’s exhausted, he had a full day of being Bruce Wayne and this just sapped the last bit of the energy he had. He feels like he could sleep any minute.

“Again?”

Bruce’s eyes open quickly and he looks up at Clark in shock. Clark looks at him with big, pleading eyes and Bruce has to close his eyes again before he does something stupid like saying yes again. “I can not go again tonight,” He answers. “How many times can you cum like that?”

He peeks his eyes open to look at Clark, who doesn’t look upset at being turned down. “I don’t know,” He answers.

Bruce nods slowly, that will definitely be something that they can test some other day when he doesn’t have anything else to do. “We’ll have to test that too,” He mumbles, sleep quickly catching up to him.

He can hear Clark chuckle but he doesn’t hear the reply to what he said, letting himself fall asleep since he knows the Kryptonian will take care of him.