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This was it, Clark could feel it.

After months of dating, Bruce had finally invited him back to the manor. The limo ride there had been tense, the air thick like a physical presence. Clark watched his boyfriend hungrily, as Bruce tapped his finger slowly against his leg, proving himself as impatient as Clark was to get home.

When the car finally pulled to a stop, Clark wasted no time in getting out, helping Bruce out behind him. Feeling the warmth of his palm against his own was addicting, Clark couldn’t wait to feel it travel the rest of him.

The pace up to Bruce’s bedroom was far more sedate than he would’ve liked, but Clark just assumed that Bruce wasn’t as pent up as he was, what with all of his experience in sex. Clark’s handful of encounters probably looked pitiful next to Bruce’s, so he tried to curb his obvious enthusiasm and followed more slowly.

When they entered the room, they found it dimly lit, the only light being provided by the full moon spilling through the open curtains. Clark could see out into the darkly churning waters of Gotham Bay, framed picturesquely through Bruce’s ornately carved windows.

Speaking of Bruce— Clark had expected for the man to jump him as soon as he clicked the door shut behind himself, but instead he was just out of reach, having seated himself on the foot of the bed, arms folded across his chest. 

Clark’s gaze zeroed in on the fluttering pulse at Bruce’s neck—he wanted to lick it.

Being fairly certain he hadn’t misread the situation, and also so pent up he couldn’t bear to wait any longer, Clark stalked over to Bruce, reveling in the quick inhale he heard as he leaned over the other man on the bed, bracing his arms on either side of him. “Bruce, love, tell me if I’m wrong,” he leaned in and trailed his nose down the side of Bruce’s face, loving the way his heart rate ticked at the touch, “but I think you invited me up here for a reason.”

Bruce drew in a breath and his now-unfolded arms came up to twine around Clark’s neck. “Your investigative journalistic talents never cease to amaze me, Kent,” he commented derisively. Clark snorted into his neck, trailing his nose back up lightly.

“Ha-ha, you’re endlessly funny, but seriously? Do you want to? It’s alright if not.” It wouldn’t be actually, Clark could already feel his erection straining uncomfortably against his pants zipper, if Bruce said no right now, it would be a miserable night of marathon-masturbation for him.

Bruce finally closed the distance between their mouths, nudging Clark’s lips open softly before pulling away. “Obviously I want to, farm-boy. Now show me how they do it in Kansas.”

Clark huffed another laugh but didn’t need to be told twice as he gently pushed Bruce until he was lying on his back. “It’s probably not as fun as how they do it in Gotham, but I’ll try my best,” he said with a grin, moving to palm Bruce’s own erection.

The groan Bruce let out at the touch was like music to Clark’s ears, and he worried that he wouldn’t be able to slow down enough for this. Bruce probably wouldn’t mind though, going slow was something he probably hadn’t wanted to do since his first few hook-ups.

So Clark got down to business.

~

Don’t act like the fucking virgin you are, he thought to himself, right before all the rest of them flew out the window. 

Clark’s first touch to Bruce’s cock was like a jolt to his whole system, and he couldn’t help but moan, especially when that hand began to unzip him.

“Clark-” he gasped, as the hand finally made contact through his underwear. Bruce threw his head back in pleasure when Clark began rubbing up and down.

“Yeah baby?”

Oh. That was new. And it sent a fire hot lick of horny through Bruce’s veins. He seized up, grabbing Clark back around the neck and smashing their mouths together.

It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues licking into each other's mouths clumsily. Bruce could feel spit pool at the corners of his lips, all the while Clark continued to palm Bruce until he was almost bucking into the touch.

“Woah there,” Clark chuckled into Bruce’s mouth, “let’s get undressed first.”

Bruce was eager to comply, ripping at Clark’s buttons as Clark did the same for him, when they were down to their underwear, Bruce scooted up the bed a bit, watching, enraptured, as Clark crawled to hover over him once again.

Clark descended like a predator, kissing, and sucking, and licking from Bruce’s throat, to his navel, while Bruce could only scrabble at Clark’s back and fist his hair.

Then Clark was removing Bruce’s underwear, bearing him to the open, and Bruce started to close his legs shyly before Clark grabbed him by the knees, forcing them open.

