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Harvey was at a complete loss for the first time in his career. Taking care of the residents of Pelican Town was normally easy. Sure, George could complain at times, and sometimes Abigail would try to brave the mines alone once in a blue moon, but nothing too major. Life was peaceful, simple. Sure, he could get lonely sometimes, and the mundane routine could get a tad boring, but he liked the structure! Life was monotonous, but that was exactly the normalcy he was after. It's why he chose to be the town doctor after all. His mother was always calling and writing to him ever since he left the city. Nagging him about grandkids and settling down, it was exhausting. She didn’t get it; he was married to his work.

That was before someone moved to town… The farmer. At first, Harvey had no issues. They came by the clinic once, and Harvey introduced himself to them, and everything seemed normal. Until strange things around town started to happen. For example, the farmer was running around constantly, always on the move without taking breaks. No job was too big for them, which was admirable, but Harvey couldn’t help but wonder whether they ever took time to relax.

So, Harvey thought it might be good to give them some advice. They were young, likely unsure of how to handle the physical needs of running a farm. Harvey tried to tell them, whenever they’d cross paths, tips for a balanced diet and how to stay in shape. It was awkward but well-intentioned. Something that the farmer clearly did not take to heart.

Eventually, he noticed that they would be found passed out in the fields near their house, or they would be up in the mountains, and he would have to get up at two in the morning just to drag them back down. It was beginning to make him a little frustrated. He had never struggled with treating anyone before, so why was this one so difficult?

It really started to irk him when he noticed he was going gray. GRAY! He was getting to a breaking point, which left him no other choice…

It was early in the morning, and the chickens hadn’t started cawing for breakfast when there was a loud knock at your house. Begrudgingly, you rise. Heading to the door, you throw it open, ready to cuss out whoever decided to wake you at the buttcrack of dawn, until you spot Harvey. Golden light shines through the door, illuminating the farmhouse and making you squint a bit.

Standing there with one hand on your hip, you lean your other hip against the doorway and wait for what he has to say. You threw on a robe before answering the door, still dressed in whatever you had on for sleep, not even bothering to brush your hair.

You must have looked angry because he flinched when he saw you. Sheepishly, he clears his throat, “Good morning, Y/N. I was just in the area, and I thought maybe it would be nice if I-”

“What do you want, Doc?” You didn’t have the energy for beating around the bush this early. Yawning, you weren’t even fully awake yet. He appears a bit annoyed but doesn't comment on your blunt question.

“You’re having some serious problems lately, and as your doctor, I need to figure out what is causing them.” He crossed his arms, trying to look imposing, which was admittedly a little funny.

Fighting the urge to laugh at him, you sigh a little, covering your mouth as you yawn. “Can’t this wait? I was asleep.”

“No.” Harvey is shockingly more forceful this time.

“No?”

“No.” He lets out a deep exhale through his nose before continuing. “You have passed out one too many times and clearly aren’t listening to my advice. I need to understand what is causing you to collapse so frequently. Is it malnutrition? Low blood pressure? Narcolepsy?”

He really is serious about this… “Just slow down- I am fine. Sure, I pass out from time to time, but it's not a big deal.” Trying to downplay the situation just upsets him further.

“Not a big deal- do you hear yourself? You need help. I’m not leaving until we figure out what's causing this-” As Harvey lectures you, you can’t help but notice the little wrinkle above his eyebrows that he gets when he’s mad; it’s kind of cute. His moustache also moves a certain way when he talks. That's also distracting. “I mean, really? Do you have any idea how worried I am? I started getting gray hairs because you keep ignoring my help and end up hurt!” He took his job a little too seriously in your opinion.

“Whoa- let’s take a deep breath for a second. Tell me, what’s going on?” Harvey is clearly upset; that much is obvious, but you still weren’t fully processing his words yet.

He lets out a deep, frustrated sigh: “Y/N, you’re the problem.” Ouch. “Sorry- that came out harsher than I meant. What I mean is… You are the only person in Pelican Town who has this many health-related issues. Every time I see you, you have a new bruise or cut, or you’ve passed out, and I don’t understand how to treat you. You won't listen to my advice or take me seriously; I just want to help.” It was hard not to kick himself over this, but you were his responsibility, and seeing anyone in need of help was hard to ignore.

