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Bruce idly scanned the room he was in, actually feeling content for once. There was no threat at this very moment in time. He’d managed to convince the League, though relatively new, to step in to keep a closer watch on Gotham in his absence, but from what he’d gathered his rogues seemed to decide that it was less fun if they weren’t tormenting him personally, though he still worried about what could easily happen in his absence. With Joker between escape attempts, there was less to worry about. Gotham was covered, the world was protected, and he’d finally accomplished a task that had been hanging over his head for months. Much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was mostly thanks to the man by his side. Clark Kent. Superman. However, for this task, he’d allowed the use of his birth name, Kal-El.

He loved hearing that name. It was elegant. Rolled off of his tongue pleasantly… not like he had sat and practiced, trying to get the inflection and mouth posturing correct. And if he had, it would have been nobody’s business but his own, even if the man in question had heard him on at least one occasion and showed up expecting an urgent situation and finding nothing but Bruce lounging and looking over some files.

The room they were currently in could best be described as a banquet hall, nicely decorated and filled with alien bodies. Bodies that Bruce wouldn’t have been able to imagine with ease before this. Some were quite beautiful… others, not so much. This feast was being thrown to celebrate the successful negotiation of a peace treaty between a small group of planets, Earth included, before things came to blows. Much to Bruce’s relief, it seemed everyone came out mostly satisfied.

They were, however, seated on the floor. Still, it was a rather comfortable spot to lounge. The pair were placed on large cushions in their own small alcove, though it was stressed that they were the guests of honor, and had been making idle chitchat with the few that had sat with them on occasion, coming and going, much like one of the parties he was used to accompanying as himself, but without him needing to mill around on his own. He suspected there was some kind of heating element underneath the cushions. If he wasn’t intended to be receptive to conversation, he was certain he would take the best nap of his life. Bruce relaxed entirely against the man by his side, felt him tense up, and finally accept his weight with a slightly amused sigh. The moment felt wonderfully normal despite their abnormal surroundings.

Placing words on their relationship was difficult. Robin, Dick, had teased him time and time again about what he insisted was a crush on Superman, but that word felt so juvenile. Maybe it was because the kid himself was barely even 15. Though, he was certain he couldn’t just write it off as being close friends. He wasn’t even sure Clark — Kal, while they were here, or in private, was interested in men even though he knew the man had hinted before that, in the study of his own history, it seemed most Kryptonians had moved past having a rigid sexuality. Kal had mentioned that he ‘didn’t fall far from the tree’ in that regard, so there was definitely a possibility. Beyond that… he hadn’t contemplated if it was something he wanted, or something that just sounded good. He decided the pain those thoughts put his heart through sometimes wasn't worth the contemplation, but he was leaning toward it being something he truly desired. It just felt right.

“Have you tried the food tonight?” Bruce asked, keeping the conversation light. He was aware multiple sets of eyes were on them, watching closely. That was normal for him. Kal, to a degree, he supposed, when fulfilling his duties as Superman. Still, Bruce wanted to keep him comfortable. A warm hand settled on his waist. He noticed something that could best be described as a purr and remembered reading somewhere in the fortress files Kal so generously granted him access, that Kryptonians could purr in moments of true happiness. He was certain he’d never witnessed him do this in person, even in private. Even when he flashed a smile at Lois, or rescued her from danger, Bruce never heard a sound this content. His heart felt warm and heavy with affection.

“I actually haven’t.”

“You’re purring,” Bruce pointed out absentmindedly, finding his lips beginning to settle in a small smile.

“Haven’t done it since I was a child… feels nice,” he admitted, smiling.

He stilled when he felt Kal shift. Instead of moving away, lips brushed over the side of his head, accompanying a deep inhale. Clark wasn’t usually so open about the way he practically inhaled his scent, but Bruce had a feeling that the slight personality change that came with each name slowly lowered inhibitions, until just Kal-El, the last child of a dead planet, remained and his impulses were allowed to be further satisfied. “You should eat something, Kal,” he urged and nudged at one of the plates in front of him.

“You know I don’t really need to eat all that much. Just put me in the sun and I’ll be good. Like a houseplant,” he said, joking.

“Humor me.” His smile grew just a little bit. He looked over the contents of the table before settling on a fruit he knew the man had enjoyed before at one of their meals. It was a vibrant purple that had stained both of their lips and fingertips, but it was beyond pleasant. Soft, but not mushy or stringy, and almost left his mouth tingling with a sweetness that was accompanied by an aftertaste that was almost salty. This time it was served in cleanly presented slices, a light dusting of some sort of spice on them.

“Maybe in a little bit.”

Bruce felt almost like melting under the gaze he was being given. Eyes such a deep and beautiful blue there was no true earthly shade to match. They were almost purple without those glasses. Truly worth the adoration the self-proclaimed ‘Superfans’ gave them. And if he frequented those forums as well, it was nobody’s business but his own, and he felt it necessary to do the research. If there was a threat rising against his friend he wanted to nip it at the bud. His smile was so genuine and warm, also worth the praise it was given online. And sure, maybe he commented sometimes, but nobody needed to know that either. It was a truly soft expression he’d never seen captured on camera before. Bruce always felt lucky to see it. Eat your hearts out, Superfans, he thought, almost smugly. This is for my eyes only.

He felt bold, under the adoring gaze. He took a slice in one hand and smiled over at him, raising it toward Kal’s mouth. “Guess it’s up to me to do it for you.”

Finally the man accepted the bite offered, though there was a faint blush on his face. Kal’s lips brushed against a couple of his fingertips, leaving them feeling almost electrified. He hadn’t expected it to feel quite this intimate. He was further surprised when Kal took another bite, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as a satisfied hum escaped him. “Good,” he praised under his breath, but knew he was heard.

Kal was leaning in a little bit closer now, and took a couple more very small bites, very clearly playing a little bit now. Leave it to him to take something intimate and turn it into something that was almost silly, almost innocent. Despite the amusement, he was certain he could see something else in those eyes of his. Something akin to desire, genuine want. “You know,” Kal said, tone almost teasing, but still genuine, “I’m pretty sure that counts as a marriage proposal in some places.”

“Correct!” An alien that had just sat at their table said, proudly. Every other alien of that species, the ones that natively inhabited the planet they were currently on, looked proud and excited. “Let me be the first to congratulate you on your, um… how you humans would say, betrothal!”

A sound, which Bruce knew to be the alien’s name, escaped Kal’s throat. There was visible embarrassment, but alongside it he placed… amusement. Happiness. Kal was happy. “We are not from here,” Kal reminded in a measured, calm tone, chuckling. “Human. Kryptonian."

“Our treaty extends to marriages and betrothals! Oh, please, please allow us to handle the arrangements! You will be wed! Don’t worry! Enjoy your feast, we shall prepare!”

“So the wedding takes place–”

“On the date of betrothal! A celebration is always a wonderful thing, and we hate to keep a happy pair from finally becoming mates! Relax, relax!”

They were finally left alone, the resident species milling about and busying themselves. Bruce almost felt like laughing. He wasn’t sure he could help it this time. “I always imagined my wedding would be a little more… me.”

“I’m sure you did. And you’d spare no expense, knowing you,” he said, leaning in to drop his voice to a whisper, “Mr. Wayne.” Kal knew that tone of voice drove him crazy. He had to know. The way it always made his heart flutter or skip a beat. There was no way his companion wasn’t listening to it. The man leaned back against the wall, another pleased purr coming from him. “Let me guess… high society. Your garden? Or… maybe a destination? Make it an adventure. A champagne tower, a multitiered cake. Live musicians? The finest foods. Everything timed to the minute… including a fashionably late entrance to the reception. The nicest tux you own… I can’t even begin to imagine how… how you’d manage to look better than you do now, but you’d find a way. I’m sure you would. Always one-upping yourself. The kind of wedding and the kind of groom you could only hope to find in a fantasy, or in a magazine spread. Unreal… and yet, you’d find a way.”

“Did you just… call me attractive?”

“We’re betrothed,” Kal said, laughing, “I think you deserve a compliment.”

