Hal hums as he curls into Clark’s warmth, the Kryptonian’s body temperature almost a full ten degrees higher than a human’s. It feels nice, especially with the slight chill in the air tonight. Clark’s arms wrap around him and the other hero cuddles Hal, pressing a kiss into messy brown hair. Hal ignores the cracked headboard and torn up sheets, just using a slight construct to pull the undamaged blankets over them both. He lifts his face up for a soft kiss from Clark, languid and unhurried unlike when they’d been having sex earlier.
It’s nice having this sort of relationship. One where Hal knows the soft touches, the kind words and affection are real and not a means of manipulation. Where Hal knows that the other man loves him but doesn’t want to control him, to possess him. Where Hal is treated as an equal, as something precious.
He loves Clark and loves being loved by Clark.