After seeing his hurt puppy-like eyes, you couldn’t say no. He looked like a beagle, and you're a sucker for those green eyes. After getting dressed properly, you let him take you to the clinic for a routine check-up. Harvey asked a lot of questions about your routine and habits. His medical office was smaller than most doctors’ offices you've been to. The walls were slightly blue with a couple of eye charts and anatomy figures hanging. A fake plant sits in the corner of the room, and the air smells faintly of citrus and hand sanitizer.

There was a skeleton you noticed, and you tried to touch it, but Harvey gently bats your hand away from it: “Leave it alone, please.”

“Does he have a name?” He looks up from the chart he was looking at on his clipboard, one bushy eyebrow raised. You gesture to the skeleton again. “The skeleton- does he have a name?”

“Oh, no.” He looks back down at his clipboard again.

“Would you like him to have a name?”

“No.”

You stay quiet for a moment, thinking of good puns. “What about Skelly Clarkson?”

“Y/N, please. I said no.” He doesn’t even bother to look up this time. Huffing, you decide to just get this over with.

It wasn't completely uncomfortable, at least he let you change before dragging you into town earlier than your usual wake-up time. You hope he won't take too long; the chickens get fussy if you don't feed them at the usual time.

“Smoking?”

“No, no smoking.”

“Any alcohol consumption?”

“Not regularly… maybe once in a while.” That’s at least promising so far. At least Y/N isn’t fighting Harvey on this. He feared the worst and was pleasantly surprised that you were cooperating with him.

Sitting on the exam table, you let him ask his questions and do his exams. Everything was fine, more or less. After going through all of his questions, he finally reached the end. “I don’t get it… You should be in perfect health. Tell me, what do you eat on a typical day?” Harvey goes over the charts again and again, trying to find anything that could be wrong.

Humming, your legs swing a little as you sit on the edge of the exam table. “Well, most days I just eat whatever I can find. Horseradish, maybe an old parsnip… Usually, I just have a Joja Cola I found in the river and some pizza from Gus.” Shrugging, you don’t have a problem with your diet. It wasn't much, but it was cheap. Working most of the time left you with little time, and farming didn't bring in much cash.

Harvey, on the other ha, nd looks appalled at this discovery. “No wonder you’re constantly exhausted- oh dear Yoba… Y/N, you need to eat a healthy and balanced diet.” He runs a hand down his face. How could he not think of this before? It was so obvious.

“My diet is fine-“

Harvey holds a finger out, silencing you- “No, it isn’t. I know just what you need.”

Slouching forward, you brace yourself for whatever ridiculous advice Harvey was going to give you. The metal exam table was starting to feel uncomfortable, and you wanted to go back to sleep. Glancing around the office, you choose to focus on the anatomy posters around the room. One elbow over your knee, you prop your head up with one hand as you listen to him talk again.

“You need balanced home-cooked meals. Luckily for you, I happen to be a pretty good cook.”

That was not what you were expecting- you thought he was about to go on some long-winded explanation about why you should eat more vegetables or whatever. “You’d cook for me?”

“You work so hard. Not even on the farm, you’re always helping out with folks here; I don’t want you to hurt yourself because you’re not eating right.”

Nobody ever offered to cook for you before, and for Harvey to take time out of his busy day felt a bit wrong. “Harvey, I can’t accept that-“

“You haven’t even tried my cooking, and you’re already rejecting it?” His thick brows push together, forming a little wrinkle between them. Clearly, you hurt his pride a bit.

“No, it’s not like that! I wouldn’t feel right making you go out of your way because I’m too overworked to take care of myself.” Suddenly, you felt guilty for making Harvey worry.

“Nonsense.” he waves away your concern and starts jotting down something on his clipboard. “Would it help if I showed you how I cook?” Sometimes people felt bad for accepting gifts without working for them. Maybe this way the farmer would feel like they earned his help?

