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"Alright kid just like we went over," The bat starts, his arms are crossed over his armored chest, snowflakes falling all around him.
"Now remember, Superman has zero friends and he spends most of his time basking in sweet, sweet isolation here in his alone palace." Bruce states, Dick nods along, taking Bruce's words as law.
"So, I'll keep him busy while you sneak into that vent over there and get the projector." He pauses a moment to examine Dick's expression.
"You'll go in and remove the knowledge crystal that gives power to the force fields, get the projector, and make your way out. If you need me, or you've made it out, press the yellow button on the side of that." He instructs, pointing to the ‘bat-communicator’ he provided his new "not-son" Dick Grayson with.
Dick is eagerly nodding his head before he nimbly makes his way towards a vent panel around the side of the fortress.
Bruce uses a gloved hand to dust some of the collected snowflakes from his shoulders before taking a deep breath and approaching the grand door of the entrance to Superman's infamous Fortress of Solitude, ringing the bell. Almost instantly, the door cracks open just enough to reveal half of the Kryptonian's broad frame.
"Batman you're here, at my house... What are you doing here?" He questions with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, you know me, I just thought I'd stop by and see you, I was... bored." He states as plainly as he can manage before moseying his way in, brushing against Clark's shoulder on the way.
Clark follows him further into his own home, letting Bruce lead the way to an icy looking table and chairs.
"So, there's no reason you came out all this way?" Clark looks him up and down with suspicion.
Bruce shrugs as he runs a finger against the surface of the table.
BANG
Both of their eyes widen and they're drawn to attention; Clark is first to break the silence.
"Sorry, Krypto must be getting into something he's not supposed to. If you'll excuse me." He offers an awkward smile before turning on his heels.
"Wait Clark," Bruce stops him, clutching onto his bicep causing Clark to arch a curious brow.
"I... I missed you." Batman would never say that, but he supposes Bruce would. He reaches up to remove his own cowl, running his hand through his already perfectly tussled hair. Looking up to Clark, he makes sure his own face is painted with an expression unmistakably riddled with desire.
He observes as the alien's face is quickly dusted with a pink hue, watching closely as his brain works hard to formulate a response.
He doesn't wait long before snaking his hand further up the back of his neck and pulling him into a tender kiss. Their lips pressed together as if they were both waiting for the other to accept the advance. Bruce is first to move, squeezing Clark's muscular bicep with one large hand while his other thumb strokes against the hair at the back of the taller man's neck. Bruce finally feels Clark's warm lips begin to move against his own.
With their mouths against each other, the once soft peppering of kisses naturally deepens; Clark's lips parting in submission as Bruce licks his plush bottom lip. The hero's tongues instantly find each other sliding slowly together, getting a feel for every tastebud.
As their tongues continue working against each other, Batman reaches a gloved hand down to his communicator and chooses to power it off rather than simply double checking it was muted, just in case. No need to subject his young ward to this side of him, certainly he'd been through plenty already.
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"Good golly, batman turned off his coms...?" Dick almost instantly realized as he finally found the knowledge crystal he was in search of. Planting his green boots on the crystal floor and using all of his might to yank it free. The crystal flying out of the grip of his green gloves and hitting the wall before clattering against the floor. He closes his eyes and purses his lips for a moment, relaxing when he realizes no one's heard.
What a miracle!
He thought this Superman was supposed to have Super-hearing. Superman? more like Superfraud, he chuckled to himself for a moment before jumping as a large figure invades his field of view.
'Jeepers!' He thinks to himself as a large projection of someone who looked almost like Superman but not quite warns him of his actions.
He simply shrugs it off.
Now to get that projector!
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As they're claiming each other's mouths, Clark perks up hearing some sort of rustling.
Noticing Clark is getting distracted, Bruce feels for the hard outline straining against his trunks and squeezes his firm cock causing Clark to cry out. He nearly instantly forgets what he was listening for when Bruce starts speaking in a low register.
"Clark, I need to taste you." Bruce pants against Clark's drool-soaked lips.
He lowers himself to his knees, tracing Clark's sides with his hands on his way down. He begins rubbing his face against Clark's clothed upper thigh, then mouthing over the painfully hardened bulge beneath the Kryptonian's trunks.
"All this from kissing?" Bruce teases. So very gently, he sucks at the peak of the tent in front of him.
