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— Why were you angry?
Clark asks as he lays on his side besides Bruce on their bed. Still feeling his brain a confused mess after the last orgasm, Bruce lazily opens his eyes and faces his lover. He questions when, not remembering at all he ever being angry after feeling this good. If humans purred like cats, it would be the perfect moment for it as Bruce feels his lover’s hand caressing his chest.
— At the League’s meeting. I haven’t thought much of it then, because I could tell everyone we were marrying, but… huh, I don’t know, I haven’t understood why. — Ah, the memory of what happened there makes Bruce frown. Why would he bring it up after just fucking him this good? — See, you’re getting angry again — Clark complains. — What happened, pumpkin? — And after infuriating him like this, he just tries to seduce him again. Sly bastard.
Bruce takes a deep breath and reveals:
— You always takes over on the meetings.
Clark’s confused look could almost make Bruce believe he really does not know what he has been doing over the years. Almost.
— I say something and it’s dismissed, then you say exactly the same thing and it’s suddenly the best idea ever. You also keep them on track, smiling all friendly and making them go back to the topic without them noticing. And when you ask the questions I want to, they always give you useful information even. All this while I’m just… there.
— Oh.
Clark’s hand on his chest slides up his neck and reach his face, making Bruce turn to him once more. He stares at his lover when he whispers:
— I haven’t noticed this is how you feel about it. — Bruce frowns and looks away again. So he really was aware he has been doing it, and he was doing it on purpose. — I thought I was helping. — Bruce glares at him and is ready to start cursing and asking about every time he has done it and interrupted him or used his ideas or… — I’ve always noticed there’s a lot going on here — Clark speaks before giving him the chance to be angry again, he taps at Bruce’s forehead with his index finger and smiles lightly. — Sometimes you don’t speak all you’ve thought and it makes others confused, so I always tried to explain what you meant and how you got to that conclusion, then the others understand and agree. I shouldn’t have done it without speaking to you first. I’m sorry. I haven’t realized you’d understand it like this.
— What?
Clark looks confused and tilts his head.
— Which part?
— You’ve purposefully done it this whole time? And to make others understand me?
— Hmm, yes. Sometimes when you word things in a certain way it can be hard to follow if they don’t have the other information you’ve let out, or without knowing how you got there in the first place, or…
— And you’re always the only one to know what I’ve thought. How exactly do you do it?
This time, the alien has the decency to blush, he even looks away as he confesses:
— I may have paid too much attention to your heartbeat. — He bits his lower lip and takes a deep breath before adding: — and your breathing. — Then, in an almost unheard whisper, he mumbles: — and your blinking.
Bruce goes quiet for some time, until Clark finally meets his eyes again.
— You mean, before we started dating?
The alien gets redder and nods.
— I just thought that, huh, if you were stalking me, I could pay attention to those things. But… well, even after you stopped and we’ve started to date, I… sorry.
Bruce holds Clark’s face and pulls him closer, he utters:
— I haven’t stopped, though.
This seems to be enough so Clark perks up and, with his voice full of hope, he inquires:
— Haven’t you?
— No.
— Are you still…?
Bruce thinks about lying, but he has a hunch Clark would know anyway.
— Yes.
Clark smiles brightly and lean the few centimeters that separated them to kiss him. As Bruce keeps frowning, Clark inquires what still bothers him.
— Am I really hard to understand?
— Hmm, I always get you.
Bruce can’t deny that, as he himself has not realized he has been dating Clark over the years. Maybe precisely because sometimes he is not able to express his ideas clearly, is that he has let Superman lead the meetings many times. It is also quite satisfying to know he is not the only obsessed on this relationship. However…
— Then… — Clark interrupts him with a kiss and explains:
— The others know all I say are your ideas, no worries.
— But you kept contradic… — Another kiss.
— Only when your plans would put you in unnecessary danger, and in the first years it was almost 90% of the time, so… — One more kiss. — Don’t even try do deny it, just when Dick entered on the picture you diminished it, but it was still a lot. — Bruce sighs and decides the best way to stop being on the wrong is to pull his lover on top of him again. Clark chuckles and accepts to be smashed against him before commenting: — I’m waiting for the day you’ll realize I just fight back sometimes because your solution is to put me between your legs.