“You know I don’t love extravagant parties. They’re more of an expectation… but I can’t imagine it being bad with you. Hell, I’d be happy if we just met at a courthouse. Get it over with… but your wedding…” He trailed off, thinking for a moment, smiling. “You’d choose something more practical. Still nice, but not disgustingly rich. Maybe you’d finally get a suit that fits! Cheap sparkling wine. Some midgrade catering that tastes better than it really is just because of the occasion. A traditional cake, maybe two tiers, white buttercream, one of those precious toppers. And you’d still find a way to steal the show. You are the kind of man a parent hopes their daughter… or son… brings home. Your wedding would be a warm and welcome celebration, not some high society event… it would be so… perfectly you. Anyone would be lucky to attend.”

Kal’s expression was now alarmingly similar to the one he wore as Clark, mostly thanks to the blush. Still, there was a sharpness to his eyes, a confident and comfortable, almost intimidating posturing to his body. The perfect mix of the three of his personalities, Bruce thought. He’d uncovered the most genuine part of him, even if for just a minute.

“I know you’d have yours in the morning,” Bruce continued, still smiling, “and you’d be right to. You look absolutely radiant under the sun.”

“And yours would be in moonlight, with the stars shimmering in your eyes. They always catch the light so nicely… like marmoris on a winter’s ocean.” Kal leaned in a little bit closer, looking as soft as ever. Bruce would never fail to be surprised by how much of a romantic the man was. Maybe it just came with being a writer. Whatever the reason, he enjoyed it deeply. “I love meeting you in the dark…. It’s like the moon and stars shine just for you. I would never want anything different for you.”

Bruce felt almost like preening under all the praise he was earning. Kal seemed truthful. They’d been dancing around this attraction for years, anyway. At least, Bruce had been ignoring the obvious. Clark’s hands always lingered a moment longer than necessary when they met at civilian events, and Superman pushed it even farther than that. The increased time together, learning his heartbeat, the sincere interest in him, his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, had all been actions taken out of love, and he’d been too stupid to realize it. He’d thought Alfred and Dick were merely poking fun at him, but it seemed he was simply the last to understand what was happening… or, maybe Clark was the last to realize. Either way, he couldn’t be too mad at it. “The treaty extends to Earth… I’d say we should stage something, but it… Gotham might become more unstable knowing you’re going to be around,” he lamented. “Superman and Batman being married publicly… I don’t know. Not good. What’d we do, anyway? A full wedding in the suits? An announcement?”

“We've not even gotten married once, and you're already planning a second wedding?” Kal was actually laughing this time, smile bright and radiant. A chill ran down his spine when he noticed the pronounced canines and bicuspids, staring at them while he was allowed to admire. The faint purple staining his lips didn't do anything to make him look less desirable.  “But I understand. Keep out of your city… or at least, keep quiet when I'm there. Makes sense.”

“So if we don't tell anybody how far do we take this, Kal? Do our civilian identities get married?” He whispered the last part, hoping nobody else would hear him.

“You're interested?! Who are you and what have you done with my B!” He continued laughing, but was visibly checking the man out. Bruce was almost jealous of how Kal looked, wearing Kryptonian robes as a sign of his heritage, trying to establish goodwill between himself and those old enough to remember Krypton. Kal looked elegant, but imposing. Bruce was wearing robes in a complimentary color to keep a unified appearance, according to Kryptonian tradition, but they looked so natural on Kal. Still, he was thankful there was no real need to wear his cowl here. There weren’t really any photos that could be taken, and despite the discomfort of being seen he'd still been addressed simply as B during his time here. It felt almost wrong being addressed like that by anyone other than Kal or Dick.

An alien, who had clearly heard them, stopped and did an expression Bruce had learned was approval, or something akin to a smile. “We fill the air at our parties with a special… pheromone… it lowers inhibitions, it encourages truth, and,  in some cases, it can help someone fully embrace their mate!”

Kal hesitated, smile dropping. Bruce would give almost anything just to bask in the radiance of his genuine smile again. “Are you sure a marriage is the best option when neither party is in their right minds?”

They let out a chittering huff, but still seemed slightly amused. “Your mental faculties are still fully functional. The truth simply comes easier, this way. Think of it almost like a… a… truth serum. I believe that is what you terrans call it. Releases endorphins in your brains, too. I think that's the word.”

Kal seemed doubtful, but still nodded a little bit. “If you say so.”

“Do you think you could give us a sample before we leave?” Bruce asked, highly intrigued. They’d finally found a substance capable of impacting Kal’s biology.

“We will definitely consider your request,” the alien stated with a respectful bow of the head. “If it was up to me, I’d give you as much as you’d like, but unfortunately…”

“I understand,” Bruce assured. “Thank you for humoring me.”

Finally it took its leave. Kal just sighed, but kept the same casual posture. It seemed the truest version of him was sticking around for at least a while longer. “I like seeing this side of you,” Bruce admitted. “I feel… special. The real Superman.”

“Mm… you’ve known the real me for years. I’ve never been anything but.”

“This feels… different. Good different.”

“Could say the same for you. You've been uncharacteristically chipper.” Kal just shrugged and leaned back on the cushions placed against the wall, relaxing fully. Bruce wished badly that he had X-ray vision, too. He knew he’d never be able to be as reserved with it as his companion was. Kal looked almost regal. Part of him had feared this very sight when they first met. The man with the powers of a god. A natural born conqueror of worlds. It would be so easy for him to simply take over the Earth. The man sent an almost lazy smile his way. Bruce felt a chill run down his spine at the pronounced canines and bicuspids, the same slightly fanged appearance mirrored on his bottom teeth. This man could so easily become a predator. He was thankful once again for the deeply kind heart that resided in him.

Bruce longed to feel those teeth and lips against his fingers again and picked up the half eaten slice of fruit, leaning in closer. “You didn’t finish, you know,” he whispered, pressing the fruit lightly against already stained lips. A pathetic sound almost escaped him when his fingertips were given a playful, but purposeful nip. It was almost like Kal could read his mind. It was all too soon that the fruit was gone.

Kal picked up a slice, this time placing it against Bruce’s lips. “Allow me to return the favor,” he purred. Once again Bruce felt almost small and insignificant. Somehow, the robes made him look more authoritative and Bruce was shocked at just how much it was affecting him. He took a small bite obediently and felt almost like he could melt at the satisfied smile it earned him. Bruce shivered when gentle fingertips brushed over his lips. “Ah… beautiful.”

He purposefully nipped at his fingers on the next bite he took, meeting those unearthly eyes yet again. Bruce already knew every single twitch of his muscles was being catalogued, but he didn’t mind. He continued taking small, measured bites, allowing his teeth and tongue to carefully graze warm fingertips. Even when the fruit was gone, those same fingertips brushed against his lips once more. Bruce returned the gesture, allowing Kal to playfully nip at and chase his fingertips a few times, the same way a puppy would. He felt almost like a plaything. “Kal?”

“Mm… yeah?” He backed off, a satisfied purr escaping him.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

Kal knit his brows for a second. “Thought about what?”

“You know…” Bruce hesitated. “Taking over the world. How easy it would be for you… how you could rule so easily.”

The kryptonian frowned, then looked away with an almost uncomfortable expression. Clearly a nerve had been struck. “Yeah,” he admitted in a quiet tone, “I’ve thought about it. I’m aware of it… but B… I don’t want to do it. I don’t like thinking about it. Sometimes I just get so frustrated seeing leaders making the same mistakes over and over again. Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a world made of cardboard. Everything… everyone… is so fragile. I’m afraid of what I could do.” Deep blue eyes locked on him again. “That’s why I’m lucky to have you around. If anybody could find a way to take me down, it would be you. Why do you ask?”

The honesty was truly sobering. The amount of trust placed in him alone almost made him feel dizzy. “I just… you look so regal in your robes. Powerful, intimidating. You could command this entire room.” Bruce shifted in closer still, lazily trailing his fingertips along his chest. “Like a king.”

“That doesn’t seem to bother you,” Kal observed, still casually lounging. “Is that something you’d like to see?”

“I…” He trailed off, but still found himself resting his forehead against Kal's. “I have to admit, it is rather… attractive.” There was a loud purr that was verging on the territory of a growl. It felt like it went straight to his core. Bruce already knew he was deeply aroused. He also knew Kal could likely smell it on him. His eyes were shut and he could feel his lips just barely brushing over Kal’s, both hands now pressing lightly against his chest. “Do that again,” he breathed.

