Ice-cold hands slid upwards along his sides, creeping along his bare body. One hand wrapped around his jaw, fingers splayed with a proprietary gentleness that belied the strength Bruce knew they held. Slowly, Clark tilted his head to the side, the movement unhurried. Iced breath ghosted along the sensitive skin of his throat, raising goosebumps in its wake before a slick tongue slid along the surface, tracing the frantic pulse beneath.
“K-Kal,” Bruce gasped, the sound ragged and weak. His heart was pounding in anticipation, echoing in his ears. Already, it was too much, the sheer intimacy, the sensations; they were all utterly unbearable. He wasn’t sure how he could handle more, if he was already falling apart. “Kal, please, I-” He trailed off, the plea nothing more than a desperate, incoherent rambling.
Clark inhaled deeply, a long, shuddering breath. His nose brushed along the side of his throat, from the curve of his jaw down to the hollow. A low growl built in his chest, vibrating through Bruce’s bones with its intensity. “Bruce,” He breathed, the name reverent on his lips. Sharp teeth scraped against his skin, the promise alone enough to make Bruce’s knees buckle. Kal’s other arm, the one that had been tracing along his ribs, wrapped around his waist and pulled him back against his firm, unyielding chest, keeping him upright. “Say it,” He rasped, his voice low and gravelly. “Beg.”
It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
The scrape of teeth was agony against his sensitive skin, the itch of desire burning within. Only Kal could soothe it. He was the only one who ever could. He tilted his head in submission, pressing back into Kal’s chest. “Please,” He whispered, the word barely audible compared to the pounding of his heart. “Bite me, please, Kal, I-I need it. I need you to - hng!”
Kal’s teeth sank into the soft flesh of his throat without hesitation, his grip tightening ever so slightly on Bruce’s jaw, holding him perfectly still. As always, the initial feeling was a sharp, painful sting, the shock of it making him jolt. But the pain never lasted long. With each deep, pulling mouthful drawn from hiis veins, a warm, floaty sensation washed over him, spreading outward through his system from the bite itself. His muscles went lax, all tension melting away as he sank bonelessly into that loving embrace. A soft, broken moan fell unbidden from his lips, a sound of pure pleasure. His eyelids fluttered, heavy as lead as heat pooled low in his belly.
“K-Kal,” He gasped breathlessly, hips twitching helplessly against the thigh pressed between his legs. The hand around his waist shifted, sinking lower and lower, until cold fingers cupped his mound.
The vampire’s teeth pulled from his throat with a wet, sucking sound. His tongue darted out to lap at the escaping droplets of blood. Kal’s tongue flicked upward towards his ear, tracing the shell and nipping at the love. “Delicious,” He purred, deep and utterly satisfied. Two fingers sank effortlessly into Bruce’s lush, dripping cunt. “So,” He thrusted them in.
“Very,” He pulled them out, Bruce moaning as his back arched in unadulterated bliss.
“Delicious.” He rasped, plunging them in again as his teeth buried in Bruce’s throat once more.