— Your mouth is complaining, but I’m feeling something poking me for a while already.
— ‘m not complaining.
His reply comes as he begins to shower Bruce’s chest with kisses. When his intentions of getting his mouth lower are clear, Bruce holds him back by his hair and entangles his legs on his lover’s hips.
— The sun is setting already.
They start to kiss and to make his message clearer, Bruce pulls Clark closer by his cock and as soon as he has the tip in, he raises his hips to impale himself on it. Clark does not need much to embrace his lover’s waist and start thrusting on him; to Bruce’s rage, as he delicately kisses him and places his body on the bed, he promises:
— I’ll be gentle then, if you’re leaving for patrol later. I don’t want you to be hurt because I fucked you too hard. — Bruce groans at that stupid smile and tries to move his hips to go harder, but Clark’s grip is strong and steady, he even pins Bruce’s hands over his head. His kisses are sweet and the slow movements make the bat shiver. When he let go of his hands, Bruce is going to move, but refrains because of the intense stare, challenging him to disobey his lover’s silent order of keeping them there. A little bit more and he will accept whatever Clark demands, for now, only the hands as he grips the pillow under them. — Just lay down and enjoy, be the good and pretty pillow princess you are. — With this, Bruce is ready to cuss and take action on his own hands, but the alien really knows him better as he soon whispers: — let me use you, princess. Fill your hole nice and slow, have you full of my cum. — Bruce breath is unsteady, he feels every nerve on his body being stimulated. Ah, this damn alien, just a little bit more… — Maybe this time I’ll really get you pregnant.
Bruce whimpers, he stops fighting against Clark and just accepts the slow and controlled thrusts that seems to hit every right place inside him.
— Clark.
His voice is weak and filled with desire, but besides starting to chant his lover’s name, he lays still on the mattress.
— You like this. — It is not a question. — You like being my personal hole, having me using you whenever I want. Taking you wherever we are because I want to, because I can, because I own you. Don’t you?
The alien groans, Bruce’s hole gripping him tight at every dirty mention. He snickers.
— Your hole down here is more honest than this one.
He gives his lover a deep kiss and when he feels him over the edge, he remarks in a low voice, whispering it in Bruce’s ear:
— Maybe we should do as everyone wanted to and have a mating ceremony. Show to all of them how you take my cock in your pussy.
Bruce gasps and shudders, his hands tearing the pillowcase as he comes in a silent scream. Clark watches him, observing how his body trembles and tights around him, as his breathing starts to normalize and his brain seems to focus again. Then, slowly, he removes himself from Bruce and watches again as his lover shivers, he can’t stop caressing the hole with his thumb, wet from lube and his spunk, trying to suck the finger in and it makes him comment:
— It’s really like a pussy, huh? Just wanting to be filled again.
When he raises his eyes to Bruce’s face, he sees him taking a deep breath before raising his hips.
— No, I’ll cum somewhere else now, after all, I own your whole body, don’t I? — Bruce’s pupils dilate and he quietly watches as Clark straddles his waist. He takes a deep breath and even without being ordered, he opens his mouth offering it to the other. The alien smirks and caresses his face and lips. — Very tempting, indeed, you’re always pretty chocking on my cock. — Just the mention of having it shoved on his throat makes his body heat. — However… — Clark’s hand slide down until it reaches his chest, the other soon following and it is easier than he expected to place his cock between Bruce’s pectorals and start rutting. — Rao, even your breasts are made to fuck.
Bruce shivers and unconsciously opens his legs, he also takes advantage of how long Clark is to start licking and sucking the tip whenever it is close enough of his mouth; Bruce also let out those horny moans he knows make his lover go crazy and as he feels the speed on Clark’s movements increasing he is certain he is doing a great job at it. Then, he listens his lover’s rushed voice ordering him to close his eyes and at the same time he also opens his mouth to get whatever Clark decides to give him.