“You really are something else, B.” One of Kal’s hands pressed carefully against the small of his back, other arm draped lazily over the cushions in the corner. “This planet is… is good with PDA, yeah? I mean… considering their idea of public proposals.”

“I think so… seen some other couples looking pretty… intimate with each other. I think this is expected of us, anyway, considering our engagement.”

“Good.”

Bruce was happy to finally earn himself a kiss, but was surprised at the tenderness. Their lips were simply locked together, no motion, no expectations, but somehow still heated. They remained like that for a good moment before they finally had to break for Bruce to breathe. He was aware, somewhere in his mind, that there had been a murmur of excitement at their kiss. Bruce initiated another kiss, this one slow and deep. It felt like they were made to fit with each other. He adored how casually Kal was accepting his affection, truly acting as though he deserved everything he was offered and more. He knew that was essentially what he’d requested, but it was enough to start driving him out of his mind with desire. When the kiss broke he was breathless and jealous of Kal not even being a little bit winded. Damn kryptonian biology with its insane lung capacity and its efficient oxygen delivery. “You know… the flight home is on autopilot,” he whispered, “16 hours all alone.”

Again there was that growl-like purr, pulling him further out of his head. Kal looked like he could devour him. Maybe it was the endorphins, but he knew he was a goner already. “Can’t believe I managed to tie down Bruce Wayne,” Kal whispered, burying his face against the crook of his neck.

“I can’t believe I managed to tie down Superman,” he said to return the sentiment, letting out a quiet chuckle. He could only imagine how the Superfans would feel about this and already felt a deep self satisfaction. Maybe he’d need to make an account on one of those forums that made it clear it was him, just so he could get a healthy amount of gloating in. He was mulling over that idea, but had to scratch it when he realized that he couldn’t make an account as Bruce and marry Clark without giving away Superman’s identity and, perhaps by extension, Batman’s identity.

Unfortunately the moment was cut short by another alien. He felt a very low growl escaping Kal, barely audible but deeply possessive. They just seemed amused. Bruce wondered if all kryptonians had been known to be so possessive of their mates. “I have come to the understanding that humans are averse to public coitus,” it stated plainly. “However, consummation is required. I feel we need to discuss how to proceed.”

Bruce sighed, the arm around him holding tighter. “Is there a way to do it in a private setting? Or at least some kind of… barrier? I believe this being a ritual means copulation must be sacred to your culture as well, but for humans, it tends to be a very private and intimate act.” He ran a hand soothingly through soft, black hair. “In our culture, newlyweds typically go on a special trip for the sake of privacy and celebration of their marriage. I’m sure that may seem a bit… odd, to such an open culture… but if you could humor us, we would appreciate it deeply.”

“I… I believe I can arrange for private quarters,” the alien stated, appearing a little bit surprised. Bruce assumed the alien thought there would be more pushback. “There are some couples who prefer their privacy. Thank you for accepting this tradition.”

Kal still didn’t let up his hold when they were alone again. Bruce was surprised at how possessive he truly was. “I didn’t know we’d be expected to consummate it here,” Bruce said, laughing a little bit. “A bedding ceremony certainly is old fashioned. Could be fun.”

“As long as nobody gets to see what’s mine.” He grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin of Bruce’s neck and elicited a quiet hitch in their breath. “Even though I really wish they didn’t know what we were doing.”

“Really can’t be just friends after this, can we? Feels like they’re trying really hard to make it that way, at least.”

“I… I couldn’t’ve just been friends with you after marrying you anyway,” he confessed, voice muffled against soft skin. “I know it’s selfish. It’s greedy of me. Maybe it’s just how I was raised, but it just… means something to me that I don’t think I could ignore, B.”

Bruce continued running his fingers through hair he’d been certain he’d never be able to touch, messing it up just a little bit. “I know,” he whispered. “You’re allowed to be selfish with your spouse, Kal. I’d actually be concerned if you didn’t want me around. I know you think I might be detached, I know I compartmentalize, but this is different. And maybe I want to be demanding of you, too.” That earned him another quiet, rumbling purr. “And, if you didn’t know, you have quite a few admirers. It’s selfish of me to be so satisfied with myself. The things they say about you…”

“Do I wanna know?”

“People are just plain attracted to you. You’re easy on the eyes. There is, um… some discussion of what you might look like under the suit. Considering you’re not a human, people are curious about what’s… you know… down there.”

Kal now had an amused smile. “And you know what they discuss… because you look at their postings regularly.” He laughed, a genuine and bright smile back on his face. “Guess you’ll find out soon enough. Are you gonna tell them what it’s like? What’s their general consensus?”

“To be fair to you, they’re all generous when discussing how big they think you are.” Bruce was certain at least that much had to be the case. There was no way it wasn’t. “Some think you might lay eggs. Others assume ridges. A prehensile appendage, or maybe even something that unfolds, I guess. Other outlandish and imaginative concepts. And no, I don’t plan on telling them. This is just for me.”

“Well, I definitely don’t lay eggs. I’m pretty sure about that. It’s not prehensile. It doesn’t unfold. The rest… you get to find out on your own,” he said, blushing, but still laughing. “Anything else?”

“They love your eyes… some of them are fascinated with your teeth. Your ears, and their slight point. The consensus? You’re drop dead gorgeous, perfect, handsome, something ethereal and unattainable. Alien, but in a good way.”

Kal was startled, still blushing, but still amused. “My teeth and ears? Huh… And your thoughts?”

Bruce averted his gaze for a moment, feeling awkward even though he knew there was no reason to be shy now. This was the man he was about to marry. It wasn’t like Kal would  reject him now. “I… think they’ve reached a few good conclusions. You are truly out of this world.”

“I wish I knew you felt all these things sooner,” Kal said, gingerly tracing his fingers across the man’s cheek. “I guess I never was any good at making my intentions clear. I’ve always thought you were beautiful when you allow yourself to be. Really, you’re beautiful without actually trying. Even as Batman… you captivate me. Always have.”

“That why you seem to get stupid every time you get to interview me?”

“Maybe,” Kal said, laughing. “What can I say? Guess I’m a sucker for a pretty face.”

“Y’know, I was pretty concerned about that at first,” Bruce admitted. “I didn’t like thinking that the most dangerous being on the planet could be so clueless. Obviously I know you’re not like that now. You’re dangerously sharp, even if you’re impulsive.”

Kal grinned, Bruce lazily playing with the seam of his robes. “I’ll take it,” Kal said. “I’m glad it’s you that came here with me. I actually kinda wish we could just… stay right here like this for a little while.”

“And I’m glad I got to come here with you. It’s rare that you just… let yourself be Kal. I like it when you let him out to play. It makes me feel like I get to see the deepest, realest parts of you. As dangerous as I think it can be… I like it.”

“Mm, back to your little horror-fantasy? You want me to be authoritative, don’t you?” Kal asked, allowing his voice to drop to a slightly lower timbre. Bruce felt his breath catch in his throat and was sure it was heard. It was insane to him that the idea was actually arousing to him. He should be terrified. Concerned. Thinking of more contingency plans. Instead, he almost wanted to see it.

Bruce was back in his personal space, almost shivering. “It isn’t an unappealing thought,” he muttered. “I hate the implications… but I like it when you accept what you want without wrestling with self doubt. I like it when you’re demanding. I like it when you look comfortable in your own skin.” He was running a hand along Kal’s chest, continuing to brush their lips together. “I like Kal-El of Krypton.”

Kal trailed a hand up and down Bruce’s back before it settled on the back of his neck and gave a light squeeze. There was a pathetic sound that was barely audible, and he knew nobody could have heard it but him. It was nowhere near voluntary. It was just Bruce’s natural reaction to his strength. “It’s a good thing you’re marrying him, then,” he said, deeply amused. He leaned back further, chuckling when Bruce leaned to follow him. Clearly if he wanted a kiss, he would have to do it for himself.

