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Bruce panted as he leaned back against the workout machine chair, his head directed to the ceiling. The leg abductor or more recognizably known as the thigh machine was last on his work out schedule. He had been at it for ten minutes. A lot went into being Batman and strong thighs are one of them.
He groaned, trying to get off the machine, but his legs were just too weak. After a few more moments of collecting himself, he brought his head back to a natural resting position and called out to his partner for help.
" Clark? Could you help me out here? " Clark was just finishing off his own workout. He took off a necklace that had a small sliver of kryptonite within a casing so it would lessen the effects of the ore, keeping Clark safe, but effectively removing his powers.
He really wanted to work out with Bruce. Like REALLY . Wanted to. And he felt he couldn't truly do it with his powers. So, instead of coming up with an idea himself, he asked his super smart boyfriend.
Bruce was at the Batcomputer, updating profile information. A slow day. Clark hovered over to his desk then hovered next to his chair. " Hm? " Bruce hummed at his presence.
" Uhh.. Is there any way for me to get rid of my powers, but get them back whenever I'd like? " Clark asked, making Bruce stop typing and turn around to look at him confused. " What?? I'm curious. " Bruce turned back to his keyboard.
" With your only weakness, yes. And without getting you sick or killing you. " Clark grinned. " Really?! How do you know? "
Bruce saved his profile on the Riddler before he got up. " Because I've already created it. " He walked over to a park of the cave wall that had a large rock on it. He grabbed it by two edges and turned it and it opened like a small door.
The was a vial attached to a string, holding Kryptonite. It was too small to even be called a gem, far too thin as well. " Here, put it on. " Bruce handed it to Clark, making the alien realize it was a necklace.
He put it on over his head. Clark didn't feel different. " Try to fly. " Bruce said with a grin, excited to see his invention in action.
Clark went to his normal dismount position, expecting to get at least a little airtime, but nothing happened he just.. Straightened his legs. " What in god's name.. "
Bruce chuckled. " Okay, okay. Try and use your heat vision on my face. " Clark frowned and shook his head. " No! One I don't want to hurt you and two your face?! Your pretty face?! Absolutely not. "
" Clark, I'll be fine, just try. " Bruce gave him a reassuring look and Clark relaxed. The hero's face tensed up as he tried to conjure up his heat vision, though it didn't work.
Clark blinked, still shocked even though he saw the effects of the necklace just minutes before. " You are a genius, darlin'. " He pulled Bruce into a kiss, catching him off guard.
" I uh.. Thank you. " Bruce whispered against his lips, flustered.
Clark put his glasses back on and started to walk over to Bruce.
Before him sat a beautiful sight. His boyfriend was worn out, sweaty, and his thighs spread like a stripper thanks to the machine he was on.
Clark slowed his walk so that he could take in this image at its full capacity. Meanwhile, Bruce was squinting at him, confused on why he was looking at him so weird.
" Clark. Hey, Clark?... Kal. Earth to Kal. " Clark snapped out of it when Bruce called his first given name. " Why are you staring at me? " Bruce crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at his boyfriend who was finally standing over him.
Clark's face went pink. He hoped he wasn't being obvious, but there was no hiding strange looks from the world's greatest detective.
" Because.. You just look so.. " He got on his knees in between Bruce's legs. Clark pecked at his lips. " So.. " And he did it again. " So.... " And once more. " So gorgeous sitting here like this. "
Clark's blue eyes glowed with adoration. He never stopped looking at Bruce with the kinda love he did when he first developed a crush. And that made Bruce's stomach fill with butterflies.
" Oh really now? " Bruce asked, trying to milk more compliments out of his boyfriend. " Mhmm. It's true, pretty boy. If I hadn't been working out myself, I would've been gawking at you the whole time. "
Clark grinned at him like a drunk idiot. He buried his face into Bruce's neck. He kissed it and licked up from the bottom of his neck to his jaw.