“If you’re willing to try… I guess anything would beat whatever I scrounge up in the woods,” you admit a little more sheepishly this time.

Stardew Valley Fanfictions

SFW Harvey Headcannons - here

Brief headcannons about Harvey's life before Stardew in Zuzu City and how he came to be the doctor of Pelican Town!

SFW Looking out for you Harvey x Reader - here

Harvey wants to help the farmer but doesn't know how. Preview for the fic can be found here.

DC Fanfictions

18+ NSFW Superman Gets So Gay Off That Pink Kryptonite: Superbat Smut One shot - here

“How did you get pink kryptonite, Luthor?” Clark, as Superman, shouts as Lex corners him in the Luthorcorp office. He was lured here under false pretenses. Lex staged a monster attack - classic Lex core - to get him here. He had no idea that it would involve pink kryptonite!

“Oh, please, save it! I know all your secrets! I know that after long fights, you secretly go on long walks at the Metropolis City park so you can play with the dogs there!”

Clark collapses to the floor, unable to stand the overwhelming effects of the pink gem. “Please, everyone knows that I do that publicly- that isn’t a secret! You just stalk me like some… stalker!” he snaps as he clutches his hand to his chest. Suddenly, his suit felt like it was burning him. He needed to change. He was on the floor panting for air like a damn fish out of the water.

Lex laughed vindictively, “Oh, Superman, you have no idea how much I stalk you. I know about pink kryptonite because one time I put a microscopic microphone on your suit and listened to you before it fell off while you flew away - I did not think about that - but while it was attached to you, I heard you say to some reporter the only thing worse than regular kryptonite is pink kryptonite! So I got some!”

“Luthor, you fool… do you ever breathe or do you just talk in run-ons?”

“Don’t lecture me on my grammar, Supershit!”

“You know I hate that!” He lunges at Lex’s legs and pulls him to the ground. He crawls on top of Lex and holds him on the floor. Even under kryptonite, he is still stronger than this twink. “The thing about pink kryptonite is, it doesn’t make me weak-” He gasps for air again as he holds Luthor down.

“What? What does it do then- makes you bad at breathing?”

“No- you are so foolish for someone who claims to be a genius. It makes me… oh god…” It hurts to talk; he was sweating so much. Why is this suit so damn hot?

Lex was not upset about being underneath him; his true plan was working out. He just needed some of his sperm to make a superclone. This was going to be too easy at this point.

“Keep talking, big guy, I’m about to enact my true master plan-”

Clark couldn’t take it anymore, so he reached for the special phone his friend, Bruce Wayne, gave him. He dials the number quickly, “I need you… I am stuck… at Luthorcorp towers… Kryptonite… help!” Before Bruce could even respond, he hung up and just lay on top of Lex, his body shaking, practically vibrating at this point. Was he having a seizure?

“Who did you call? You know I don’t like it when you invite other people to our little rendezvous! “

“I am begging you… please… shut. Up.” He grits his teeth and tries his best not to start ripping his suit off. Before long, Bruce was violating every traffic law there was to get to Clark.

A bat-shaped hunk of metal broke the window and clattered on the floor next to them. “Wait, you called Batman? You invited Batman here? This was supposed to be private!”

“Too bad Luthor.”

Batman crashes in through a second window and finds his friend on top of Lex, holding him down. “What the… where's the kryptonite?”

“Pink,” Clark rasps out as he hopes he can leave and go somewhere else and get out of his suit! God, he hates this thing right now.

Bruce quickly found the kryptonite and punched it as hard as he could, sending it flying into a wall. It clattered to the floor and smashed into a bunch of tiny pieces. “There- let's get you out of here.” He grabs Clark and hauls him up. As soon as they are out of the office, Clark can breathe, but he doesn’t last long. He was too dizzy and blacked out. Oh No!

When he came to, he was lying on a black chaise lounge in Bruce’s study. There were piles of books on the floor and large bookcases lined with expensive antiques.