“It is a very good thing that I am marrying him,” Bruce confirmed. He was almost on Kal’s lap. So, so close to what he wanted. His neck was released, causing him to almost fall forward, accompanied by Kal’s laughter. Again he felt like a plaything. A toy. Those thoughts didn’t bother him nearly as much as they should. In fact, it deeply aroused him. “Mean,” he said, but was sure the smile playing on his lips betrayed him.

“Isn’t that what you were just asking for?” Kal looked deeply amused with himself.

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” He asked with an exasperated sigh.

“Never.”

Bruce rolled his eyes a little bit before leaning in for another kiss. He was immediately startled by the heat he was met with, the way Kal finally used both of his hands to lift him and place him on his lap. An undignified, muffled sound escaped him at the unexpected manhandling. The second his lips parted to draw in a shaky gasp his mouth was already being invaded. It was wonderfully wet and messy, Kal taking exactly what he wanted. This was exactly what Bruce was asking for and he wasn’t about to complain. He was a little bit embarrassed when he remembered how closely they were being watched, but ultimately decided he didn’t care. He was getting what he wanted and that was all that really mattered.

“Excuse me.” Bruce jolted in surprise and bit down on his companion’s bottom lip. He looked back almost guiltily, Kal very clearly trying not to glare at the interruption. He wouldn’t have been surprised if heat vision wasn’t far off the table. “Private accommodations have been prepared, if you’ll follow me.”

“Isn’t there some sort of ceremony?” Bruce asked as he stood, Kal right at his side. He was still very clearly unhappy about being interrupted. In an effort to soothe him, Bruce took his hand and held it securely.

“Oh, no, the consummation is what marks a pair as mates! The celebration of that comes after!” It explained. “Mutual feeding is a bit more than a betrothal, but is only the beginning of the process. I don't believe it could be translated.”

“So in essence, we just come right back here after?” Kal asked, hostility leaving his posture slowly.

“Yes! It is a night of great celebration! The treaty’s completion and the two who made it possible accepting each other as mates!”

Bruce squeezed his hand tighter as they followed, anxiety rooting itself in him. He suddenly felt very out of his depth when they were left alone. Despite being in his late 20s, he’d never actually gone this far. It was all complex smoke and mirrors. He’d had his fair share of make outs and heavy petting, but would never go to a second location or allow himself to undress. There were a couple of handjobs, but nothing further. Too unsure during his teen years, too odd to be wanted, then, and after that he was out of time. There was training, travel, and discipline. Batman took up most of his time and then Dick came around. Despite Alfred’s concerns, he still spent much of his time at home and avoided company when he could. Even though he’d started acting a little more airheaded, publicly entertained the small crowds that were bold enough to approach, beginning to garner a reputation for himself, that didn’t mean the act was anywhere near the truth.

“Are you alright?” Kal asked after the door was sealed. He’d always been aware of the truth.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?” He pointedly looked away. Not only had Kal become a hero just a little bit before his exploits as Batman were public knowledge, he also hadn’t shied away from being affectionate or having relationships.

Kal just sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, looking him over. “B, you know how I was raised. Tell me you’re not thinking what I think you are.”

“You mean…?”

“I never got that far. Believe me, I wanted to. I really, really wanted to,” he admitted, motioning him closer, “but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have concerns that prevented it. I mean… like you said, it’s not exactly normal. After Superman was a thing it was definitely out of the picture. I was always afraid my glasses would come off, that someone would figure it out. Lois knew. We got close, she saw me, touched me once, but she was too nervous that I’d lose control of my strength. It’s, um… part of why she broke up with me.”

“It cannot possibly be that scary.” Bruce said, but felt a little bit less embarrassed. His curiosity, however, was piqued. To his relief Kal laughed. He’d never felt the need to look at that part of the biological files Kal allowed him access to. He wanted him to have that privacy. Now he was wondering why he’d ever let decency get the best of him. “You will show me, won’t you?”

Kal just gave a hesitant nod, but his smile was a little bit more timid. “You don’t have to touch me. It’s not that different, but I mean… you know. I'm okay just handling you. I can take care of myself.”

Bruce gave his head a hard shake and moved in closer. “You don't get to tell me it's ‘not normal’ and expect me to not want to know absolutely everything about it,” he insisted. “Even if it's just to sate my own curiosity. You can't scare me that easily. I've, uh… seen enough to know what I think is hot and what I think isn't. I assume you have too?”

“We're talking about our porn habits now?” Kal looked a little bit embarrassed and was shrinking in on himself, avoiding eye contact.

He shrugged and stood in front of his companion, but felt himself starting to smile again. “When did Clark get here?” Bruce asked, laughing. “Where'd Kal go? He'd tell me what he likes.”

Kal was shaking his head now, but a smile was already threatening to twitch the corners of his lips upward. Bruce wasn't sure anybody had ever been more attractive while in such an embarrassed state. He wondered briefly if the scenting in the room had aphrodisiac qualities and ultimately decided he didn't care at the moment.

“C'mon… we're essentially married. No shame in telling your spouse what you like,” Bruce encouraged, finally catching his gaze again. “Do I need to go first?”

“Maybe we just… start a little more simple,” he suggested. Kal still had a heavy blush, but was slowly relaxing. “You should sit, too.”

“Gladly,” Bruce hummed. He moved to straddle one of Kal's thighs, warm hands immediately coming to rest on his waist. There was an undignified squeak of surprise he knew he'd never forget. “What are you normally into? We should probably start there. Guys? Girls? Both?”

Even though he was still blushing, Kal seemed almost sated by the gesture. The storm in those eyes had settled. Returned was the accepting posture. Maybe it was just the less intense question that soothed him momentarily. “Both. Definitely both… not a lot of people really know that. You?”

“Same here. Thank you for telling me,” he praised, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. If this was the way to get a more demanding Kal back, he was willing to break that shyness down question by question. “Don't be embarrassed by this. I think it's important right now,” Bruce warned. “Do you watch gay porn? Are you familiar with the general… logistics… of what we are going to do? I'm going to assume your answer is yes… mine is too, by the way. In case you were shy about answering first.”

“Yeah. I think I know. I tried looking at things, not just porn, to make it more comfortable just in case something ever happened… I guess that something extends to this situation, too.” Kal smiled sheepishly. “On the topic of me being a little different… I know there's no such thing as too much lube, but we might not really need much additional help.”

“Mm, yeah?” Bruce already found himself becoming aroused at just the thought. “You produce a lot of pre-ejaculate? Do you also, uh… produce a large amount of ejaculate?”

Kal looked away again, but nodded. His voice was just a little bit higher for a second. “Yeah. Guess so.” He cleared his throat, tone returning to normal. “It is a lot. I don't really have condoms on me and I don't really even know if they're a thing on this planet. Again, I'm okay handling myself. I'd be happy just helping you out.”

“No,” he insisted, maybe a little bit too quickly. “I want everything you've got.” He knew he might have made a mistake when Kal's lips started forming a knowing smile. Bruce wasn't quite ready to deal with that yet and settled for preemptively shutting him up with a kiss. It was deep and warm and left his mind feeling a little bit hazy. He considered, for a moment, the possibility of Kal's saliva having some sort of effect on the mind. He was pretty sure he read something about memory erasure in a file somewhere. Funny enough, he was struggling to recall what it said. “Fucking want it all inside me,” Bruce mumbled during a very brief break, the intensity of the kiss and touches he was receiving amping up.

When he, unfortunately, had to pull back to breathe, Kal was already regarding him with a small smirk. Confident and put together again. Bruce figured it was because he felt some sort of upper hand in the situation. He should've been embarrassed over what he said, but feeling exactly how aroused that statement made Kal only made him more excited. “Mm… let me guess one of the categories you're into. What you like to watch.”

“...Shoot.”

“You are into creampie videos, aren't you? Breeding. Bareback. Though…” Kal trailed off momentarily, but still looked deeply amused, “knowing you, you'd probably just refer to it as internal ejaculation. Fine by me.” Bruce shuddered when he shifted to begin pressing heated kisses along his neck and jaw. “I think it's hot,” Kal muttered, lips and teeth grazing the hook of his jaw. “Is being filled one of your fantasies?”

