Thank-you sentences for @dexdefyingstunts; mirrorverse!Clark and Kon’s daddy issues both get some.
( chrono || non-chrono )
“You know, I’ve really never met anyone as grateful for the opportunity to give me what I want as you, Kon-El,” Superman muses. He still sounds amused, and he crooks his fingers inside him. Kon comes that easy, even after everything else, his greedy and hurting cunt clenching down helplessly around those inexorable fingers and whole body shaking and stuttering with it, and he feels Superman’s smile widen against his temple.
He also feels like throwing up.
“Don’t go soft, princess,” Superman instructs like that’s even something Kon can control, and rubs the pads of his fingers along his inner walls again and again and over and over while Kon’s still trying to both recover from the orgasm and process the new endearment without his brain shorting out. His cunt throbs with much more pain than pleasure and his thighs tremble and his vision swims.
He doesn’t go soft at all.
“That’s my boy,” Superman hums approvingly, and Kon really almost does throw up. Then Superman slips his fingers back out of his abused and aching cunt and pets it a few more times, his slick and sticky fingers filthy with the mess of it.
Kon whines, just barely. It’s the only sound he can manage to make, and he can’t move at all. Everything’s too much, and he’s too heavy and exhausted and achy and oversensitive and it’s just too much. Even the inhuman warmth of Superman’s body just inside his personal space makes him feel nauseous and overwhelmed and like he just wants to melt into nothing and never, ever have to do anything again. Never have to feel anything again.
Superman smiles against his temple again, and offers up his slick and sticky hand with the same obvious certainty that Kon wants what he’s offering as he did after Kon hit his knees for him for the first time. Every inch of Kon’s body is too heavy and weak and burnt out to move. He didn’t feel this weak when he was fucking dying. If he even so much as lifts a finger right now, he is positive he’ll pass right back the fuck out and maybe not wake up until those engines finally start again.
But not for Superman, he’s just as positive, and somehow manages to open his mouth and lift his head just enough to meet him. Superman pushes his fingers into his mouth and down his throat just as inexorably as he pushed them into his cunt, just the same way he fucked his cunt with them, and Kon doesn’t even choke.