Something for all the mama/preg Bruce crowd...
**not usually my thing for pregnant Bruce...this is just something floating in my head**
Mpreg Bruce... Male lactation... Breastfeeding
The soft suckling of the baby feeding was the only sound. However, the throbbing fullness between his thighs didn't recede.... that persistent ache has left him feeling hyper-aware of every point of contact with Clark.
Clark picked up on the change in Bruce's breathing; noticing instantly.
His super-hearing caught the sudden, heavy skip of Bruce’s pulse. The way the blood was rushing hot and dense through his veins was a symphony to his ears.
"Bruce?" Clark asked softly and placed his large palm resting flat against the side of Bruce's thigh. "Are you alright? Are the cramps getting worse?"
"No," Bruce rasped. He swallowed hard, his jaw clenching as the baby shifted against his chest, "It’s... it won't go away, Clark. The hormones, the water... having you right here. My body is entirely out of my control."
A slow, understanding warmth bloomed across Clark’s features. His hand slid slowly up Bruce’s thigh. A firm thumb tracing a heavy, deliberate circle against the sensitive skin just below the edge of the towel.
"It's okay," Clark murmured, leaning in until his breath brushed against Bruce’s damp ear. His words full with primal, heavy desire. "You just spent nine months fighting your own body... it's perfectly fine to...give in to your wants."
"Clark..." Bruce groaned, his head tilting back against the pillows as Clark’s hand moved a fraction higher, aiming for the throbbing ache between Bruce’s legs. "I am completely spent. I can barely lift my arms... and yet..."
"I know," Clark whispered, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of Bruce’s mouth, then down the line of his jaw. "I've got you. You don't have to do anything. Just let me take care of it."
With care, ensuring he didn't disturb their swaddled newborn safely latched to Bruce’s chest, Clark shifted his weight onto the bed. He slipped his large hand beneath the fold of the towel, his fingers finally closing around the rigid, weeping length of Bruce’s erection.
Bruce choked on a gasp, his free hand instantly flying to Clark’s shoulder, his fingers digging desperately into the solid muscle. The contact was explosive. His hips involuntarily twitched upward into Clark’s palm.
"Easy," Clark cooed, his thumb smoothing over the slick, sensitive tip, deliberately slowing his motion, "Slow down, darling...breathe."
"I can't," Bruce panted, his eyes squeezed shut as a deep, heavy friction began to build in his pelvis, mixing entirely with the lingering, dull ache of the uterine cramps. It was an overwhelming wave of pure sensation, "it's been forever since you touched me."
"Shhh...it is alright, now." Clark watched him fiercely with every steady stroke becoming firmer. He pressed his chest gently against Bruce’s free side, enveloping in absolute warmth.
"I can hear you," Clark whispered against his lips, capturing Bruce’s ragged breaths with his own. "You're close...go my love...now"
With a low, shattered cry that he buried into Clark’s mouth, Bruce arched off the bed. His body locked tight, a heavy, violent release pulsing thick and hot across Clark’s fingers and onto his own lower stomach.
The baby didn't even stir, merely letting out a soft, milky sigh as he finished feeding, his tiny head lulling back against Bruce's damp skin.
Bruce slumped heavily into the pillows, his chest heaving as his heart rate beautifully drifted back down into a calm, steady rhythm. Clark smiled softly, using a corner of the towel to gently clean Bruce’s skin before pulling the heavy, warm duvet up over all three of them.
He slid into the space beside Bruce, wrapping one massive arm around Bruce’s shoulders and pulling the smaller, fragile bundle of their son securely into the space between them.
"you amazing man" Clark murmured, kissing Bruce's temple as Bruce’s eyelids grew impossibly heavy. "I love you, and will be here for you..both of you."
Bruce drifted to sleep...he was calm, happy... finally in Clark's arms. And holding their child he hoped this was not a dream.
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