Bruce was sitting on a matching recliner next to a fireplace in the study. He was watching the fire as it cracked and flickered in the dim light.

Clark sat up with a loud groan. He rubs his head and looks over at Bruce. “How long… was I out for?”

Bruce immediately hears Clark and walks over briskly to check on him. “Hey, you were out for about an hour- how are you feeling? You should drink some water-“ he had a glass prepared for Clark already.

Clark takes the water and downs it fast. “Bruce… I need to get this off of me,” His hands clutch at his suit as he starts to slip it off over his head. Bruce helps him, and his cool hands feel like ice on Clark’s burning skin.

“Clark, we need to talk- are you okay? You’re burning up-” Suddenly, Bruce became concerned with the rising temperature of his usually invincible friend.

Clark gets the top part of the suit off, Bruce could see the rise and fall of his chest as the Kryptonian gasped for air. “This is just a symptom of the pink kryptonite,” Clark dismisses his worries and leans further into Bruce’s hand. Bruce could feel Clark’s pulse, and it was easily 160 beats per minute- this was alarming to say the least.

“Yes, about that… You told me about regular kryptonite, but what on earth is pink kryptonite?” Bruce sits on the couch next to his friend. His brows were pressed together, creating a new wrinkle to appear on his forehead- he was getting old despite his hour-long Korean skin care regime.

“Oh god,” Clark covers his head in his hands, lightly gripping the sides of his face. “I didn’t want to tell you because it is embarrassing. Pink kryptonite is like regular kryptonite except it makes me…” his voice trails off and ends there.

Bruce stares at him in confusion, “Okay, well, it isn’t making you angry like red kryptonite, what does it do? You can tell me anything. Your well-being is at stake here; you have to tell me.” There was a bit of urgency in his voice. Did Bruce Wayne care about him? Gasp.

“Bruce, you don’t get it… it makes me-” he says the answer, but it is muffled by his hands.

“Sorry, what?”

“Hmmny.” Clark speaks through his clenched hands.

“Again- this time so I can actually hear it?”

“Hmrny.”

“That isn’t a word- Clark, seriously, please- come on.”

“Horny.” There was a long, awkward three seconds that passed before either of them spoke. “It makes me uncontrollably horny.”

“Oh- that's it? It won’t kill you… It just turns you on?” Bruce watches Clark’s breathing and his body language to try and assess how much damage this stupid pink space rock was doing.

“No- god I wish it was just that-” His hands move into his hair as he tugs at his perfect curls. “Once I am exposed to pink kryptonite, it gives me… it gives me an insanely high sex drive that won’t go away. The only thing that can fix this…”

“Should I call Lois for this-”

“No! She’s out of town for a work thing- I can’t think right now. She's all the way in England now for some conference?” Clark soothes himself by running his hands through his hair.

“So… Do you need access to my computer and some lotion?” Bruce asks, half joking and half serious.

“What- No! I don’t do that-” Clark looks almost offended by the suggestion.

Bruce grunts a little and crosses his arms. He gives Clark’s shoulder a small squeeze before letting go. “So, what fixes it?”

“I need to have sex. The longer I’m stuck like this, the higher my sex drive becomes. Bruce, I need you to have sex with me.” Clark faces Bruce and looks him in the eyes as he says this. He was serious; he needed this.

“What- you have a girlfriend- we can’t-” Bruce nearly falls off the sofa while Clark says this.

“It’s the only option, or I will be stuck as a hot and sweaty mess. Please, this is starting to hurt. It’s the only way, I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important"

“Again, Lois?”

“She told me she would be cool with it, she said she would be okay with it if this happens and I need… relief.” Clark grunts slightly as he adjusts himself on the couch.

“You seriously had a plan for this?”

“Yes, we had this for years, somehow Lex found out, but I don’t think he knew what this would do to me-” his breathing was still irregular and intense.

Bruce takes in Clark’s pleading look, the desperation. His whole body was flushed, his pupils were wide, and his body was starting to shake a little. Bruce’s jaw sets as he starts to come around to the idea- “and why haven’t you ever told me?”