He could see how dilated Clark’s pupils were, even in the dim moonlight. “Bruce, honey, you’re beautiful, don’t you even dare,” and then he said something that made Bruce’s entire face go up in flames. 

“Can I taste you?”

Bruce could only nod, not wanting to open his mouth and embarrass himself. No one had ever seen him like this before, and the last thing he wanted to do was to clue Clark in on this fact.

He watched with wide eyes as Clark swallowed his whole cock in one go. He cried out, grabbing onto Clark’s hair before thinking better of it and pulling away. Clark wasn’t having any of that though as he grabbed Bruce’s hand, guiding it back to his hair and bobbing up and down, slight suction being applied all the while.

Bruce was sweating and probably making a slew of embarrassing noises as he fisted his hands in Clark’s dark locks, trying desperately not to close his bent legs on Clark’s head. The man himself was making that task incredibly difficult as he pulled back up, tongued gently at the tip, before sucking Bruce back down.

All too quickly, Bruce felt his orgasm show its face. “Clark- Kal- I’m gonna-” Clark released his cock with a wet pop. Bruce’s chest heaved as he came down from the brink.

“That was quick,” Clark grinned. “I must be good.”

Before Bruce could reply, Clark was diving back down, but to Bruce’s horror, it was not to resume sucking his dick. Quicker than he could blink, Clark had his hands behind Bruce’s knees lifting him up, and- and-

Clark’s tongue was in his ass.

“Ah!” He gasped, arms scrabbling fruitlessly for purchase on his silk sheets.

Clark just licked and licked and licked. Not once coming up for the air that his alien biology allowed him to not need. The wriggling muscle was probing Bruce’s insides insistently, making wet squelching sounds fill the room.

Bruce was already close to tears, even before Clark’s malicious tongue found his prostate.

“Ah- Clark! Wait!” His chest was heaving, and he was so close, so, so fucking close, and Clark’s tongue just kept assaulting that spot inside him, over and over, relentlessly and Bruce was gonna—

~

Clark surfaced just as he could feel Bruce tightening around his tongue, giving the underside of his thighs an apologetic squeeze when he found the betrayed look waiting for him.

He licked his lips. “Sorry love, but I want you to cum while I’m inside you.”

Bruce’s red face achieved a new shade as his chest heaved up and down, and Clark was in love with how responsive he still was, even after all of his experience in the bedroom.

He moved back up Bruce’s body, kissing him sweetly and relishing in how desperately and clumsily Bruce kissed him back. He popped the cap on the lube he had brought, drizzling some on his fingers and bringing them back to Bruce’s tongue ravished hole.

He circled a finger at the warm entrance, loving the way Bruce clenched when he felt him down there. “I’m a little bigger than average, so I wanna prep you a little more, is that okay?”

Bruce nodded vigorously, Clark was obsessed with how nonverbal he was all of a sudden.

Then he plunged his fingers in, watching fixedly as they moved in and out of Bruce’s pink hole, the way it clenched when Clark pulled his fingers out, swallowing them back up again greedily when he pushed them in.

“Oh god you’re a wet dream baby, you’re so fucking hot,” Clark moaned, still ignoring his own erection in favoring of adding more fingers to Bruce and kissing him senseless.

The wet heat of his mouth was all Clark knew for a few minutes, as he kept adding fingers until he was up to four, scissoring them and going absolutely wild for the way Bruce was meeting his thrusts with bucks of his own, whining into Clark’s mouth all the while.

~

When Clark pulled his fingers out, Bruce couldn’t help but whine at the loss. He had never had something as big as four of Clark’s fingers inside him before (only having had his own) and it was absolutely revolutionary. Bruce was quickly discovering a new past time he would love to indulge in frequently.

It was with wide eyes that he realized the fingers were being replaced with something much bigger. He looked down and– god Clark was huge.

Bruce threw his head back again and moaned.

Clark was inching in slowly, Bruce couldn’t help but squeeze down on the intrusion, drawing a moan out of Clark himself.

“Bruce, baby,” he panted, “you gotta relax or I’m not gonna be able to get all the way in.”

Bruce whined, wrapping his arms around Clark, bringing them chest to chest before slowly taking deep breaths and trying to relax.

“There you go love,” Clark breathed into his ear before bottoming out. Bruce almost screamed in an odd mix of pain and ecstasy, but he bit his tongue and grunted instead.