“Fuck,” he breathed out, gripping the fabric at the top of Kal's shoulders tightly. It was still, essentially, a cape. “Yes,” Bruce admitted, even though it was embarrassing. “I assume that's something you're also on board with, then?” There was a chill when his own cape was released from the rest of his clothing, dropping heavily on the floor behind them. His hands searched absently for the same hidden attachment on Kal, but he was struggling to find it. The clothing was by far one of the most difficult things he'd dealt with during their time here and he was beyond jealous of how easily Kal navigated it.

“I'm definitely on board.” Warm hands carefully moved his out of the way. “Let me help.” Kal found the latch far easier than he ever could, the fabric pooling behind him on the bed.

The clothes were oddly complex. Frustrating. He didn't put up a fight when Kal's hands reached his waist yet again, untying the complex, flat knot on the sash. He'd required help with the sash the entire time, much to his own dismay. It always took a long time, and even then it was clearly tied by inexperienced hands. Like a young boy attempting a Windsor on his own, and ultimately walking away with a slightly crooked tie. “Thanks…”

Kall still smiled at him, but was now removing his own sash. Bruce wondered briefly how often he wore these within the fortress, or how often he'd practiced dressing. Maybe it was an attempt to feel closer to a home that no longer existed. “We'll have to tie these on the opposite side after this, I suppose,” Kal noted. “We're married now. Not single.”

“Is that what you guys used to signify marital status?”

Kal shrugged. “I know that was part of it. We could swap sashes if you want. Tie the special knots worn on weddings and anniversaries. If only we'd brought robes in the correct colors for a wedding… I think there's jewelry involved sometimes. Rings, collars, bracelets. Adorning your beloved in finery. Krypton, from what I've read, had a society where spouses were intended to be deeply devoted. Gifts, attention, praise… all to be given regularly. Out of love and appreciation. There was no divorce, so devotion was important.”

“I… suppose that's fair. Sometimes I imagine Krypton was so advanced, and then I hear something like no fault divorce wasn't a thing and it kind of startles me.”

“Courtship started years before the wedding. Even if you two knew that's what you wanted, you were intended to be best friends first. Sort of like human dating. Who you chose was deeply important, as you can imagine. Sure, multiple people could court, but a marriage had to be approved. Tested deeply for compatibility by algorithms and a council.”

Bruce hesitated, then nodded. The thinking must have been that it would have been enough time to fall out of love if that was going to happen. Then something else dawned on him. “Kal-El,” he said, tone firm, “Were you attempting to court me?”

“I was courting you. Quite successfully, might I add,” he said, still smiling. “If it helps, I didn't make any attempts until you started trusting me. I didn't know it was what I wanted until you started letting your guard down and letting me see the real you. My father believes the council would have approved us. He… brought it up after you visited the first time.”

For some reason, the thought of Jor-El discussing him like that wasn’t too bad. Of course he’d be looking for a suitable mate. “You sure you weren't trying before you were even aware of what you were doing?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “You were a little clingy from the start. And Kal… I'm sorry I was so distrusting.”

“Why would you ever be sorry for that, B? You hardly knew me. There are still a lot of people who don't trust me. There's no reason to be sorry about it.”

“I'm the one who brought it up. I'm still sorry I treated you like that. I genuinely thought you had to have something bigger planned. Nobody is as good as you are.” He cupped Kal's cheek with one hand, savoring the small purr he'd earned himself. Bruce hoped it would become a regular habit. He wanted Kal to be as happy as possible.

Kal just shrugged a little bit and reciprocated the touch. His hands were warm and his eyes were soft. This was nowhere near as scary as he thought it was going to be. “I won't say it didn't make me a little bit sad, because I did want to be your friend, but I understood. I still understand. I'm not human, so I don't always get treated like one.”

“You're right. You aren't human. You're better.” Bruce stole a soft kiss. “My Kal. I’m glad I don't have to share you with the rest of the world right now. I'm not sure I can keep putting up with it.”

“Then why aren't you taking what you want from me right now, B?” Kal smiled and trailed his fingertips along the hidden closures on Bruce's clothing. Parts of it were near skin tight when secured. He figured they must be similar to the closures on the Superman suit.

Bruce waited patiently while the closures were undone and allowed the top to be removed. It very closely resembled a tunic, but was tight on the chest and arms and hit mid thigh in the front, while the sides and back hit the knee. A flattering A line cut that flared at the waist. The abundance of fabric felt rather luxurious and without it he felt another chill over the temperature of the room. “Talking to you is nice, too.”

He ran his fingertips over the seams that would open for Kal, urging him to remove it. Of course, Bruce knew how, but he didn't want to fumble with it now. Somehow he felt in more control than he would otherwise. Kal must have noticed his small shiver because he was already reaching for the temperature control, similar to the ones they had in their own room. “I like talking to you too, B… Have I told you how stunning you are in Kryptonian regalia? I love seeing my family's crest on you.”

“Mm… does this make me an El now?” He asked, smiling. It was quite pleasant watching Kal strip his upper body of clothing, dropping it off to the side.

“I suppose it does!” Kal grinned before pulling him in for a short, heated kiss. “Mm… our family crest, then.”

Bruce let out a soft, content sigh. He let his eyes wander freely along their unclothed upper body, hands slowly following suit. He was straddling Kal's thigh, but it was starting to feel less and less like he was close enough. “You look like you were sculpted by the gods,” he praised in a hushed tone.

“That's really something, coming from Adonis himself.”

He could feel himself blushing. He hadn't imagined the compliment being turned on him, but he also hadn't imagined they'd ever end up in this situation. Bruce placed a hand on the middle of Kal's chest and met his eyes again. “You… really think I'm attractive?”

“I know you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on, so I think ‘attractive’ is putting what I think very, very lightly,” Kal praised. Quiet purrs escaped him when he went back to kissing Bruce's neck, running his hands freely along his torso. “You taste good.”

Bruce couldn't stop himself from laughing, only encouraging more playful licks and nips at his skin. Before he'd even realized, the laughter was dying down and soft sounds of pleasure were escaping him. Hickies were very obviously being sucked into his skin, aided in formation and darkening as sharp teeth kneaded the skin. Kal was being careful not to break skin, but it didn't make it any easier to quiet down. A startled yelp escaped him when he was picked up. Kal turned and placed him further onto the bed, climbing between his legs and beginning to kiss at his collarbones and chest. Bruce didn't mind being underneath him like this even a little bit.

Kal’s kisses were only growing more and more fevered, teeth dragging freely on his skin. He felt a small scrape from one of them, but it was soothed with a kiss and very deliberate lick. A sound Bruce hadn't even been aware he was capable of making escaped him when sharp teeth dug into his collarbone, narrowly escaping drawing blood. “Kal… play nice,” he muttered, but was nowhere near as stern as he should've been.

“Can't be helped,” Kal muttered. “How many of my files have you read? What are you familiar with about me? Kryptonian coupling?”

“I… um…” Kal was sitting up now and levelling him with a careful gaze. “I didn’t feel the need to read about something I could never have. Not much. The essentials, for your health, the basics, for my curiosity, but romance and sex… you already told me a little bit and I didn’t want to feed a desire I could never, ever indulge in.” Something told him this was deeply important, but he was finding it difficult to keep his mind off his own stupid lust. Bruce wanted to indulge already.

Kal just nodded, looked away for a moment and steeled himself, then locked back on him. “Mating bites were… a thing. I wasn’t aware it was an instinct, but I… I will contain myself.” He gave another firm nod. “I didn’t realize, and I’m sorry. I… think this was a bad idea.”

Despite the rush of happy chemicals flooding through him, he frowned. “No, Kal, you don't get to make a unilateral decision like that. Not in our marriage.” The biting tone he'd intended on was quickly edging back toward breathless flirting, but he couldn't help himself. Bruce wanted this badly. It was too late when he realized he was starting to smile again. “I'll have you know, I've always had a thing for marking.”

“I could hurt you.”

“Not in any way I won't enjoy. Besides… I'm going to be receiving, so you can't crush me or anything. Just breathe.”

“Rao,” Kal breathed out and shook his head, “I hadn't even considered the thought… You're sure you're okay that that's the way it has to be? You don't resent me?”