“Bruce, I never expected you and I, of all people, to be in this situation. This is so painfully embarrassing for me, I never wanted you to know-” that was understandable.

“Still,” Bruce leans back on the chaise as he looks Clark up and down. His legs crossed, and his brow furrowed. “I don’t like that you kept secrets from me.”

Clark hangs his head as his hands clutch his hair tightly, deeply ashamed of all of this. “Alright, yeah, I understand… I don’t know who else I can trust right now, please, you have to help me- I can’t tell the league!"

That was true; that would tank morale and likely would have turned him into a laughing stock or some kind of creep. This was terrible. “Alright… just tell me what you need me to do.” Bruce relents as he places a hand just above Clark’s leg. The slight touch causes him to jolt involuntarily.

“Seriously- are you okay with that?”

“I already said yes, please don’t make me repeat myself,”

“Bruce. I need to make sure you are actually alright with this before anything happens-” He places a strong hand on Bruce’s shoulder with a bit too much force that almost knocks the wind out of him. “Clark, I am not thrilled by this situation- let's just get this over with.”

“You could be a little more romantic-”

“Are you seriously being picky right now?”

“No but… I have needs.”

“Needs? Like what?”

“Eye contact.”

“What? Clark, no. This is embarrassing enough.”

“Are you afraid of intimacy?” His therapist that Alfred forced him to see, also asked the same question. Which is why he stopped going.

Bruce huffs, and his chest puffs out slightly. “Clark… we bought know I’m not exactly the most touchy feely person-”

“Oh, I am more than aware of this. I’m not asking for much; I just need you to touch me, please. And I need you to look at me. And I need after care-”

“Alright- alright… I will do whatever it is you need, but… I’ve never done it with a guy before, so it won’t be good.”

“Really? I thought you would have?”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, you seem more likely to explore that… also Luscius Fox told me about that one work trip you two had-“

“Okay- stop right there. We did not- I’m not talking about this right now. Let’s… get this started.”

They wasted no time getting right into it. Bruce moved the coffee table out of the way in his study and started to undress himself while Clark did the same. Bruce looks over his shoulder as he sees Clark without his suit on- he's never seen him stripped down before. His eyes slowly trail down his body, taking in his broad chest and chiseled muscles and-

“See something you like-” that stopped him before he could look any further.

“We’ve never seen each other like this before. Forgive me for staring,” He plays it off a little too casually.

Clark laughs a little as he grins at Bruce. He was a little too comfortable with this. He watches as Bruce steps out of his suit and discards it somewhere across the room. He sees the faint marks and scars across his torso.

Clark’s hand gently traces one of the scars on Bruce’s abdomen. “How long have you had these?”

“A while,” his muscles involuntarily flex as he feels a slow rise of heat settle at the pit of his stomach, an unfamiliar fuzzy feeling. Nobody has touched him in so long, not like this.

Clark slowly pulls Bruce over to the couch and pulls him down. “You need to relax, you’re overthinking this.”

Bruce allows Clark to pull him down as he settles down next to him. There were a million things he never noticed about Clark. The size of his thighs, the way his hands were always so warm, how smooth his chest was- there wasn’t a single hair on him. A stark contrast to the wide patch of hair he had on his chest.

“What do you want me to do?” Straight to business, as always.

“I think you need help relaxing, just let me show you…” Clark says softly as he gently rubs Bruce’s tense shoulders. It felt like all of the constant stress and tension were starting to break down.

“There you go, let me take care of you,” Clark says as he crawls on top of Bruce. Moving his hands down from his shoulder over his chest and down his scarred abs. He stops once he reaches the path of hair right below his navel.

“I thought you wanted me to take care of you?” Bruce leans back till his back hits the armrest of the chaise.

Clark laughs a little and leans down over him, “You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. I’m happy taking the lead on this. Besides, you’re too much of a control freak anyway,” He teases him as he gently places a small kiss to Bruce’s lips before he could protest.

It was soft, slow even. Bruce felt confused at first, but slowly eased into it. His slightly crooked nose bumps into Clak’s as he tries to find his rhythm. It was awkward but oddly sweet at the same time.

