Thinking thoughts of Clark making Bruce ride him in the dead of night. His pale skin shining from the moonlight bouncing off his sweat. He rolled and bounced his hips in a slow rhythm, his thighs aching from his vigilante work early.
It as precisely that, however, that got him into this mess. Clark’s hands gripped his ass tightly, spreading him open even wider as he gave one hard thrust up before laying back down. “You can do better than that.” Bruce groaned, his head falling back as he looked at Clark’s angry red eyes through his lashes.
The Joker had gotten to close. They were used to his taunting, but he’d touched too much. Clark had been watching from outside the building, waiting for Bruce’s signal. But it came too late and Clark saw too much.
He didn’t enjoy others touching what wasn’t theirs. Especially a man like the Joker.
“Please, Clark. I-I can’t anymore.” With a clenched jaw, Clark wrapped one of his large hands around Bruce’s throbbing, leaking cock. He gave it a light squeeze, making Bruce sputter and moan. “Gotta make yourself cum tonight. Gotta remind your body who it belongs to all over again.” This was hard on Clark. He loved nothing more than to fuck into Bruce with all he had.
But, tonight, he needed to hold back. Bruce was so used to Clark doing it all—taking the lead and being open about what he feels. It’d been so long since Bruce had to do anything at all during sex. Clark usually already knew what he liked and how he liked it.
So this truly was his ultimate punishment. He wanted to turn his brain off and simply feel Clark thick cock rub against his swollen walls. Instead, he had to do it all himself.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Bruce cursed to the stifling air. His hands lay firm on Clark’s chest as his hips worked themself up and down and in circles. He was so close, he could feel his cock tightening. “Who do you belong to, Bruce? Is it the Joker? Is that why you let him touch this?” He slapped Bruce’s ass, his other hand gripping at his throat with just enough pressure to make his cock jump.
Bruce shook his head, “No, ngh-ah, I belong to you. Only you, Clark.” He moaned out quickly, his eyes connecting with Clark’s now blue. Clark’s jaw ticked as he fought to thrust. He wanted to hit that one spot that Bruce liked—hitting it repeatedly until Bruce came in trembles.
Bruce needed this reminder, and maybe Clark enjoyed the view too much to change his original plan.
“You’re so good for me. So so good.” Bruce nodded, his hips moving erratically as one of his hands came up to hold onto Clark’s wrist. He squeezed it, telling Clark to choke him harder, and who was Clark to deny the love of his life?
He didn’t add too much pressure, but enough to have him roll his eyes back and fall back down on his cock until it was completely inside and cumming all over Clark’s abdomen.
“Yours! Only yours, Clark!” He yelled as he came, Clark cumming inside him at the same time. Bruce fell onto his chest as soon as he let go of his throat, a purple ring already forming. Clark didn’t make any move to remove his cock from deep inside him, deciding to instead leave it in for the rest of the night.
“How was it?” He asked, kissing his forehead as Bruce’s eyes fought to stay awake. “So good.” He hummed. “Only I could ever make you feel that good, right?” He squeezed Bruce’s ass one last time, making his squirm. “Mm only you. Forever only you.” With that, Bruce fell asleep with nothing but the thought of Clark’s touch and pleasure.
Clark, satisfied with the night, wrapped his arms around his lover and fell into a deep sleep. Excited for what the morning would bring.
