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Clark's workday had dragged on at the Daily Planet; typical of Fridays he supposed. However, unlike most Fridays he found himself with barely any real work to do, he had spent most of his time clocked in running around doing meaningless errands for his colleagues. His senses had been heightened throughout the day as he was looking for any chance to slip off and attend to Superman business. However, somehow Metropolis managed to stay entirely harm free for the whole day! Even after Clark had clocked out and took the patrol rounds as Superman, nothing!
Clark had finally called it quits after the sun had finally finished setting and was now walking into his empty apartment. At this point, all he wanted to do was get out of his suits, slip into his comfy clothes, and get a full night's rest.
He undresses on the way to his room, leaving a breadcrumb trail of clothing leading to his bedroom. Fully naked, he gets to the bathroom and quickly brushes his teeth and rinses off his face. He finds a loose pair of lounge pants he had worn the night before and slips them on.
He curls into his bed, pulling the covers up to his neck as he settles on his back. He sighs and his lips curl into a satisfied grin. He was so cozy and warm; he began his final checks, listening to the beating hearts of his loved ones to ensure everyone was safe and sound. The thumping of his parents' hearts eased him; he could tell that they were sleeping soundly, and that brought him comfort. Lois was next; she maintained a calm slow beat. Clark could feel himself melting deeper into his mattress as he listened in to the soft rise and fall of her chest.
Finally, Bruce-
Thuthump thuthump thuthump-
His heart was beating abnormally fast, was he okay? Was he still out fighting crime? Clark furrowed his brows and listened in closer,
"Fuck- oh fuck-" he can clearly hear Bruce whimper. He was in trouble-
Just as Clark was getting ready to throw off the covers and jump into action-
"Ngh- oh- Oh God," Clark could make out a rhythmic sound that was slick and wet.
Bruce wasn't in trouble at all, Clark realized. His own heart was now racing. Clark's eyes went wide, and a red flush flooded his skin, leaving him hot all over. He could hear Bruce huffing so vividly; he could almost feel the warm breath against his neck.
Clark looked down at the tent that had started to form in the pants he had thrown on. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and smothered his rapidly heating face with the soft pillow below his head. He tried focusing on his own breathing, thinking he could force himself to calm down and get a grip. He prayed his rapidly hardening dick would just calm down on its own; or better yet, he would suddenly just fall asleep.
He tried desperately to focus back on Lois' calm breath, but his head was filled with the soft grunts and moans that escaped Bruce's spit slicked lips; he couldn't tune any of it out.
He heard it all, the soft squelching of a large rough hand soaked in a mix of precum and lube, how Bruce's breath hitched when he reached his free hand up to take a sensitive pink nipple between his middle and ring finger. Clark gasped and palmed himself through his lounge pants. He let out a deep breathy sigh, contemplating what he was about to do. Clark began fighting himself; he absolutely knew it was wrong, but at the same time he also knew that if he could just manage to keep his mouth shut then there was no issue, and this overwhelming guilt would eventually leave him on its own.
Clark groaned, annoyed with himself, and ultimately succumbed to his desires, quickly shoving his pants down to his knees, exposing his thick aching cock. a whine escaped his lips as the cool air hit his uncomfortably hot skin following the exposure.
Clark wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, slowly dragging up caressing the underside of his tip with his thumb shuddering as he finally made contact with the hole, collecting a generous bead of precum that had accumulated and spread it down his length.
"What the fuck am I doing?" He asked himself; nonetheless, he began stroking himself, setting a steady pace. Clark was so ashamed of himself. This was such a horrible invasion of privacy; Bruce had no idea what was happening. He began to imagine how Bruce would react.
"What the actual fuck is wrong with you, Kent?!"
"You’re a disgusting little pervert, what should I do to punish you, hm?"
Maybe he would even put his hands on Clark, shove him around a little. Clark would most definitely allow that; he would want Bruce to feel the power he holds over him, for Bruce to know he's in charge.
Clark moaned, soft blue eyes fluttering shut at the scenarios invading his imagination. He would happily be nothing more than a pet to Bruce, following his every command he would do anything for Bruce to tell him how good he was being just for him.
Clark gripped his cock tighter began thrusting into his hand. If Bruce happened to find out, would he tell him off for being a naughty dog and give him a taste of his own medicine? Maybe even force Clark to get himself off while Bruce watched from afar, steel blue eyes and cold gaze never leaving the shameful extraterrestrial, fuck it was too much. Clark's abdomen clenched as he tried to regain control over his body.
"Ngh fuck" Bruce whimpered, his milky skin was glistening with sweat in the low warm lighting that cascaded in his bedroom.
Even with his eyes shut, Clark could see Bruce arching up into his hand as he quickened his pace.
Clark started to imagine himself on top of Bruce, caging him under with one arm as both of their cocks rutted together desperately, his other large hand holding them both against each other. Both of their large cocks would messily slip out of place every few strokes thanks to both their greedy attempts to thrust against each other and the excess amount of slick dripping from Clark's needy cock.
Clark stroked his own cock in time with Bruces powerful thrusts, he watched with need as Bruce fucked his own hand, he should be fucking his mouth Clark thought, feeling himself get jealous of Bruce’s own hand. He let his tongue roll out of his mouth, wishing Bruce would slurp it into his own mouth and begin gently sucking the muscle into further submission.
"Haaah
Clark could see Bruce's face start to scrunch up.
"Please Bruce" Clark choked out into the empty air. "Please let me see you cum, I know I’ve been bad but please- ngh- please I wanna see you feel good." He begged.
Bruce's head hit the pillow with a soft thud. He moaned out, he was so close. He tightened his hand and with a few more messy strokes, Bruce's cock erupted, spurting white hot cum that landed all over his lower abdomen. Bruce was panting in a way Clark had never heard, not even when they fought alongside each other.
Amid the panting, Clark could make out something else, Bruce was calling out for something.
"hah- c-clark fuck." He grunted under his breath.
There was no way. He must've been hearing things; his imagination was running wild.
Clark's mind was racing with all of the times Bruce had made contact with him. All of the pats on the shoulder, the countless times at the JLA meeting table when their hard muscular thighs would graze, neither of them reclaiming their personal space. The times Bruce had placed a large steady hand on Clark's thick side as he helped zip up his suit from the back. Clark was driving himself crazy, he had wanted Bruce for so long but refused to admit anything to the Dark Knight, and now, he could hear Bruce calling out his name. Fuck.
Clark ran a large hand through his damp curls,
"Bruce- hah-" He clenched his teeth.
"B I-I'm cumming, just for you hah- only for you." The Kryptonian whined as he shot out into his hand.
He threw his head back onto the pillow with a loud sigh, laying still for a moment before reaching over to his nightstand to grab a tissue. he thoroughly wiped his hand clean of his release, as he threw the used tissue to the nightstand his phone buzzed, odd who would be texting him at this hour, was something wrong? he sprang into action flipping his phone over,
Saturday
Bruce
Can I see you? 3:58 am