Man of Tomorrow

          Never heard a moan as sweet as Clark’s—soft yet full of need… almost too helpless. And to think that Arthur was capable of turning the Man of Steel himself into such putty of warm and tempting surrender with a mere touch to where it truly mattered—where he could spark that heat that Clark deserved to indulge and enjoy. And moment’s respite was only minimal when he finally stopped his kneads with letting Clark’s breasts bounce free in their full swell upon release as he let his hand move up to the man’s neck instead… where his thumb ran along the underside of the chiseled  of his jaw, pad pressed firm against the skin until it reached the plump of his lips where he could feel the moan from his throat to mouth. Arched back, Arthur could see how flushed he was—how his face was contorted into such sweet pleasure. Clark was just beautiful ——— even if he let other’s watch, he might just have him all, all of him, for himself.

“Alright then…” Arthur hummed, lips kissing along the shell of Clark’s ear as he then released him from the embrace to reached forward for the knob to turn the shower off—some little pause when he took the other by the hand and pulled him towards the side of the house. Though reaching the porch, it was almost a reminder for Arthur to breathe—a reminder for him about the thrill that he was holding in and quickly nagged at his core that he just had to pull at Clark harder and practically force him against the wall beside the door that it creaked against the groan. With both of his own massive arms keeping Clark in, Arthur just had to taste—a growl against Clark’s lips as he pressed deeper for a kiss where their bountiful chests kneaded against each other like the throbbing girths of their cocks. More than enough for another growl—and a softer chuckle against Clark’s lips. “——– had the fire rolling before I called you in…” Arthur finally grumbled, kissing on. “Would you like that? Me tasting you by the fire?”

He was under Arthur’s spell, his body completely given up to the Atlantean king. He was a whimpering, mewling mess, rutting and titling his body so that Arthur could play and massage his body however he wanted. Clark sighed softly as his breasts continued to bounce and jiggle even as the other man had let them go. Tilting his head, the Kryptonian stood there under the shower, letting the other man’s fingers trail up his neck and jawline to his lips, where his tongue swiped a taste of the salty sea king. His moans were dripping out of him like syrup, and Clark’s eyes were fluttering, barely being able to stay open without him crumbling right then and there.

          Minus the fact that Clark can probably throw him out the window of his apartment within three seconds, barging into his apartment seemed like a good idea—maybe even take a selfie in the bathroom and send it to Bruce. But if anything, after through it all, Jason knew better than to fly too high. Especially not when he doesn’t have wings anymore. Jason grunted then, broad shoulder shrugging. “——— nicked it from the Greeks… said it was some sure way to rob banks… could be a magic bomb… or some weird lodestone—or just an actual bomb… the Greeks had been going around with the Serbians after all…” he hummed then, teasing the other.

Taking the bowl from the other, he started to mix the salad with the two spoons while keeping an eye on Clark. ‘’You don’t like to talk about yourself?’’ Smirking to himself, Nik scooped a potato before lifting the spoon to his lips. It wasn’t the most sanitary thing to do, but who would try to ground him for it, really? ‘’Who taught you how to cook? That’s the first question I have for you… Oh, and if you can give me the name of three people that would like to pay to see that porno,’’

"Come on, now. When have I ever come off as someone who liked talking about himself?” he snorted, only rolling his eyes as Nikolai mixed and ate idly from the bowl of potato salad. “I learned how from my mother. That and from living on my own. You live by yourself long enough, you learn to pick up cooking so you don’t always eat take-out all the time,” Clark laughed, before bending down to open up the oven and pull out the completed steaks.

“So…” Conner trails off, finally pulling away from the other. “Are you like my dad or brother? Because I was never clear on that.” It’s a funny first question, but one that Conner has needed to have clarified for years. “And am I allowed to be a Kent? I know I have been, but it was more so because Ma insisted that I should be.” Conner nods, he’s starving. “Oh God yes, I could probably eat a cow right now I’m so hungry…”

“I guess... you’re technically from my DNA, so I would assume father. But I wouldn’t want you to treat me too... formally either. How about an older brother? So you feel like you can talk to me about anything?” Clark smiled warmly at Conner, patting him on the back. “But if you wanted me to be your father, then I can do that too.” The older man laughed, nodding his head in amusement. “You’ve got super strength, my genes in you, and devilish good looks. What makes you think you’re not allowed to be a Kent? Besides, I’m pretty sure Ma would kick both of our butts if you didn’t want to be one.”

“just a bad feeling, sups.” tim was rarely wrong when it came to a detective’s hunch. he’d taken after bruce in that respect, always observant of trends, and the world around him. “what if… that black market bust up was a cover?” he vaguely recalls the things that were stolen, knock-offs of valuable pieces of art. “listen, these guys aren’t the brightest, but they wouldn’t buy off knock-off art, especially not someone like penguin.” he just couldn’t piece the story together yet. “if they were protecting what they thought was real art, they would’ve put a helluva bigger fight.”

the heatwave was bad enough. lincoln was splitting duty between shield and metropolis general, as a doctor on loan. a big body in blue was a stone in the current, a few other staff stopping to see what was going on, stemming the flow through the hall. in a frenzy like this, lincoln wasn’t above considering a little lightning to make things move again.

just as he’d approached, the lights started to go. it’s another layer of chaos on the pile. “–this building has generators, right?” wary faces around him nodded. so lincoln turned to the hero. “follow me to an exam room – it’ll be crammed, but it’s the best we can do.” he spun on his heels, leading superman down the hall. “if the generator doesn’t kick on, I’ll head for the basement. they might need me more as a battery, than a doctor.”