“You alright?” Clark questioned, peppering light kisses down Bruce’s sweaty and red face. “Can I move?”

Bruce nodded again, trying to nuzzle his face into Clark’s neck and hide, but no amount of hiding could’ve prepared him for what came next. 

Clark moved. Fast. 

Holding onto Clark was the only way Bruce could stay in relatively the same position and Clark pounded into him, relentless.

The slick slide of his cock in Bruce’s walls, the drag of it across his pleasure spot, was causing Bruce to pant.

He could feel his orgasm building up again as Clark changed his angle to drive the head of his cock into Bruce’s prostate over and over.

“Hngh!” He tried to suppress his whine by biting his lip, tightening his grip around Clark as he was plowed into the damn mattress.

That familiar tightening in his gut was getting worse. “Clark, babe, I’m gonna cum- I can’t I-”

Pleasure exploded, Bruce’s mouth falling open in a high-pitched keen as ropes of cum painted his and Clark’s stomachs. His nerves were lit on fire, it was the best orgasm Bruce had ever had in his 26 years of life.

As he rode it out, Clark kept pumping into him. “Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me.”

Bruce shuddered, feeling the drag of Clark’s thick cock along his sensitive walls, he could feel Clark’s cock get impossibly harder inside him and before he knew it— Clark was spilling into him was a long groan.

They sat there for a second, sticky and satiated. Bruce could no longer form any type of coherent words so he just let his arms slide down Clark’s back until they hit the mattress.

After a minute, Clark was done catching his breath apparently, as he resumed kissing Burce all over, this time moving to suck and bite at Bruce’s nipples.

“Hnghh!” Bruce moved to push Clark away from his sensitive buds but his fingers just tangled in Clark’s hair, pushing the man to lavish them further.

They were so sensitive it was almost painful, and so was his cock as it rubbed, trapped, between their bodies as Clark rutted against—

Rutted?!

Clark was hard again inside of him. Bruce couldn’t fucking belive it.

So quickly— to the point that Bruce figured he had lost time— Clark had pulled out and flipped him over on his stomach. Then grabbed his hips— Bruce almost squeaked as Clark hoisted his abused ass into the air. He followed on his shaky arms, moving to all fours.

But then there was a horny alien draping himself across Bruce’s back, licking up his spine and biting at his shoulders. Bruce could do nothing but shudder as he was thrust back into. Re-speared on Clark’s hard cock. 

“Cla-” he choked at another hard thrust, the angle provided by this new position knocking all of the air from his lungs with each move. His arms gave out and he fell forward, face smashed into his pillow, hands fisting the sheets. His legs threatened the same.

Clark’s cockhead was like a honing misile—the target? Bruce’s absolutely abused prostate. He was so fucking overstimulated. But he gasped in horror as he felt his own cock begin to harden again. No.

It just– it just felt so goddamn fucking good that Bruce couldn’t even protest. Something about how overly sensitive his whole body was, was adding to the experience ten-fold.

Clark kept the pace for a good 10 minutes, catching Bruce and lifting him back up again every time his legs failed him. All Bruce could hear was the slap of skin, and the squelch of Clark’s lubed cock in his hole. All he could do was take it, riding with each hard thrust, moaning into his pillow, biting it when it got to be too much.

Then he felt it again. Another orgasm. It came so fast he was blindsided, he scrabbled at the bed, fruitlessly trying to grab the headboard as he hiccupped, positive that the tears in his eyes had spilled over. It hit him like a train, his whole body constricting with it as he choked out a dry sob.

Clark didn’t stop. “You’re so good for me baby. You take it so fucking good, love.”

Bruce knew he was crying. He also knew that he could tell Clark to stop, that it was too much, and Clark would immediately listen but—

But as much as it hurt it also…it felt fucking good.

~

Hours went by. Hours. 

Clark would change positions, fuck him hard for a while, maybe make Bruce cum, and then would cum himself. Then the whole thing would repeat. Bruce was a drooling fucking mess. He hadn’t had a true wet orgasm in the last hour.

Covered in his own tears, spit, and cum, he finally, finally felt Clark slowing down. He orgasmed one last time, painted Bruce’s insides white one last time, before collapsing on Bruce’s shaking, exhausted form.

