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Bruce did his best to stay focused and not pay attention to the destruction around him. As a doctor, he had to do his best in every environment, though it was difficult right now with the temperatures rising. Bruce reminded himself to stay in his medical tent, leaving the firefighting to the professionals.

It was a bad case of arson that had brought several city blocks burning down. Doctor Bruce Wayne, his eldest son Nurse Dick Grayson, and several other medical professionals, had been brought from Gotham Medical to an on-sight medical tent to help with the injured. The medical response team split into two groups, Doctor Bruce and those who worked with adults, and Nurse Dick and those who worked with children. 

Bruce was knee deep in work, checking patient after patient for signs of burns and smoke inhalation when some firefighters began to trickle in for medical aid. Bruce overheard some of their conversation.

“Block E is cleared, but District 9 can’t handle it alone.”

“District 10 was suffering too, we need to call in more reinforcements.”

“I heard that District 11 is on its way.”

Bruce’s heart skipped a beat as he heard that. Firefighting District 11 was where his new husband worked. Firefighter Clark Kent had recently gotten married to Doctor Bruce Wayne and their families had blended. Bruce had four boys (Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian) and Clark had two boys (Kon, Jon) - now they were a family of eight and Bruce had never been happier. He woke up with a smile next to Clark every morning and he loved all their sons.

Bruce listened in for updates as he continued to monitor his patients. Soon he got word that District 11 had arrived and started battling the blaze. It was another two hours, and another several Districts, before the blaze was under control. That’s when the firefighters began trickling into the medical tent for some aid of their own, and it was all hands on deck. Many of the firefighters had some form of burns and smoke inhalation. Bruce spent an hour working on most of the firefighters, until Nurse Dick got his attention.

“Dad…I mean, Doctor Wayne, will you switch with me? I think you’re going to want to work on the patient I’m seeing.” Dick was being formal, but it didn’t take a genius for Bruce to know who he was talking about. Immediately, Bruce agreed and went over to Dick’s side of the tent. Sitting in the current patient chair was his husband, who was being worked on by some of the other staff. 

Bruce did his best to keep his cool as he briefed with the other medical staff, who informed him, “No smoke inhalation, but he does have superficial burns on both arms - he fought too close to the blaze. We’re cleaning the wounds now and putting him in positioning arm slings so that the skin doesn’t tighten. He does not need medical assistance, so we are going to send him home with you, Doctor Bruce.”

Bruce nodded and knelt by Clark’s side, asking, “Hun, how do you feel?” 

Clark grit his teeth as more cream was applied to his burns, but he smiled, “Never better.” Clark looked like a mess, yet simultaneously handsome - his hair was messy, he was covered in sweat, and his uniform had been pulled down to his waist, exposing his arms and the t-shirt he was wearing. Bruce jumped into action, putting the anti-contracture arm slings on Clark, which made it look like he had broken both arms. It was important that his skin didn’t tighten though, as that would impede his movement.

Bruce gave him a kiss on the nose when they were done, “You did great, hun. You saved so many lives today, I’m so proud.”

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Later that night, Bruce was helping Clark get ready for bed. Bruce had to feed Clark his dinner and was currently helping him dress in something more comfortable. Bruce was comfortable sleeping in only his pants, though Clark preferred full pajamas. However, they decided against it so that his arms wouldn’t get stuck in the sleeves.

They hugged and kissed all six of their boys goodnight, like they always did when they went to bed, before going up to their bed together. As they themselves got ready for bed, Clark lay in bed first. 

Bruce leaned in to kiss him, saying, “You did such an amazing job today. You kept our streets safe and you sacrificed yourself to make it happen. You're my hero.” They kissed one another, Bruce grinding against Clark’s thigh.

Clark pulled back first, saying, “Darling, I love what we're doing, but it's getting me hard. I can't use my hands to get rid of the erection.”

Bruce chuckled, “Don't worry, I'll do the work. You deserve to rest after all.” He kissed Clark again before moving down and removing his pajama pants, allowing his prick to come free. It stood up, indicating that Clark was painfully hard. Instead of a quick blowjob and calling it a night, Bruce felt like rewarding Clark with a quickie.

Bruce sat back and removed his own pants, leaving them both naked. He then got out of bed and got their well-used bottle of lube. Instead of slicking Clark up and ending his pleasure too quickly, Bruce lifted one of his legs and supported it on the bed, then lubing up his fingers before fingering himself. He kept eye contact with his husband, who was unable to do anything but watch as Bruce moaned and thrusted his fingers inside himself. 

Once Bruce got up to his fourth finger inside of himself, he took pity on Clark and pulled his fingers out. He returned to the bed and angled himself over Clark’s prick. Slowly, Bruce lowered himself down into it.

Bruce hissed as he listened to Clark’s subdued moan. He didn't hesitate to start bouncing up and down, causing Clark to clench his fists in his sling. Bruce threw his head back and moaned - it felt good, it always felt good. 

Clark bit his lip to quiet himself, finally whispering, “Bruce…I'm close.”

Bruce smiled and assured him, “I know. Don't hold yourself back for me, cum when you need to.”

Clark whimpered as he felt so close, yet not wanting to end his pleasure so quickly. He did his best to hold on for a few minutes longer, but eventually arched his back and came hard. Bruce milked his orgasm from him, continuing to bounce and ride Clark until he himself came too. 

Bruce let himself roll off to the side, cum leaking out of him. He rolled back towards Clark and kissed him again.

Clark chuckled after the kiss broke, saying, “That was hot…I didn't think sex without being able to touch you would feel so good.”

Bruce ruffled Clark’s hair lovingly, “I promised I would make you feel good. Rest, love, I'll clean us up. You're going to take the next week off for your arms to heal - I'll be right by your side.”