Bruce felt his heart ache and sat up, pressing a hand firmly over where the man's heart lay in his chest. “I could never resent you for something you have no control over,” he reassured. “Have you considered that I might enjoy the idea of not having to work for it?”

There was a moment of surprise, but before he knew it there was another bright smile directed right at him. Kal looked radiant, if not a little bit flustered. “Then by all means, lay back and let me figure it out.”

A satisfied huff escaped him when he was given another deep kiss. Warm hands carefully lowered him back onto what could best be described as a mattress. Bruce trailed his fingertips along muscled arms, a warm chest, exploring.

Kal's kisses and touches were fervent, devotion bleeding out of him. His eyes fell shut as he leaned his head back, a burning hot mouth already pressing against the thin skin covering his trachea. For Kal… for Clark… he could do this. He could expose the most vulnerable portions of himself, his thin, human weak points, the places feral teeth could rip open.

Warm hands trailed down his thighs, kisses moving lower and lower until Kal was kneeling in front of him. Without any further ceremony, his boots were removed and placed aside. The man followed suit with his own boots, but their attention never fully left him. “Bruce,” Kal breathed, kneeling between his legs. “Bruce, Bruce…” his voice was barely a whisper, mouth already pressing hot, wet kisses on his stomach between continued murmurs of his name. It felt almost like a frenzy and partially like worship.

“Yes… Yes, I'm here… Kal… Clark. Who are you right now?” He shuddered, a burning hot tongue licking up his stomach, open mouthed kisses searing into his skin. He felt like he was being consumed.

“Yours, yours, I'm yours,” Kal muttered. “Yours, all yours.” He was nipping and licking, muttering the same desperate, “yours,” over and over. If Bruce didn't know any better, he'd think it sounded like a prayer.

Apparently even Kryptonians had their limits because it looked now like Kal was quickly losing himself to desire. Bruce could feel his own brain short-circuiting already, the fastenings on the pants being undone by deft fingers. Slowly the fabric was being pulled lower and lower, blistering kisses following. “Yes… mine… What name am I supposed to use for you,” he managed to say through shaky breaths, “when you're… at least 6 inches deep and I can feel you in my stomach?”

“Anything as long as I get to hear you say it.” Kal looked up at him, pupils blown wide, and yanked the pants off the rest of the way. What he was wearing in the way of underwear was taken along with it.

It was nerve-wracking being so exposed, but they'd seen each other to this state of undress in the showers before and in medical emergencies. He felt his face and chest burning with a deep blush, but still felt himself smiling a little bit. “What’re y’gonnaaaaaahhhhhh…haahhhh…” He slouched slightly from where he'd been holding himself up on his elbows, that same hot tongue dragging up his erection and coating it heavily with saliva. It was like Kal was drooling.

“Mmn… so good… you taste amazing,” Kal mumbled against the juncture at his inner thigh. A warm hand wrapped around him, scalding hot mouth sucking in one of his balls.

Bruce was trembling already, warm kisses being littered on his inner thighs as Kal stroked. It was steady and firm and blistering hot. There would never be enough time in the world to get his fill of this. “Clark… Kal… Mmn- Fuck!! You bit me!”

Bright blue eyes stared up at him, lips still pressed against his inner thigh. No blood was drawn, but he was sucking what would be a deep bruise. “Sorry,” he mumbled and climbed upward for another kiss.

Bruce tangled his fingers deep in jet black hair, their tongue already deep in his mouth. He tugged and yanked lightly, their hand still stroking with a steady touch. It was beyond embarrassing when he realized just how vocal he was being. The second the kiss broke he was panting, Kal kneeling and grabbing his hips to drag him to the edge of the bed without giving him a second to process.

Before he could react he was taken into a hot mouth, Kal dragging his hands up and down his stomach as he sucked. It was jarring to be taken in so quickly, already hitting the back of Kal's throat. Apparently Kryptonians also lacked a physical gag reflex. Kal’s nose pressed against his pubic bone and he settled, holding and sucking without any motion, throat flexing lightly around his tip. Bruce gripped his hair tighter and pulled hard, squirming. “What's gotten into you?! Ahhh, fuck…”

Kal pulled up slowly, wiping the drool off his lips with the back of his hand. “Mm… problem? You okay?”

“No!” Bruce was still struggling to catch his breath, hands still gripping jetblack hair. “I mean… I'm fine. You've just… you just… you were so shy and now it's just… it's a lot.”

“Do I need to stop? Slow down? Yes? No? Stop?” Bright eyes looked up at him expectantly.

“Don't stop. Yes. Just tell me what changed.”

“You let me get a taste. Told you, lay back and lemme figure it out.” Kal smiled and pressed a kiss on his hip. “I'm figuring it out.”

Bruce laughed a little bit, but nodded. A startled yelp escaped him when he was almost swallowed again, Kal holding him securely at the edge of the bed by his hips. He was entirely at the man's mercy, already careening to the edge. It was so embarrassingly fast, but he had a feeling the man was doing this on purpose — sucking him furiously, bright eyes meeting his. “Fuuuuck, close, too much, fu-uuuuhhhhhh…uck!” Bruce tossed his head back, shaking and squirming and yanking. “So close! Too soon, don't wannaaaaahhhhh cuuhh-mmmnn yet! Kal!”

Before he even realized what hit him he was cumming hard down Kal's throat, yanking and tugging at his hair. He was shaking and panting and moaning, the man swallowing eagerly around him. By the time Kal pulled back his lips were spit slick, not a drop wasted. “You taste amazing,” he breathed.

“Kal,” he panted, still shaking. Bruce managed to hold himself up enough to look down, the man straining against his pants. “Wanna see you. My turn.”

“Bruce, it's okay, just lay back down.”

Bruce frowned and grabbed at him, fighting to catch his breath. He stood on shaking legs and tried to pull Kal up, but was quickly picked up and placed back on the bed. “Please? Please?”

“Okay, just… relax. I don't expect you to do anything. Breathe.” Kal was clearly waiting for him to cooperate. He nodded, still drawing in shaky breaths, as the man hesitated before removing his pants.

What he saw was mostly… normal. Normal and large. Bruce gave his lips a small lick. Kal was leaking, the tip a furious red. He wondered briefly what was so abnormal about it and reached out. As soon as he touched it, he realized what was different. Firm ridges under the skin, precum with a light pearlescent, almost blue, sheen. The slit looked largely normal, save for a deeper dip forming what looked almost like a small X. He wondered briefly if that was to facilitate the excess of fluids. The inside of Kal's pants and underwear, lying discarded on the ground, was soaked. “You wanted to keep this thing hidden from me? Kal… this isn't all that different. Is it the ridges? The uh… the size? It's gorgeous.”

“The… ridges, I guess… I… I just feel so abnormal.”

“You shouldn't. This… this is perfect.” Bruce gathered some of the liquid on his fingertip, bringing it to his lips. It tasted incredible. He moved, despite Clark's protests, to kneel in front of him and wasted no time in attempting to fit it in his mouth. Bruce swallowed thickly as fluid began dribbling into his mouth and sucked eagerly on the tip. A loud groan that rattled the walls a little bit escaped his companion, Kal’s hands gripped into tight fists at his side.

He pulled back, a little bit confused at the slight tingling on his lips and tongue, and took the opportunity to look closer. It had to be at least 8 inches and was thick to match. “I don't know if it's a good idea to keep… making my tongue and lips feel weird. Tingling,” he settled on, looking up while giving a few hesitant strokes.

“I… I don't know.” Kal looked a little bit dazed still, but helped him up anyway. “Good or bad?”

“Just… different. Not bad.” Bruce allowed the man to place him back on the bed. “We'll look into it.”

“How about we clean up and get back out there? I uh… I don't want to hurt you or make you sick.”

“No. Sit.” Bruce grabbed his discarded pants and rooted through them, pulling out what best resembled a smartphone. A small, portable version of a data pad, he'd prefer to call it. “I keep backups on everything about you on the off chance you get injured, so just… just hold on.”

“That is… huh… wow.”

“Just shut up a minute.” He navigated with shaking fingers, leaning back against the pillows as he read and letting out soft hums of consideration. Every time he glanced up he could see Kal trying his best to avoid eye contact, a deep blush on his face. “I think I got it,” he said after what couldn't have been longer than five minutes, satisfied smile back on his lips.

