#*clark.

because clark has missed him too. and settle him, letting him know just how much his presence is needed here. right here. right where he belongs. the blue-eyed hero gives a feather soft kiss to his husband's shoulder, large paw sweeping down the left side.

another kiss to the center of his spine. letting him soak in the warmth. to be cloaked in it. the taller male pushes, nestling himself just shy of bruce's prostate. he leans down, mouth on his neck, not moving.

not quite yet.

bodies start to meet, a horse groan tumbles forward. both hands digs into scarred flesh, his word warm against bruce's throat.

‘ let go, bruce. i've got you. ’

@bruz3r wanted some clorktion.