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Bruce meets Clark for the first time when the reporter comes to Gotham for a piece in the daily planet. When he sees the intense blue of Clarkās eyes and his blindingly charming smile he almost has an anxiety attack from how very attractive his is. Bruce makes something of an idiot of himself, stumbling over a greeting when he takes in the size of muscles that build the man in front of him. In fact he stumbles through the interview in its entirety, the blush on his face reaching down to his chest and shoulders with how much heās trying not to stare at Clarkās absolutely obscene throat. By the end heās nearly worn himself out, which is probably why he idiotically asks Clark out to dinner with him. Which ended up being the best decision heās made, what with how Clark blushed before agreeing.
After months of dating Clark, Bruce meets Superman and immediately knows itās Clark. (honestly what person throws on glasses and hopes no one with recognize them when theyāre only the strongest being on earth???) Heās waiting patiently for Clark, suit in hand, when he returns from his shower. He just stares at Clark whoās gone pale as paper, eyes on the giant S, before Bruce reaches behind him to throw his cowl at him. Clark stares at it for minutes gaping like a fish and then his mother hen takes over and itās all Bruce can do to try to get his himbo boyfriend off of him telling him heās fine and heās not hurt. Because of course Clark wouldnāt care so much that heās Batman, but that he might be hurt.
Their first time is messy and Bruce feels awkward, like he doesnāt know what he should be doing with his limbs. Also because Clark is built like a greek god. Clark chuckles and is sweet, red faced and all. When he pushes inside, Bruce gets so tense he worries heās hurt him when a long, low, whimper fills his ears. When Clark looks down at Bruce his eyes are wet and his eyebrows are drawn up. Heās as vulnerable as heās ever seen the young caped crusader. Shaking hands reach up to Clarkās face, stopping before they make contact, and then just a wrecked whisper of, āplease, I-ā and heās gone.
Bruce is surprised at how vocal he is and his face feels on fire because heās not able to stop it. His voice betrays him over and over and itās so worth it. āHarderā he begs. And itās worth the growl that demand tears from Clarkās throat, worth the new brutal pace heās being inflicted with. He doesnāt even know what heās begging for anymore but Clarkās hands are like iron chains where they hold him, light purple lighting up his skin in the shape of hands and kisses. Clark is pushing words into his hair, sweet nothings and promises Bruce thinks heāll never be able to keep but god be damned if he doesnāt try.
He wonāt admit it but the way that Clarkās body almost envelopes his is what does him in. The sheer power behind those hands is all it takes. Knees pinned up by his ears he cries as heās worked through his climax, tears burning tracks down the side of his face. Heās absolutely wrecked, and so is Clark when he comes. Clark letās out a guttural sound, straight from his chest and it vibrates against Bruceās limp body below. His face blooms redder if possible at the feeling of being filled. Clark is groaning, whining even as he wraps arms around the smaller man and pulling him close, shaking and shivering. It takes longer than it should for Bruce to realize Clark is still coming, and the thought alone makes him whimper against his strong chest. He can feel it. Itās hot and his stomach feels full to burst.
āIām so sorry Bruce, I should have warned you about thatā¦ itās-ā
āāembarrassing and I get if you donāt want me to- wait what?ā
āI said itās fine. Now shut it Kansas.ā
āYou think itās hot, donāt you..ā