He hears the groan and feels Clark’s spunk on his face, it also gets in his mouth and he does not wait to start licking it and he listens to his lover’s mild curse words to his acts, what has him smirking as he opens his eyes and sees a breathless Clark still on top of him. Clark pets his face and cleans some of his cum with thumb, but it only makes Bruce pulls his hand and starts licking and sucking it. Then, the alien arranges his body to be able to have his face closer to his and he also starts to lick the cum before finally kissing him. Bruce moans as he tastes his lover’s cum on his own tongue and can no longer let his hands lying still on the pillow; he takes them to his hair and tries to take over the kiss. Clark smiles at that and pretends to comply at the beginning, he slowly starts to caress Bruce’s body and when he feels his body molding to his wishes, he starts to leave sweat kisses down his neck. Bruce groans and ruts against his body to no avail as the only thing Clark does is whisper in a loving tone:
— The sun has sat already.
Clark keeps leaving kisses on his shoulder and ignores the “fuck that” and “fuck me” that Bruce grunts as he tries to position himself once more. As the bat realizes the alien will not move and do as he wishes, he grunts something like “fine” and pushes him away, the sudden change of behavior let Clark’s guard down and he just accepts as he is forced away; still confused, he is not fast enough to notice Bruce’s plan behind it, only when his back reach the mattress and Bruce is smirking above him.
— If you really planned to make it short, you shouldn’t have talked like that.
Bruce sees that Clark is ready to speak back, probably be right about something else again, but he has no patience for this now, he will go to patrol tonight, but he will be fucked again before that. And with this in mind, he is fast at holding Clark’s cock on place before sitting down and without giving enough time to protest he starts to move his hips fast.
— No more dirty talking? — he teases as he looks at his lover watching him move.
Clark grabs Bruce’s ass as he defends himself:
— It’s because you like it.
— Yeah? Who would not like having Clark Kent telling them dirty things, huh? Always so proper and a prude around everyone, but calls me his whore on bed — He watches the flush appear on his lover’s face and smiles widely. — Now you’re embarrassed? Not when you’re telling me you’d fuck me in front of everyone until you make me pregnant? Ha, I should’ve known you’re all talk and no action. You’re not even fucking me prop– Fuck!
In a flash, he feels his back hit something hard and as his hands are on Clark’s chest he is farther enough to see the bed under them. Clark keeps holding his ass and starts to fuck him against the ceiling and he can’t even process the whole thing.
His arms are forced to bent when Clark leans to kiss him and as he hits his sweet spot, Bruce bends his head back and hits the ceiling again. He is probably not being kissed now because the alien has other plans, as he kisses and bites his neck making him tremble before starting to whisper in his ear:
— I’d do anything to make you feel good, darling. — When Bruce whines, he decides to not give him enough time to complain and wanders: — Ah, sorry, I know you rather be treated as a cheap whore, my love. I have no delusional ideas that on our wedding night I’ll take your virginity, you’re such a cock slut and I know it first hand even, but, hmm, maybe it’s just my fantasies taking over, you’d look so beautiful in a wedding gown, in all white and lace, all pretty and innocent… You’re a good actor, I know you’d play it perfectly, even blushing when I’d touch you under your skirt. But we know I’d find you wet already, wouldn’t I? I’d just have to take your panties out of the way and your hole would be ready for me, ah, don’t worry, I’d not rush, and you’d be trembling just like you’re doing right now before I’d even touch your breasts. What, honey? Don’t you like the idea of me taking care of you on our first night as husband and wife? Ah, don’t worry, it’d be just this first time, I’d make sure to keep you busy for the rest of our honeymoon, maybe we’d go to some of the fancy hotels you like, or maybe I’d just lock you up on the Fortress. Yes, that would be nice, when you’d not be busy chocking on my cock or being filled with my cum you could search for a way to me finally knock you up, or maybe if I keep filling you up enough times your body will realize you’re made to receive my cock and have my child. Don’t cry, dear, even if you’re so beautiful like this, I’ll be sure to keep you satisfied… huh, what is it, love?
Clark finally gives him enough time to speak, besides whining and calling his name, but as he has expected, all Bruce does is order him around:
— Ha–harder.
— You sure? You’re almost cumming, huh?
— Not enough, harder, fuck me harder.
— Ask nicely, dear.
— Fuck off– Jesus! Please, Clark, please!
It is not necessary much more to Clark have Bruce crying out his name as he comes on top of him, Bruce does not even notices they are getting down to the bed again. When he has his mind clear enough, the only thing he does is tease:
— So, panties, huh? We can arrange that.