"I-it's been a while." Clark tries to defend himself, it's no use, his whiny tone and soft gasps when Bruce meets his eyes betray him.
Clark gulps, he knew he should try to multitask; but when he was with Bruce, he couldn't bring himself to divide his attention.
Seeing his Adam's apple bob nervously, Bruce hooks his large fingers under the colorful waistband, tugging both garments down in one swift gesture. Clark's cock instantly springs free from its fabric prison, hanging heavy above his legs, already dripping and ready.
Pressing his nose to his shaft, Bruce takes in a deep inhale as he slides towards his leaking tip, Clark shudders at the sensation and oddly the idea that Bruce wanted to smell him. He presses his tongue flat beneath the tip his eyes flutter shut at the slow, instantly familiar stretch of his lips as he makes his way down Clark.
Bruce starts gently sucking Clark, savoring the taste and texture of his delicious cock. The salty sticky mess that was coating his mouth. Clark soft gasp is cut short as he hears something unfamiliar and gives Bruce a pained look, biting the corner of his lip as he tries to pull out. Bruce looks up to him with needy eyes and simply shakes his head, sucking harder with furrowed brows. Clark is weak in this moment, as he often finds himself whilst in Bruce's presence, and chooses to ignore whatever nonsense Krypto is up to, deciding it can wait.
Bruce glides his hollowed cheeks up and down Clark's silken skin. He moans softly as Clark is stuffing the back of his throat, Clark huffs out at the sensation gripping the back of Bruce's head and guiding him through it, tears escaping as he fights choking on the Kryptonian. Feeling Bruce's throat constricting against his cock, Clark quickly cums down the wet hot space, his only warning a loud unintelligible whine and a scrunched expression.
As Clark releases his head, Bruce slides off and coughs wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
Clark reaches down for his pants, "Okay Bruce I really should, NGH-"
Bruce pounces on him, pinning him to the table he had been leaning against.
"What about me?" Bruce questions bringing Clark's hand to the front of his suit and rutting slowly against it.
"C-can you wait just a sec-"
Bruce doesn't let him finish before pushing him down on the table and grinding down against his exposed thigh.
"Noo." Bruce whines out impatiently.
"F-fuck Bruce" Clark groans.
"Clark, I need it," he says shamelessly, taking Clark's hand in his own and running it up the back of his thigh, planting it on the curvature of his ass.
Clark furrows his brows, feeling as his dick has already come to attention once more as Bruce uses one hand to unbuckle his belt, then swiftly slipping Clark's hand past his waistband. Clark groans and tugs down the bottom half of Bruce's suit to his knees, exposing the vigilante's own thick cock.The sight practically casues Clarks mouth to water, it’s been too long since he’s tasted Bruce and he desperately whines at the thought that Bruce won’t let him waste any more time.
Bruce takes Clark's other hand and shoves it down the Kryptonian's mouth.
Clark rolls his eyes back and drools against his own fingers as Bruce works them in and out, nodding in encouragement as Clark takes them further down his hot throat. Drool drips back onto his own chin as he takes the digits out and moves the back to Bruce's ass.
He stays silent so he can soak in is Bruce's soft gasp as his fingertip pushes past his rim. Clark works his finger in and out; Bruce rocks himself back against the digits as Clark slides a second one in moving in time with Bruce before he starts to scissor his fingers, stretching Bruce much slower than he knows he needs.
Bruce briefly pleads with him for another, and Clark quickly folds, adding a third finger and shoving them in and out before he lets Bruce ride his thick fingers down to his knuckles.
Clark leans up and starts pressing kisses to the exposed skin on Bruce's neck.
"Let me mark you, Bruce." Clark begs, wiggling his other hand beneath the top half of his suit.
And although Bruce would more than enjoy basking in the sensation provided by Clark latching onto his nipple, suckling as if there was milk to be drawn out- he was determined to keep some shred of his dignity in this situation he had caused.
"Ah-ah," he wags his finger, "not this time." Causing the larger man in front of him to pout.
Clark resorts to kissing along Bruce's armored chest instead, speeding up the pace of his fingers.
"Lay back down, Clark." Bruce orders. He reluctantly obliges, pressing one last kiss to the muscular chest before him, and gently laying back against the table.
