Clark is fed up....he can hear the difference in Bruce's heart when they are fighting side by side...the banter back and forth...the side eyes...the way Clark is able to crush the toughest rocks...lift the heaviest of weights...but is careful around Bruce...Bruce is so hard headed... Clark's eyes ignite, his chest is out, his muscles ripple.....Get your head out of that damn cowl and look at me! I am right here, I have always been here!
In the cave, Bruce in an instant is pinned in his chair, the cowl is ripped off and there is a tongue. Hot, thick, needing deep inside his throat as Clark kisses him. Bruce's eyes shut tight...his gloved hands immediately wrap around as best as he could the expanse of Clark's torso. Bruce's groans are muffled...his erection is rock hard needing release, pushing into the confines of his tights. Clark feels the pressure, without breaking the kiss his hands break the very fibers of Bruce's protective suit. His hand wraps around Bruce's cock and he mentally is bashing Bruce, your body is calling for me...why didn't you say anything you idiot?!
Clark shifts down onto his knees taking that demanding cock into his mouth, he reaches up inserting his fingers into Bruce's mouth, He will not let Bruce speak...Bruce groans against Clark's hand, the scream is trapped and so is he...