A shiver went down Bruce's spine. He felt himself start to get hot. A different kind of heat than you get from working out. " Kal, you– Oh. That's why you were looking at me like that. "
One of the main reasons Clark wanted to work out with Bruce was he loved when Bruce worked up a sweat. The smell of his hormones drew Clark absolutely mad.
Which, being a human without super smell, Bruce had to get used to. It was very hard for him to hide that he was horny. That was really the only problem.
" You smell delicious, Bruce. You look it too. " Clark started kissing his jaw and all Bruce could do was let it happen. " It's not my fault workouts like this get blood pumping downstairs. " He grumbled.
" Can you stay in this position a little longer? I need to taste you. " Clark pleaded, his voice as well as his slight accent getting more gravelly, the smell of Bruce's arousal intoxicating him.
" Fine.." Bruce sighed begrudgingly, as if he didn't want to comply. But they both knew they wanted it as much as each other.
Clark lifted Bruce up so that he could pull his shorts and underwear off. He wanted to make sure he had access to every single inch of his cock.
Once Clark put him back down, he ran his hands up Bruce's shirt, making him pull it off. " Wanted to see all of me, huh? " Clark nodded dreamily.
" You are so perfect. " He kissed Bruce's tip and worked his way down and back up, effectively teasing Bruce into a harder state.
Clark put his tip in his mouth and started sucking lightly, flicking his tongue over his slit. Bruce let out a soft sigh as he watched Clark.
Slowly, Clark started to put more of Bruce into his mouth, going all the way down to the base of his dick. When he first got it all the way down his throat, he gagged, making Bruce gasp at the sudden tightness.
Soon, Clark got used to the feeling at the back of his throat and stayed at the base of Bruce's cock. Lucky for the both of them, Clark didn't need to come up for air as soon as humans did.
Bruce was absolutely losing it. Clark had been deepthroating him for about a minute. Bruce's legs were shaking within the work out machine's constraints and he was digging his nails into his own thighs.
" Hngh .. K-kal.. Pl-please– G-go easy on me.." He whined, begging for Clark to let up. And for his boyfriend's sake, Clark complied.
He pulled off Bruce slowly, letting his tongue trace his length as he pulled off of it. Clark licked his swollen pink lips as he looked up at the mess he made Bruce into.
He seemed to be sweating more than he was during his workout. "
A little too much for you, sweetheart? " Clark asked innocently and Bruce glared at him.
" Just be-because you can do it for so long.. Doesn't.. Doesn't mean you have to. " Bruce panted, his dick dripping precum.
" 'M sorry.. You just taste so good. " Clark muttered with his lips against Bruce's tip. Clark took his tip into his mouth again and sucked at it roughly. He wrapped his hand at the bottom of Bruce's dick and started stroking it quickly.
Clark pulled off him and opened his mouth wide and stuck his tongue out, waiting for Bruce to release all over his face.
With a few weak thrusts people into Clark's hand, Bruce came into Clark's mouth and on his face. Bruce whimpered, his legs still tired and aching from his workout. He leaned back against the chair, completely out of breath, though his gaze was still focused on Clark.
" You never stop tastin’ so good, hun. " Clark licked his lips and started to hover in front of Bruce's face. Bruce then realized he had his glasses on. " I don't get why you wear those. I get at work you have a secret identity to keep up, but here? "
Clark just chuckled. " You're into them, Bruce, don't act like you're not. Especially when they're covered in cum. " Bruce blushed and looked away from him. " I didn't realize I was until just now. " He muttered, his arms crossed over his chest.
Clark grabbed Bruce's t-shirt and cleaned off his face and glasses. He put the thigh machine back into a resting position and Bruce let out a grateful sigh. " Finally. " Clark put his feet back on the ground and helped Bruce up.
Bruce had his hands planted on Clark's shoulders, keeping him anchored. He looked up at his alien boyfriend, his face tired. Well, Bruce always looked tired, so more tired than usual.
