“Clark I know your on the on the way here— it’s best that you fly back .”
“Why Bruce is your boy toy already on the way?”
Clark responded back a minute later after landing on the balcony, and forcing open the glass door that connects to the outside world and the room together.
Bruce responded back irritated “You know you’re not shit—why do you keep trying to ruin my dates ?”
“I’m ruining your date? I’m not even worried about you—what if I just came to pick up dick”
They both knew he’s lying straight through his teeth, he just wants to start to some bullshit agurment.
“Then he’s downstairs waiting for daddy” Bruce smirked slightly after hearing the doorbell ring, his date arrived pretty early which annoyed Clark even more.
“Hm, he drives a pretty nice car he doesn’t really fit the “high class” look though-“ he was looking through the blinds of the window staring at down the man hoping that he’d either, A. See him and get scared or B. realize he’s possibly messing with a “married man”.
“You drive a truck—shut up and leave Clark.” He interrupted.
Clark playfully rolled his eyes. “I know you don’t even want to go on this date, you’re dating just anybody to just forget me.” He moved closer to Bruce—resting his head on his shoulder and clasping his arms around his waist. “Poor Richard, having to see his mama whore himself out around everyday. He must want his family back.. us back you know.” The last few words slowly leaving his mouth because he knows it’ll hit Bruce right where he wants it.
“Me whoring myself out.. ? What I do on my dates aren’t none of your business.” Bruce intentionally ignored Clark’s last sentence, not wanting to give In.
“You know I listen in when you’re with them.. allll of your fake moans, fake pleas, they can’t even do you right. Atleast not like I do it.. rough and hard just how you want it ” He starts kissing at the viable parts of his neck that isn’t covered by his neck tab.
“Clark.” His face looks neutral while staring him down through the mirror “He’s downstairs you know, Dick let him in..”
“Alfred and Richard can keep him entertained, while I.. please mommy upstairs.” He takes in a long sniff from the subtle cologne that’s emanating from his neck which feels intoxicating for him.
“Pleasing mommy..? You’re just causing me more pain. You don’t want to let me go.”
“Neither do you, we might have more downs than ups but, we only understand each other need other. There isn’t a universe where Superman is without his Batman.
“I hate you, your a terrible man Clark”
“I could same about you, but we know I can’t stop coming right back to you”
Bruce turned his head to face Clark more who’s peering to look at him by his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.