gay n trans

everything is going so smoothly so quickly. you’ve made things official, already gone on quite a few dates, some fancy and others just at home or to the movie theatre, and he’s absolutely smitten with you

obviously, he gets a lot of attention as Superman, but that isn’t the same as getting attention from you, cuddled up on his couch with your head on his shoulder

he knows he’s in love two weeks in

but, alas, your newfound paradise does not last long

with the hustle and bustle around the Daily Planet, Clark hardly gets any time to breathe, working on new articles and getting everyone in the office coffees

and, of course, you’re equally swamped. he’s a less important reporter than you are, so you’re hard at work with larger stories, countless collaborative projects as well as your own

all of that is to say, you hardly have enough time in the day to sleep, let alone see each other outside of work to go on dates

his neediness sets in a few days into the big workload, pouting at his desk like a kicked puppy before he comes up with a brilliant plan

he’ll just get you a coffee, drop it off at your desk and hang around for a bit! it won’t be for as long as he really wants, he misses you, but something is better than nothing!

so, he gets a few orders from Jimmy and Lois and a few other coworkers before he rushes out, filled with determination

and, as he returns to the office with a tray full of drinks, he makes an awful, awful mistake

people rush up to him, retrieving their cups as he walks around, handing drinks to others, until he approaches your desk

and his glasses, already askew from the rush he was in earlier slip down his nose and hit the floor all at once

he drops to the ground with them

he has to! his identity is critically important! even though it breaks his heart to watch your coffee spill onto the floor as he falls

but it’s too late

as he slides his glasses back onto his face, sighing in relief, glancing up at you, and he can instantly tell that you’ve recognised him

he flounders for a moment, unprepared, before he grabs your hand and quickly drags you out of the main office and down the hall

you splutter as he pulls you into the janitor’s closet, his eyes downcast, ashamed as you seem unable to look away

“you’re Superman?” you whisper in disbelief

“yes.” he responds just as quietly, anxiously tapping his fingers together. “I know, it’s bad, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you!”

he spares a glance at you, nervous, and you meet his gaze with pure confusion

“what? no. Clark, I don’t care about that.” you respond quickly, shaking your head. “I know you’re in a lot of danger just telling me this now. I’m just… sort of stunned.”

and oh, he loves you

“no wonder you’re so big.” you tease, and he turns a vibrant shade of red up to the tips of his ears

he looks away, slightly overwhelmed. you know that he’s Superman now, and you really aren’t as shocked as he expected you to be when he played this situation out in his head

you have noticed your size difference many times before. both of you have. even before Clark’s schoolboy crush started

when he would hand you your coffee in the morning, his thick fingers would span over the entire cup, brushing against yours

he hides his larger frame well in oversized suits, but his hands have always stood out in your mind

and now, it makes sense

you spare a glance at the closet door, weighing the options in your mind while Clark stares at you like a lost puppy

you just can’t resist any longer

you grab him by the collar of his shirt and tug him down for a kiss, which he eagerly accepts, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace

he doesn’t let you pull back, greedy as he soaks up every little bit of affection, accepting the swipes of your tongue and parting his lips to let you deepen the kiss

and, for the first time, you wonder how this could possibly be Superman, already breathless and keening as you lick into his mouth

but Clark is already too far gone to be self conscious, his mind clouded pleasantly as his blood quickly rushes south

with how closely you’re pressed together, as cramped as you both are, it’s easy to feel the moment Clark starts growing hard, tenting his slacks

you purposefully ignore it for a minute, kissing him deeply, feeling his arms around you tense, fighting back the urge to pull you impossibly closer

and, eventually, your boyfriend just can’t help himself

he rocks his hips forward, still suckling on your tongue as he grinds against you, his height forcing him to hump against your stomach

you sigh, equal parts amused and aroused, and break the kiss

Clark whines loudly

“I’m sorry. please.” he begs unprompted, pent up and touch starved. “just a little more and I can finish. please, I need to.”

you swallow thickly, suddenly salivating. he is unfairly good at getting what he wants, especially from you

you kneel down in the closet, fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his slacks while he mumbles ‘thank you’s and apologies, his face still red

Clark’s boxers, comically and somehow expectedly, are just as red as his face. you bite back a laugh, not wanting to make him shy

tugging them down along with his slacks, his hard cock springs free, and promptly smacks your cheek

it’s thick and heavy, uncut with a pink tip hidden beneath his foreskin. you peel it back, exposing the shiny head and pressing a wet kiss there. it’s perfect

Clark shakes under your attention, the strong muscles of his thighs visibly clenching as you flatten your tongue along his glans, struggling not to buck his hips

you stroke his shaft with your index and thumb, swirling your tongue under his foreskin, tasting his glossy precome

you look up at him, meeting his eyes for a moment before he hides his face in his hands. you coo, closing your lips around the tip and beginning to suck softly

the pleasure is instantly too much, and you watch as Clark squirms, hollowing your cheeks as you see his full balls start to clench

thick, salty cum paints your tongue, swallowing as the amount already starts to overwhelm you

your throat bobs as you take more of his cock into your mouth, guiding every spurt to shoot right down your throat

Clark is a complete mess, moaning quietly, a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, his legs starting to shake as you suck around him and swallow

when he’s finally spent, you honestly feel full, like you’ve just eaten a big meal. it’s as unsettling as it is sexy

he slumps against the closet wall, his glasses foggy and his hair curly and damp with sweat. he shyly meets your gaze

“can I return the favour?” he asks, resting his large hands on your waist, blinking his best puppy dog eyes at you

you ponder it for a moment before you remember your workload, frowning. another few minutes in here might get the both of you written up or fired

“when we get home.” you promise, reaching up to pat his warm, flushed cheek