Trace chuckled with a grin as he watched Clark’s face. “I love it,” he breathed out, leaning in and catching the other’s face with his hands so he could kiss him deeply. He used some of the energy around them to add to his strength as he moved up, lifting them both so that he could put Clark’s back against the mattress and he could settle on top of him. He carefully lifted his legs so that they would go over his shoulders and smiled down at Clark. “Rough and hard, coming up,” he said, bucking his hips into Superman hard. He moaned loudly as his hips started to move fast and hard against the man, wanting to be relentless with his speed.

hands cupping the others ass once more, the two of them danced away to the beat of the music.for awhile as the alcohol was hitting oliver. he wasn’t some lightweight but the shots were pretty strong and he was starting to feel the buzz, though clark helped keep him steady. hands pushing into the others pants, his fingers made their way to his crack and down to that hole to tease him. “i got an idea or two”

once the two landed, mj didn’t let go of the kryptonian though he had to free one hand to unlock the door to his balcony to allow them inside. taking the others hand, he guided superman into his loft that he had started to move into. “with you i am” he was selfish and didn’t want the hero to leave.

once the two of their bodies were naked on the blanket, steve’s hands returned to exploring his friends perfectly chizeled body. fuck. he was like a statue of a greek god. “well, i’d like you to eat me out for starters… and see what’s up with that rod of steel” he said with a smile as his hand reached down and grabbed the others cock.

“Just make sure that after I take care of that pretty little hole if yours, you give me the best kryptonian pounding this side of the galaxy.” The young mutant mused as he stepped closer, using his magic to slowly undress Clark. “Just relax, and yeah I’ll be doing a bit of magic on myself, but I won’t tell you what or how.” he grinned. “Now come closer, superman so I can have my way with you.”

“Well if it isn’t Mr. Square jaw and muscles himself. Clark Kent,” He purred as he came closer to the alien, pinching his bicep slightly. “Honestly I thought you’d be off in outer space or something, especially in this unbearable heat. I’ve literally been dying to take my clothes off but it would be embarrassing since apparently it’s indecent exposure or something of the sort, but I think the situation is dire enough to allow it.” @metropolis-x-marvel

closed for lincoln

“I could use some assistance here,” Clark said firmly, holding onto the other man in his arms. “Found him beaten on the of the road. Some rioters must have gotten to him, but I flew him over as quickly as I could.” The Kryptonian stood in the middle of the hallway, unfazed by the frantic doctors and nurses hurrying around him. “Please. I’m not sure what I can do to help him; could you take a look at him? He was still breathing last I checked.” He ducked his head slightly as the lights above him sparked and flickered out from the power outage. “Perhaps I could lend a hand though, if you need some assistance.”

‘‘Oh I know it’s not a mix of both, who’s like to see a porno with your ugly mug in it?’‘ Grinning to himself, he threw the other male a teasing look. ‘‘Now? I’ll have you know I’ve stopped being one just a few days ago,’‘ Nikolai replied, clearly exaggerating the laps of time. It still felt like it was yesterday that he was still working for the KGB, and Hydra.

‘‘I suggest you find other ways to keep me on my toes. Stark is usually the one giving interviews, apparently, no one really wants me mumbling out 2 words answers to a harem of journalists,’‘ he mocked himself, looking at the cooked meal before moving his attention back to Clark. ‘‘I don’t like being the center of attention, the publicity, and this conversation,’‘ he smirked down at the other, using the side of his leg to nudge him.

“And? Are the Titans unable to repair it themselves? If they’re caring for Conner, then they should have known to have walls that can handle his strength. But if you really need reparation funds for it, I can do that.”

Conner falls silent, burying his face in the other’s chest. He just stays quiet, doing his best not to let the emotions he was feeling get to him. They could be overwhelming if he allowed them to be, and he didn’t want to allow them to be at all. Listening to everything that Clark says, he truthfully finds himself believing the words. In the end he tunes them out, keeping that hug tight as ever and just listening to Clark’s heart. He’s telling the truth, far as he can tell, and Conner believes all of it. He clears his throat, as manly as he can, without trying to sniffle. Using his sleeve, Conner wipes his nose off a bit, blinking away whatever was in his eyes. “I want,” he mutters weakly after a moment of silence. Hopefully that’s enough for Clark to go on for now.

Sighing heavily, Lewis just rolled his eyes at the jokes as he flipped open the file. His eyes scanned it the words as he heard Clark making more innuendos. “What does that even mean?” He asked looking back at Clark. A small smirk on his own lips as he turned his gaze back to the file. This was everything he needed to finish his article. This was all over the fact that someone was taking the crime in this city to a new measure. People were beginning to worry, but it had turned out- this wasn’t the first time a string of crimes like these had made the news. Something was off, and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Standing there for a moment reading, he noticed Clark’s shadow looming over as he finally answered the man. “Never.” He shot back cheekily. “Look, besides continuing to picture me wet and naked, how about you pick up the phone and find out where my Chinese food is, Smallville.” He pointed out as he walked over to the table with his computer. “Do what you like, but if I don’t get my Chinese food, the wrath of Lewis Lane will come down hard.” Lewis smiled at the man. “Clark, if you wanna help, get to it.”