Bruce releases a sigh as he removes Clark's thick fingers.
"Clark before I let you put it in, if you cum inside this will be the last time you see my body like this, understand?" He warns.
Clark nods vigorously, panting as he lines himself up.
"Answer me, Clark." Bruce grabs his jaw.
"Ngh- Bruce I promise." He looks up at him with watery eyes, a sight that Bruce can't deny he missed.
Bruce presses himself back against Clark's dripping cock and slowly sinks down.
Bruce can't help but squeeze his eyes shut tightly as he's completely stuffed with Clark's cock, he can feel the alien tensing beneath him as he desperately tries not to buck his hips up into Bruce.
Bruce steadies his hands on Clark's plush chest; he slowly opens his eyes and is greeted with the sight of Clark's straining face. His lower lip being held so tightly between his teeth that Bruce wondered if he would puncture a hole through it; tears being squeezed out from his twitching shut eyes.
Bruce parts his own lips as he begins grinding down on Clark, letting out drawn out sighs with each movement.
Clark places his hands firmly on Bruce's hips and helps guide him up and down. He opens his mouth to gasp softly as Bruce's fingertips brush over his nipples before squeezing the muscle.
Suddenly, he's taken out of the moment by the ever-present sound of shuffling, his eyes shoot open and he turns his head in the direction of the noise
Bruce notices, once again, and grabs Clark's arms running them against his body.
"Please Clark, please don't go- I- ngh I need you, you feel so good-"
Clark's pupils are blown wide his upper lip twitching wildly as he watches Bruce, he stops himself from breathing so he can just listen, listen to the noises coming from Bruce's lips, the wet sounds of their bodies making contact, he just wants to take it all in, soak it in for as long as he can.
"Clark, please, I need more-" Bruce begs.
Clark flips them over swiftly, easily bending Bruce over the table. He steadies a hand between the bat's shoulder blades, pushing him down into the table. Clark quickens his pace as he's thrusting into Bruce from behind, each powerful snap of his hips draws out a deep moan from the man beneath him.
With Clark driving into him, Bruce scrunches his face feeling every inch of Clark's thick cock pounding into him with no remorse.
In a brief moment of clarity, he realizes he's almost forgotten the reason he came to the fortress in the first place, he thinks back to Dick, hoping that he's not in too much danger all things considered. He silently curses himself for powering off his comms, wondering why it is that cock makes people so stupid, before deciding he needs to up the antics, determined to ensure that he's the only thing Superman can bear to stay focused on.
Clark whines out as he feels Bruce's tight hole pulse around him, he shivers as he watches his cock slide in and out of the velvety cavity with such ease, maybe this is what the two of them were made for. Bruce is moaning wildly making him wonder if he had stepped into a porno of some sort- golly making porn with Bruce, he'd have to bring that up sometime.
"Gosh, what's gotten into you, B?" Clark manages to question him between whimpers.
"You're never this loud." He states as his tongue rolls out of his mouth, panting between every thrust.
Bruce groans out one more time before rolling his hips back and meeting Clark's pace.
"I told you, I just- ngh- missed you." The large man whines.
Clark stills for a moment and Bruce swears he can feel him growing inside of him, after hearing Bruce's admission, Clark fucks into him harder, moving his hands to grip Bruce's hips and pull him back onto his cock, burying himself as deep as he can. As they're meeting each other's thrusts, Bruce is begging Clark to give him more, as if that were possible.
Clark grabs his hands and pins them on the table keeping one hand on his waist to steady himself as he drives into him at a punishing pace. Suddenly, all he can think of is Bruce, his mind is entirely occupied by the devilishly handsome man before him.
"B, I-I'm gonna cum." Clark declares as he bites down on Bruce's exposed neck, the two of them moaning in sync and finishing virtually in unison.
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Clark slumps over onto Bruce's back breathing heavily as he kisses and licks on Bruce's neck. While underneath him, Bruce manages to finally power back on his communicator only to see he's missed multiple calls from Dick, he springs up, shoving Clark off his back.
"Fuck! My son- he needs me!" He yells out in panic, hopping back into the bottom half of his suit.
"You have a son???" Clark asks with a horrified expression plastered on his face; he's stunned in place unable to move as he watches with wide eyes as Bruce storms out of the fortress.