Clark’s hand combs through Bruce’s raven hair, gently tucking it back as it falls over his forehead, as they kiss. Bruce’s hand rested on the small of Clark’s back, holding him gently.

Clark pulls back. “You’re a quick learner,” he says with a small grin.

A scowl quickly forms on Bruce’s face as he scoffs at him. “Shut up. I know how to kiss.”

“Oh, I know, but you don’t know how to be honest with yourself.” Clark pushes him even further before kissing him again. It was true, Bruce often pushed his wants and needs aside for his duties. He barely ever slept unless Alfred forced him, and he was so used to neglecting himself.

Allowing comfort was difficult, seemingly impossible, but he's so weak after months of emptiness. His hands move down Clark’s back, gripping his sides before he pushes Clark off of him and down on the couch that can barely contain both of their masses.

It would have been so easy for Clark to push Bruce back,k but he allowed it; he knew that his facade was slowly chipping away. Bruce hesitated over him, looking down at him, the way his hands fit around him.

His hair slowly falls over his eyes as he gazes down at Clark, taking in the beautiful sight of the man underneath him. Clark’s hand gently cups his face, feeling the unshaven stubble under his thumb.

He traces the outline of his jaw and can feel another faint scar along the side of his face. He hums softly as he looks up at him. “You sure seem to like eye contact now-”

“Hush.”

“Make me-”

Bruce crashes his lips into Clark’s. It was messy and needy. He needed this just as badly as Clark did. He knew Clark was holding back, and his self-restraint was slipping more and more. Their foreheads bumped into each other, which caused Clark to groan slightly, and Bruce took this opportunity to bite at his lip and run his tongue over it.

His hands were gripping the side of his friend with need. Clark had a strong arm wrapped over Bruce and the other clutching his hair as his body twitched underneath him with need.

Clark slowly pushes Bruce off of him, and Bruce leans slack against the sofa, breathing heavily. “What's wrong, Clark? Need a break already?”

“I’m just getting started…” Clark pulls Bruce’s boxers down slowly as he hovers over him. Bruce was surprisingly average in size, a good five or so inches, but one thing that Clark didn’t expect was the amount of girth Bruce’s cock had.

The tip was already red, and precum was starting to ooze out slightly. Bruce held his breath as Clark stared at his erection and shifted uncomfortably. “What? What are you doing?”

Clark felt himself drooling, whether this was the pink kryptonite or just his innermost desires, he didn’t care anymore. “Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time…” He says as his crystal blue eyes peer back up to look at Bruce before he slowly lowers his head to flick his tongue over the tip of Bruce’s dick.

The taste of his precum was salty but not enough of a deterrent. His defined lips slowly wrap around the bulbous head, drawing a slow moan out of Bruce’s parted lips. His head was tilted back, and he had to close his eyes. The pleasure of his best friend’s mouth on him was too intense, and they barely even started.

Clark watched Bruce’s face carefully, making sure he was feeling good. Bruce’s hands twitch at his sides, unsure of where to go but longing to hold some part of Clark. Clark notices right away, sharp as ever. He takes Bruce’s right hand and places it on top of his head. Instinctively, his hands clench around the beautiful dark curls atop Clark’s head.

Clark ran his tongue down to the base of his cock before placing him back in his mouth. With one hand, he can completely cover the shaft of Bruce’s dick. He slowly pumps his hand while he sucks, infuriatingly slow. His cheeks stretched around Bruce as he took more and more in his mouth.

“Christ- where the hell did you learn how to do-” His eyes rolled back when Clark’s soft lips reached the base of his cock, face buried in the patch of hair above his member. His dick twitches at the sensation of reaching the back of Clark’s throat, but before he can do anything, Clark slowly pulls back before moving his mouth up and down. His pace was painful and leisurely. He was taking his time with Bruce, savoring every groan and grunt that escaped Bruce’s mouth.

He felt a slight burn in his throat and a desire to gag, but he fought it back. Even kryptonians had gag reflexes, but nothing could stop Superman. Bruce’s hands grasped desperately at Clark as they trembled slightly.