“Yeah? I'm… I'm not hurting you, am I? You're not like allergic to me or something?”

“No, Kal. It's just residuals of your bioelectric field and something about analgesic and aphrodisiac effects to facilitate easy breeding. Tingling. Warmth. A little numbing. Painless, harmless, pleasant.”

“Well that's… good.”

“Very good. Now c’mere.” Bruce smiled before he was captured in another kiss, Kal already licking back into his mouth. By the shudder and release of taught muscles he knew he was in for another frenzy. While he hadn't softened, he'd just barely stopped shaking. Bruce was already being put through his paces. Kal was smiling against his skin as he kissed lower and lower, grabbing the device and giving it a light toss away. “That's expensive, you know?”

Kal's smile grew as he knelt again and yanked Bruce in by his hips, kissing at his inner thighs. “Mmn… you're not gonna care about that in a second.”

Bruce was going to say something before his legs were draped over his companion’s shoulders. Kal moved in without any hesitation, doing absolutely sinful things with his tongue. Already it was delving in deeper and deeper with each lick. “How's it so… deep?” Bruce asked through stifled whines, disappointed when Kal pulled back.

“Bruce,” the man said, almost a pitying amount of affection in his voice, “you know I'm not a human. Look.” And so he obeyed, looking down and feeling his heart slip a beat. Kal was sticking his tongue out, presumably all the way. It definitely measured longer than a human’s and had a very slight point at the tip. Whether that tip was natural or because it was flexed he didn't know, but he didn't care. “Told you. Not normal.”

“Thought you were only talking about your…” He trailed off with a breathy sigh, Kal already back at it. Bruce jolted in surprise when the other managed to reach around his hip and thigh to stroke him, tongue wriggling deeper in him. Even with just that much he could feel there was a light stretch. That was only exacerbated when a finger joined the tongue. The slurping and sucking sounds Kal was making were obscene and he could have sworn he still felt drool dripping off of him despite it all.

Kal was quickly stripping him of any sense. He could barely even track the man's actions anymore, was only vaguely aware of the desperate sounds escaping him, and only found himself more lost when Kal was sucking at his tip again. There were more fingers, but time and numbers were quickly losing meaning. “Clark- Kal- God!” Bright blue eyes kept flitting up to meet his, but that mouth and those fingers never stopped. Yet again he found himself deeply embarrassed at the knowledge that he wasn't going to last much longer at all. “I'm gonna-”

“Do it,” Kal urged. He was swallowed again, the now multiple fingers in him pressing against a spot that had him near screaming. Bruce could feel himself almost thrashing as he came, once again, down Kal's throat.

He was yanking and pulling at dark hair yet again, panting and whimpering while trying almost desperately to get Kal's mouth off of him. Bruce could feel tears in the corners of his eyes by the time the man finally relented. Kal was licking his lips, looking remarkably composed, studying him closely. It was infuriating, when he was struggling to even breathe. “Not fair,” he huffed, shaking.

“Breathe,” Kal instructed and sat on the bed next to him, that same warm pity back on his face. Like he was looking at something precious. “You did so good, Bruce. Thought I lost you there for a sec.”

“Huh?”

“I mean twice in ten minutes… it's impressive.” Gentle fingertips brushed his hair back before caressing his cheek and jaw. “If I were human, I doubt I'd have any hair left.”

Bruce rolled his eyes, but was still panting and trembling. He knew he didn't look anywhere near as irritated as he should. “You sucked my soul out of my body,” he mumbled. “Gimme a minute.”

He was met with a soft laugh and warm smile, the same gentle touch cradling his cheek. “‘Course… long as you want. Breathe,” Kal whispered and eased himself down, brushing a soft kiss over his temple. “You were so good.”

“You're lucky I had a second round in me so quickly,” Bruce huffed. “Stupid kryptonian stamina.”

“Mm… I can't help myself. We can call it here, for a little while. Go back out to that party.” He nosed lightly along Bruce's jaw, a satisfied purr escaping him.

Bruce rolled onto his back, taking deep breaths to try evening his breathing and pulse. “Not going back out to that party until I take that. Want it inside me.”

Kal shuddered when he was taken in hand again, a soft whine escaping him again. His already high temperature felt even warmer the closer to the tip he got. Out of curiosity, Bruce ran a fingertip over the slit, earning a bitten back sound. Maybe he wasn't ready for another round himself, but Kal hadn't been relieved even once. This would be clumsy, he was certain, but it didn't look like there were any complaints.

“Fuck, Kal, you really wanted to keep this away from me? Hidden? This is gorgeous,” he muttered. Bruce tightened his grip, setting a steady pace. Part of him worried the contact would feel too light to a man so invulnerable, but clearly sensitivity wasn't an issue. If anything he seemed hyper sensitive. “Mm… how fast could I get you to cum like this?”

There was a hurried nod, a whimpered huff, strong hands scrabbling against the covers on the bed despite him remaining kneeling on the mattress. Bruce was obsessed with finally seeing him fall apart. “Bruce, Bruce… files should've told you,” he muttered, “I cummmmn often, I cum a lo-haaa-t, cannn go sssooooo mannny times! I- Bruce, Bruce!”

Bruce's grin grew sharper, picking up the pace and ensuring he dragged his thumb over the frenulum and tip. Before long Kal was cumming over his stomach, thick pearlescent ropes in copious amounts. Sure, Kal said it was a lot, but this was somehow more than he expected. He dragged a finger through it to pick some up, eagerly sucking it off and letting out a subconscious sound. It was indescribably pleasant. Not even the sticky mess on his stomach was enough to put him off. “Fuck, Kal, I want a sample of this when we get home.”

“You… you're not weirded out? I wasn’t too fast?” Even though he looked remarkably less put together, Kal was barely even winded. 

“What?! No! I think it's fucking hot.” He pulled him in for a quick kiss, smiling against his lips. Bruce laughed when hot kisses trailed lower and lower, Kal hesitating before beginning to lick up his own cum off Bruce’s body. He shuddered, burning hot tongue dipping slightly into his navel. At this rate they were never going to make it out of bed, not that he had any complaints. “Okay, okay, I get it,” Bruce grumbled, “You're not done with me yet.”

He could feel Kal smiling against his skin before continuing to lick up hot strips on his skin, finally finishing his clean up, but continuing on anyway. “You wanna tap out?”

“Now that's an idea… tap out session.” Bruce shifted, settled in further. “When we get out of here, that's top of the list.” He found himself laughing with Kal again, their voice muffled against his chest and stomach. Surprising even himself he felt himself become fully erect again just at the ideas running through his head. How full he was going to be, the targeted overstimulation, the borderline worship.

“Oh, you do like that idea.” Kal was near purring again, settling between his legs.

Nothing further had even happened yet, but he felt almost overwhelmed now that it was actually coming down to it. He was hard again. Achingly so. How he'd managed it so quickly was beyond him, but that didn't really help shake the nerves. “We might have to go on an extended honeymoon after this,” Bruce finally said, shifting the subject just a little bit.

“Mm?”

Warm hands ran along his chest and stomach, up and down, tender and steady. He sighed softly and shut his eyes for a second to savor it while settling. “Unless you want to wake Alfred and Dick, it's probably better,” Bruce said with a small nod. “I doubt we'll be leaving the bedroom much. I, uh… didn't know I would be so, uh, vocal. You're not exactly quiet either.”

The almost dazed look on Kal's face dissipated for a second when he smiled, a soft laugh escaping him. “You sound good, by the way,” Kal praised. “I love it.”

“Not a problem for you, then?” Bruce asked, small smirk twitching up the corners of his lips. “I bet I’ll get even louder when you’re inside me.”

“Fuck… you can’t just say things like that,” Kal muttered, breathing shakily. “You’re gonna drive me insane.” Warm hands gave his hips a light squeeze, displaying remarkable control despite the haze clouding his eyes again. “You sure?”

He nodded quickly and settled in, grabbing at one of the hands on his waist. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.”

Kal nodded and licked his lips, looking down and shifting on his knees. He removed the hand Bruce didn’t have in a death grip and placed it on himself, giving a few slow strokes before lining himself up. “Please, please, tell me if it’s too much,” he urged, despite actively pressing at him.