" Did I mention how pretty you look? " Clark smiled, his hands moving from Bruce's hips to his ass. " You are one horny man, Kent. " Bruce shook his head and Clark just laughed. " I could say the same for you, Wayne. C'mon, help me finish off, hun. I'll do all the work. "
Bruce sighed with a roll of his eyes. " If I don't wake up until three tomorrow, you know why. " Clark picked him up and floated over to a padded area in front of a mirror.
Clark put Bruce down and he got into his boyfriend's favorite position. Clark began to strip himself, tossing his clothes behind him. " Now, brace yourself, we've only got spit. " Clark spread his cheeks open and let his drool dribble onto Bruce's hole.
" Fuck . " Bruce moaned, the spit dripping down his balls to the floor. Clark put his fingers in his mouth to get him as wet as he could before pushing two of them into Bruce. He just moaned into the floor, his back arching.
" You are so fucking pretty, Bruce. " Clark growled, his dick was resting against Bruce's thigh, rock hard. Getting impatient, Clark went on with the fingering quickly. Of course, Bruce didn't mind, it would just hurt more later.
Clark pulled his fingers out of him and lined his tip up with his entrance. He let his spit dribble from his base all the way to his tip before he pushed into Bruce.
They both let out loud groans since each other's size was an adjustment without lube. Clark went all the way inside him and gripped his hips. " I'm ready when you are, sweetheart. " Bruce nodded, changing his position a little to get more comfortable.
" 'm ready.. " Bruce muttered. Clark started to thrust in and out of him slowly. Bruce had no energy to try and control the sounds he was making. His mouth hung open against the ground as he watched himself get fucked in the mirror.
" God .. Look at you. " Clark moved one of his hands to take Bruce by the neck to bring his head up. He sped up his pace, making Bruce get louder.
" Gotham's favorite billionaire.. Turned into a slut for some farm boy from Kansas, isn't that somethin' ? " A shiver went down Bruce's spine. He loved when Clark degraded him. He was usually super loving when they had sex, but when he was super horny, Clark would get animalistic and mean.
" That would be quite the headline. And everyone would see how you're seeing yourself in this mirror. It would be embarrassin'– No, humiliatin', if everyone found out how much of a whore you are. Just for me. " Clark now had both of his hands wrapped around Bruce's neck with a steady, but not too tight hold.
" Pl-please.. I w-want them to k-know.. " Bruce slurred his words, his eyes rolling back into his head. " Really? You want to be humiliated like that? " Bruce tried to nod. " Yes. Fuck – Please. " Clark groaned at his words. " You're so fucking perfect. My perfect little whore. "
Bruce started to whimper, his hips moving to try and get his dick to rub against the ground. " Relax, darlin', let me help you. " Clark moved a hand down to Bruce's dick and started stroking him.
Bruce's hips stuttered against Clark's hand as he came. He went limp against his boyfriend as Clark continued to fuck him. " That's a good boy. Such a good boy. " Clark used his super speed, slightly, as he tried and successfully reached his own orgasm.
Bruce's leg's shook at the overstimulation, some more cum spurting out of his tip.
Clark sat down and put Bruce in his lap. " Sorry.. " He whispered, his accent going back to its soft state. " I've been uh.. Stressed. Pent up. I thought working out would help, but you know how you drive me crazy, Bruce. "
Bruce hummed against his chest. " No need to be sorry. I just have to take off work for maybe a day or two. " Clark frowned, worried he hurt Bruce. " Kal, it's okay. It didn't hurt. You're just.. Y'know. Extra strong. So I need a longer recovery time than if I was with a human. You know that. "
Clark nodded. " You're right. Let's get you to the manor so you can have a bath and I'll clean this place up. " Bruce smiled wearily. " Thank god this gym is on the manor's land. Don't want anyone snapping pictures of you flying across town with both of us naked. "
" But I thought you wanted that..? " Clark smirked. " Shut up and get me to my bathtub. "