Clark’s hands hold Bruce’s muscular thighs open, slowly rubbing circles to comfort him through this. He could tell Bruce was enjoying this more than he would likely admit, but he didn’t mind.

Bruce grits his teeth and groans as his mind clouds with pleasure. His hips start to buck into Clark, trying to get as close as possible. Clark’s strong hands move from Bruce’s thighs and push Bruce back down on the couch, and hold him still. He pulls his mouth off his dick with a small ‘pop’. A trail of saliva ran down the side of his cock and fell onto the clean wooden floor beneath the couch.

Clark caught his breath and wiped off his mouth. Bruce was also breathing heavily and looked at Clark in a dreamy haze. “Why did you stop?”

“I want you in me…” Clark says as his eyes run down Bruce’s body, who was still kneeling in front of him.

A low growl came from Bruce as he kept his lips pursed together. “How do you want me?”

Clark stood up and pulled his boxers down. His abnormally large dick fell out, stopping nearly mid-thigh. Bruce’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull. The air in his throat stopped, and he had to force himself to look away.

“Slow down there, cowboy, before you get ahead of yourself. I need you to get me going,” Clark tells him as he stands in front of Bruce.

Bruce slowly swallows the spit stuck in his mouth and motions for Clark to come closer. Clark complies and steps out of his boxers as he makes his way over to Bruce.

Bruce takes Clark’s large, veiny member in his hand, and it immediately stiffens. He spits shamelessly on Clark’s cock as he starts to run his hand up and down Clark’s shaft.

Clark whines, and his mind struggles to keep up with how fast Bruce’s hand pumped him. “Jeez- it's not a race-”

“‘Jeez?’ Even right now you’re still going to talk like that?”

Clark groans and huffs as his hands grip onto Bruce’s strong shoulders. “It is when I want to be in you right now,” Bruce growls as his grip tightens slightly. It sent Clark into a spiral as he looked down at the obscene sight. His dick was making squelching sounds in Bruce’s slick hand. His spit and precum were mixing beautifully together to ease his pulsing member through Bruce’s calloused hand,

Clark’s breathing quickens, but right before the pleasure could reach its boiling point, Bruce stopped. Clark huffed and moved his hips on his own to try to get any fiction he could get. “Why did you stop?”

Bruce smirks as he watches Clark twitch and try to fuck through his fist. “Look, you’re so desperate for me… I want to hear you say it again, and I might give you the relief you want.”

Clark had to keep himself still before he lost all composure and shamelessly rubbed himself through Bruce’s hand. “I said… I want you inside me,”

“Say it like you mean it-”

“Bruce- I swear to god- just, please!” He whimpers as he looks down at Bruce. Oh, he was just savoring this moment. “Please, I need you in me!”

“Oh, you need me, Clark? Come on, Smallville, you can do better than that,” Bruce keeps edging him on, relentlessly. It had Clark whining and slowly bucking his hips as his dick started to spasm slightly. “Fine, since you asked so nicely.”

His hand returned to the relentless pace before Clark could even blink. It shocked him and sent him backwards. Bruce’s other hand came and gripped him from behind. He grabbed a handful of Clark’s perky little ass and growled as he held him still by his butt, god, he could probably bounce a coin off it, it was so plump.

Right as Clark was about to release, Bruce stopped moving his fist around his Cock and slowed down. Clark was panting uncontrollably. His head was reeling; he had no idea what to do with himself. The way Bruce grabbed his behind made him stumble. Bruce’s hand slowly rubbed the outside of Clark’s cheek, gently stroking his supple skin.

Without warning, he lightly smacks Clark’s but causing Clark to gasp and stumble forward. The sound reverberated in the study and caused his ears to burn even more. Bruce rubbed where he smacked Clark to try and soothe any pain he caused.

His other hand releases Clark’s throbbing member and slowly cups his other ass cheek. He spreads them apart. Clark comes back down to earth, “What are you doing back there?

