I am suddenly hit with a soft thought about post sex superbat that would make a pretty cute ficlet, after a date or something, Clark has worn Bruce down as usual, who is knocked out in their messy bed and Clark comes out with a cloth to clean him up and he's so enamored by Bruce's messed up state, his lipstick is smudged all the way to his neck, his eye make up messing up his whole face because of his tears and he's covered in hickeys and bruises and he looks so so pretty sleeping like that. And Clark is so in love with him.
It would be such a cute and adorable little snippet in time
No matter how many times Clark witnessed the beauty that was Bruce, he was always hit with it like with a mallet.
Even when completely worn out, or maybe especially then, Bruce was so beautiful it was stealing Clark's breath away, and he just needed a moment to admire him every time.
His pale skin, covered in bright red marks left by Clark's teeth and nails. By his hands holding too tightly.
The absolute mess of his hair - usually so perfectly styled, now just another evidence of their passion.
His make up already left smudges on the pillow from where his face was pressed into it to muffle the cries of ecstasy. The paint soaked into the fabric along with the tears that ruined it in the first place, leaving dark trails down Bruce's perfect face.
Bruce left home for their date looking like he came straight from the cover of a fashion magazine.
Now he looked like an incarnation of every single one of Clark's wet dreams.
And despite all that. Despite looking like he just survived a hard battle full of sweat and tears, he slept peacefully, breathing softly through the parted lips, that not even half an hour ago were releasing lewd moans and cries for more so loud he lost his voice.
Clark finally approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge, and started cleaning Bruce, feeling so lucky to have this.
To see this man this satisfied and vulnerable.
