Mm… Sub clark kent AND sub barry allen under one roof would be something… Clark trying to be good, trying to be organised being so perfect it hurts while Barry would deliberately try and get on your nerves… The punishments for either of them would be delicious… Forcing Barry to slow down in everything he does, edging him for hours and hours until he’s a crying mess loudly begging for release… Or clark, overstimulating him and making him repeat “i don’t have to be perfect” over and over again so much that after he cums one last time he’s in a daze constantly repeating it over and over again like a mantra in his head…
Also it would be so funny if Clark or barry forgot to zip up their fly before running out the house 😭 Like imagine after cleaning their cocks (they have to do rock paper scissors for who goes first) Barry is running late so he speeds out the door while Clark watches horrified but also kind of smug because he’s a better boy than Barry is. By the time barry realises he’s basically out on the front pavement in broad day light (no kids there because i say so narrator powers ig) , and you have to wave from upstairs and look down past him . As soon as he sees it he is RUNNING upstairs. In fact he can’t live ever again (it was super thrilling but also so embarrassing, especially if it was plugged up like everyoneeee knows he’s a freak now EVERYONEEE) It doesn’t help he’s punished after by having to slap his cock and repeat to himself to “slow down”
It’s even WORSE if it’s clark… clark? golden boy? sweetest most vanilla guy known to metropolis… He is the definition of holy country non judgmental kind sweet and the softest man known, but what if he let himself slip up… walking out the house as if everything is normal, especially if you have them naked around the house all the time. He thinks it’s a normal tuesday but as soon as he closes that door barry smirks “not my turn!”
You let him go out and didn’t bother coming because he comes back himself. It took a few odd stares in the street specifically looking down and some shocked flustered faces (he is large. and plugged.) even worse if lois came to pick him up and just started cackling.
“What’s wrong? Why are you laughing lois? stop laughing like that!” It takes a solid two minutes and lois making him turn away from the street while choking up before she finally fights out a sentence,
“Clark… your fly… it’s down..” It takes legit zero seconds for him to open the lobby door and rush up the stairs after that where you and barry are waiting for him.
He says apology after apology while you just stare disappointed (but fighting a grin that his little perfect image crumbled). You make him stroke himself before he left for at least 5 minutes by the window at an angle where no one can see him but it still feels humiliating. Barry gets to giggle and make comments after that at the watch tower , home, everywhere because it wasn’t him.
I SHOULD PROBABLY SAY! THIS IS AN INTENSE BLOG. I WILL PROBS MAKE DISCLAIMERS LATER BUT UM… YEAH.