Bruce takes his spit-covered finger and inserts it into Clark’s tight hole. Clark groaned and shuddered at the feeling. Bruce slowly and carefully moves his finger in and out of his hole, only going as deep as his knuckle. He added a second digit to help prepare him for taking his dick. “There we go… just ease up, you’re sucking my hand in.” Bruce guides Clark as he fingers him.

“What the- where did you learn-” Clark tries to ask, but he's too lost in the pleasure of having Bruce’s thick fingers inside him.

Bruce finds the rubbery bundle of nerves and lightly presses a gentle finger against it with a curve of his digits, causing Clark to stiffen his posture. It felt different than a normal medical exam. This felt pleasurable, more than he ever anticipated. Slowly, after Bruce’s continuous fingering, he could feel that Clark started to loosen up. He was slowly becoming putty in his hand.

His fingers slip out slowly, and he shakes his hand off slightly, wiping it off on his thigh.”Not so talkative now, are you, Clark? Are you ready?” He asks him with an amused twinkle in his eye.

Without warning, Clark lifts Bruce by his arms and hoists him up. “Take me against this sofa right now-” Bruce didn’t need to be told twice. He took Clark and turned him around and gently pushed on his back, helping him bend down in position.

“Need you to arch that back for me,” Bruce leans over him and whispers in his ear. His mouth closes around the shell of his ear with a small bite. Clark whimpers as he pops his little booty out with the arch of his broad back.

Bruce rubs the tip of his cock in between Clark’s supple butt cleavage before he slips the fat tip of his cock into Clark’s ass. He was slow, careful. He didn’t want to go too far too fast. Clark’s hands gripped the sofa as he tried not to break it in half.

“You feel so good,” Clark whines shamelessly as Bruce stretches him out. Bruce slowly rubbed small circles on Clark’s hips to help comfort him as he held him in place.

Bruce couldn’t help the guttural moan that left him as he finally bottomed out inside Clark. He just let himself take in the sensation of how good his friend felt, how good he looked, all the little gasps and whimpers he let out.

This was more than just the pink kryptonite, Clark wanted this, he liked it- Hell, Bruce liked it! Clark impatiently started to move, hoping Bruce would take the hint and start moving. He adjusted to the new sensation, and it felt so good despite the initial sting.

Bruce stopped him by his hips and leaned back over him and growled in his ear. “Not so fast, I plan to fully savor every second…”

“Please, oh golly- move!”

Bruce waited for a moment longer before he slowly pulled himself partially out and then slowly pushed his hips back into Clark. His movements were sloppy and inconsistent. He didn’t care- this felt far too good, and he relished in Clark’s whines and minor complaints. He eventually finds his rhythm.

His hand wraps around Clark’s face and tilts his head to look back at him while he keeps thrusting in him. “Said you needed eye contact, want to see that handsome face when you cum all over my couch-”

Clark nearly exploded at that if it wasn’t for Bruce. He stopped- again. This would be cruel and unusual punishment if it didn’t feel so good.

Bruce felt his dick twitching inside Clark, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, so he tried to draw it out as much as possible. Slowly, he started to move again, gritting his teeth as he watched the way Clark’s body snapped against his perfectly, almost magnetically. God, he can’t believe they’ve never done this sooner.

Clark was panting, and his breathing was inconsistent. Sweat was rolling off his body, and he felt a tight coil in his stomach and an intense burning sensation starting to take control. “Bruce- I’m not going to last much longer, please- don’t stop!”

Bruce had a twisted sense of satisfaction when it came to making him beg, but he couldn't deny him, not when he looked so beautiful as he came undone around him. “That’s it, let it all go,” He increases his intensity, still careful not to push him too hard.

Suddenly, Clark’s mind went blank as he came all over Bruce’s study. It got everywhere; Some got on the floor, the couch, and some even got on Bruce’s desk in the back. How would they ever explain this to Alfred? He tensed around Bruce so tightly that it was nearly impossible for Bruce to pull out in time to paint his back white. Clark nearly fell over if it wasn’t for Bruce holding him up, which was no small feat.