The hand on his waist clenched when there was more pressure, the head finally pushing in and eliciting a sharp gasp from both of them. Somehow, it felt larger than it did for the few seconds he had it in his mouth. He knows, somewhere, that without the faint numbing from the residual bioelectrics in Kal’s body, the stretch would be painful. As it stood it was pleasant despite the strain and how badly he is shaking. “Fuck, you’re huge,” Bruce muttered, dropping his head back against the bed.

A low whine escaped him when more was pushed in, slow and hot. When he looked up, Kal wasn’t fairing much better. He was finally disheveled, running a hand through his hair and panting, glassy eyes staring down where their bodies met. “Bruce, Bruce, you are perfect,” he muttered. “Halfway…”

“That’s only half?!” He let out a breathless laugh, cutting off in a loud whimper when Kal pulled out just a little bit and gave a shallow thrust in. “Wait!”

Immediately Kal went still, despite his shivering and huffing, eyes locking on his. “You okay? Yes? No? Stop?”

Bruce could have melted. It was clear everything in Kal was screaming at him to move, fuck, and breed. And still, he stopped and waited. Listened. In the back of his mind, he registered the fact that he was going to have to find a way to test this control. Not now, though. He nodded a little bit and offered a small smile. “Okay. I’m okay. Just need a sec.”

“Can I… kiss?”

His heart melted at the simple affection. “Yeah… yeah. Kiss.”

Bruce still shuddered at the slight motion it caused when Kal leaned down, but still eagerly accepted the kiss. He tangled his fingers in silky curls, warm arms squirming between his back and the bed to hold him close. Pressed bodily together, he couldn’t help but notice just how incredibly warm he was. There was a clear effort to keep it gentle, but it very quickly devolved into teeth and tongues. Wet, messy, hot. Already he could feel thick precum leaking inside of him. “Okay,” he mumbled against Kal’s lips, “Okay, more. In.”

Immediately Kal pressed further, face tucked against the side of his neck. Bruce could feel him shaking, the muscles and tendons under his skin twitching with life and restraint. He ran his hands along broad shoulders, reveling in the soft, warm puffs of breath against his skin. By the time the man was fully inside, he felt like he was going to lose his mind. Thankfully, Kal seemed to understand that moving immediately would be too much. Maybe he needed a second to adjust to it, too. Either way, he knew this couldn’t last long. There was no way this could be sustainable. It was entirely too much and he knew now, even without more, his entire paradigm shifted. Nothing could ever measure up to this. Finally there was a shallow rocking motion, an utterly shameless whine escaping him at the same time a breathless curse was whispered in his ear.

“Can feel you in my stomach,” Bruce mumbled, forcing himself to relax his hands. He knew it was good that he couldn’t sink his nails in, but part of him wished he could leave a mark so, so badly. It wasn’t fair that he was covered in hickies and Kal would walk out without a single scratch. He’d need to find a way to remedy that eventually. Another gentle rock cut every single thought off, another whine escaping him.

Kal was doing a remarkable job of holding still, panting softly against his neck. Despite the couple of thrusts that hardly counted for anything, he was clearly trying his absolute hardest to obey his wishes and be mindful. So considerate of his size and strength, even now. Bruce wanted to break that control eventually, but Kal deserved something warm and gentle. At least the first time. If he was honest with himself, it was nice this way, too. Warm, tender. Loving.

He shifted a little bit and drew in a sharp breath, but still smiled at the whimper it earned. “Bruce,” Kal whispered, lips pressed against his neck. “I’m gonna… you sure you want it inside?”

There was nothing he wanted more. The idea itself had him making a sound he hadn’t ever produced in his entire life. The words often and a lot replayed in his mind and he shuddered.

“Ffffuck yes… ‘s many times as you want…” Bruce was embarrassed at how breathy he sounded, but it couldn’t be helped. Not when he was being filled so beautifully.

The rocking motion became steady now, lips and teeth and tongue dragging against his neck in a lewd mimicry of kisses. Kal was clearly right on the edge and he wasn’t sure he was that much farther behind. Embarrassing, but it wasn’t like Kal hadn’t figured out how to play his body beautifully already. Worse were the noises he knew he was making, the desperate little hitches in his breath and needy whimpers and moans escaping a throat quickly nearing rawness.

Finally he was treated to a full thrust, Kal pulling out near halfway and plunging back in with an actual moan, liquid heat filling him deep as the desperate rocking returned. He could feel them twitching inside, scale-like ridges seemingly expanding a little bit. His lust-addled mind was still able to come up with a single hypothesis- something with the same intention as a knot with a sleeker, alien design, allowing continued friction and coupling, and a lock in of fluids so long as there wasn’t a need for rapid removal. A fairly elegant design he would definitely need to look at closer if he wasn’t about to have what was shaping up to be the most insane orgasm of his entire life.

He opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to form anything coherent as Kal began fucking into him in earnest. Teeth dug gently into his skin, a hitching moan escaping him as his back arched seemingly of its own volition. This didn’t feel like his body anymore. Everything was on autopilot and he knew he couldn’t fight against it. Instead, he allowed his eyes to fall shut and held tighter, locking his shaking legs securely around Kal’s waist and dragging his nails down his back. “Gonna- fuck!”

As though reading his mind Kal adjusted slightly, dragging perfectly along inside him. His back arched further, one of the arms underneath him sliding lower to fit under the small of his back. His own erection pressed deliciously between their bodies. A loud, pathetic sound escaped him as he came hard, dragging in ragged gasps for air. He could have sworn his eyes rolled all the way back in his head, more liquid heat leaking into his guts.

Sobbing whimpers escaped him, Kal continuing through both of their orgasms and biting just a little bit rougher. “Fuck, yes, good, so good,” he muttered, hot tears running down his face. “Kal, Kal, yes!”

“Yessss,” was breathed against his neck before he was captured in another searing hot kiss.

Bruce knew he couldn’t keep going like this. Not when he’d cum four times now. He was shocked that he wasn’t entirely empty, and even with the faint numbing it was almost painful to be so overstimulated, but he couldn’t deny Kal anything. Not even this. A soft sob escaped him when the thrusts picked up in speed, muffled as the man licked into his mouth. Every thrust felt like it was lighting him up like a christmas tree, electricity coursing through him. He was certain he only had one more left in him. Even then, he knew he was likely about to have the first dry orgasm of his entire life.

“Last one,” Kal mumbled, sounding equally wrecked. “One more, you can- fffuck- you can do it!”

Another wrecked sob escaped him, teeth pressing against his throat once more as he was plowed down into the mattress. He wouldn’t be surprised if the entire party could hear them, nor did he really even care at this point. Kal sounded beautiful in his ear, the alien material of the bed still managing to creak with every thrust. His entire body was going to hate him for this later and he could not find it in himself to care. “Okay, okay, okay, yes, yes, yes,” Bruce said through ragged gasps and moans, pitch rising as his head tipped back farther.

Yet again there was another rush of heat expanding in his stomach, Kal twitching inside of him and rocketing him past the edge with a moan even he registered as something close to a scream. He panted and whined and tangled his fingers in dark hair, yanking at him even as his back held its impossible arch against Kal’s body.

Finally the little rocks stopped, Kal drawing in wrecked gasps for oxygen he didn’t even need as the tension melted from his body. “Okay?” Kal asked, pressing desperate little kisses on a throat he was certain looked like it had been used as a chew toy.

The ridges, somewhat stacked one under another in a scaled or petal-like pattern, flared further inside of him, but he was certain from the wet feeling between his legs they’d made a mess anyway.  “Okay,” he said with a small nod. “A spiritual experience, truly.”

Kal laughed, finally treating him to a full kiss. “Five stars.”

He felt almost boneless when he was released, warm arms unwinding from around him as Kal sat up with a lazy stretch. Despite being entirely spent, he knew he had a small twitch of interest watching the muscles shifting under golden skin. Kal was practically glowing, especially with the bright smile he was wearing. “Alright, hotshot, c’mon. We better get moving before they come looking.”

“Mm… they’ll live. Not ready to share you again. Not yet.”

Bruce wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready, but maybe that was okay.