Bruce couldn’t move, couldn’t think– he was– he was somewhere else entirely. It felt really nice to have Clark draped over him like he was. Pressing him down into the mattress like a 225 pound weighted blanket.

He felt kind of…floaty.

Then his blanket moved and he whined weakly, feeling empty all of a sudden, and wet as cum poured out of him.

“Bruce baby, hey baby look at me,” Bruce slowly opened his wet eyes, blinking slowly up at Clark. “Are you- are you alright?”

Bruce hummed, weakly grabbing Clark and pulling him back on top of him. Clark rolled with the motion and moved them to where Bruce was on top of him instead. “Hey darling seriously, you’re starting to worry me, are you okay?”

Bruce distantly knew that he should answer. “Yes,” he slurred, mumbling it into Clark’s chest. Then a weird confessionary desire rolled over his slow mind. “M’never.”

Clark shifted beneath him. “Never what, sweetheart?” Fingers were gently pushing hair out of his face.

“Never, mm, never’di’tha’ before,” he said with his face pressed firmly between Clark’s pecs.

The hand in his hair froze and he whined.

“What do you mean baby? Never did what before?”

Bruce wanted the fingers back in his hair, he was getting upset. “That.”

Pushing his head up into the hand wasn’t making it move at all. 

“Um Bruce love, you don’t mean-” Clark’s chest moved like he was taking a big breath, “please god tell me you don’t mean sex.”

“Yes.” That was exactly what he meant, now if he could only get that hand back in his—

~

Clark was absolutely fucking horrified. He had just pounded Bruce into the fucking mattress like a goddamn wild animal for hours and only now was he finding out that Bruce had been a—

A Virgin.

Clark was the most worthless piece of human garbage on the face of planet earth. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he moved without thinking, going to sit them up so he could apologize to Bruce’s face but the other man let out a cry of pain that had Clark instinctually lifting him in a bridal carry.

Fuck. When Clark had sat them up, he had moved Bruce to put pressure on his ass, his poor, abused ass that was all Clark’s fault. 

“I’m so fucking sorry Bruce I-” he looked down finally, noting that Bruce’s eyes were closed, dried tear tracks carving paths down his splotchy face, which was…nuzzled into Clark’s neck.

Oh. Oh.

Clark had sent Bruce right into fucking subspace. During his first time.

Clark was a fucking dick.

Biting his lip, trying not to fucking cry, Clark carried Bruce into the bathroom. Holding him close while he got the bath ready.

~

Bruce opened his eyes to find himself floating in water, back against Clark’s chest as the other man gently lathered him with soap, then poured the warm water over his sensitive skin.

He whined, turning to the side and pressing his face into Clark’s neck, trying to escape the light.

“Bruce are you awake?” He hummed in acknowledgement, not wanting to greet whatever conversation Clark was going to try to have about this.

“Baby I’m so fucking sorry, if I had known—hell even if I had known I shouldn’t have got fucking carried away like that. If you want me to leave I’ll–”

Bruce growled at that. “No, be quiet.”

“But—”

He growled again, turning sideways in the tub and relieving some of the pressure off his abused ass. “No. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Okay but I’m–”

“No.”

“Bruce I–”

“No.”

A sigh. “Okay fine. I just– I don’t know Bruce, I feel like a piece of shit right now.”

Bruce would rather Clark just shut the fuck up and keep washing him but he guessed the universe hated him. “I… liked it.”

A pause. “You– liked it?”

That’s what he said wasn’t it? He grunted.

“Oh.”

Finally Clark shut his mouth and did his damn job. Bruce felt so good right now, achy and sore, but good, satiated. He moaned softly when he felt Clark’s fingers in his hair, scrubbing at his scalp with lather.

“You like that huh?”

“Shut the fuck up Clark.”

~

Later that night they snuggled up together on fresh sheets that Clark had fetched out of the closet. Clark’s fingers never ceasing their comforting ministrations in Bruce’s hair by threat of death by Kryptonite.

“Hey Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“Dumbass,” Bruce huffed softly.

Clark’s hand stilled and Bruce growled, it quickly resumed. “Do you not–”

Bruce sighed. “Like I said, ‘Dumbass’. I would’ve never let you come within 10 feet of my ass if I didn’t love you too.”

“Oh.” The fingers applied pressure and Bruce groaned softly. “Does that mean that–”

“Clark.”

“Sorry.”