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Bruce heard the voices coming closer, unaware, oblivious, to the danger lurking in the hidden entrance to the cave. Sheltered in the darkness after an earlier run in with Poison Ivy, Batman had become the unfortunate victim of her newest pheromones, the heat crawling under his skin becoming more and more unbearable with each passing moment.
Batman should be above these urges. He shouldn’t be falling victim to this.
That’s what he had been telling himself for the last half hour as he slowly made his way through the backstreets and alleyways of Gotham, trying to get back to the cave where he wouldn’t be around anybody else. Then he could ride out these urges the way he wanted, thinking about broad shoulders and a perfect smile; someone who would never feel the same way for him.
Unfortunately, or fortunately given the circumstances, Alfred was on one of his few vacations of the year, leaving Bruce with only his Batcycle as transport. Given the pounding in his head and the unfortunate lack of autopilot capabilities, Batman was forced to find an alternative way home, as he didn’t trust himself behind the wheel.
Batman had been able to find the nearest entrance that led to the cave, but didn’t realize how close it was to the public until he could hear groups of people walking and talking in the nearby park.
Digging his bare fingers further into the wall behind him as an attempt to distract himself, Batman squeezed his eyes shut, trying to force his mind to settle and go through his calming mantras to no avail.
Every second he could hear people getting closer, Batman was a moment closer to breaking his renowned control and becoming the exact kind of person that he fought against.
With the little brainpower he had remaining, Bruce ran through all of his contingencies, focusing on who or what might be able to help the situation.
“Su-Superman…” Batman was barely able to push out the words. Not knowing if he was heard, he clenched his jaw, fighting against the urge to step forwards, into the light, into the park, into the throng of people living in his city.
Just when he thought he could hold back no longer, as his foot started to leave the wall he had been pressing himself against, Superman landed right in front of him, his cape gently floating behind him.
“Batman? What happened? Why did you—” Superman’s questions were cut off when Batman all but flung himself at his teammate.
Catching him was no issue. What Superman was not prepared for was the warm body that was suddenly rolling their hips into his. The moan that echoed through the cave tunnel had Clark’s fingers tightening where they had dug into the meat of Bruce’s thighs.
“Bruce?” Barely a whisper, but that tone had Batman groaning again, arching further into his friend. He tried to hold still, tried to settle his racing mind, explain what was happening, what he needed.
“Ivy… ph-pheromones… need away… c-cave, help…” It was too late for Bruce to care about the stuttering.
He just needed release!
Wonderful, beautiful, smart Kal understood what he meant though. Taking less than a second to throw Bruce over his shoulder, Superman headed deeper into the tunnel, closer to the cave and further from any bystanders.
Normally Clark would fly them straight there, but with the way Bruce kept wriggling, he was afraid he might hurt his friend if he used his strength to hold him in place. The best he could do was steady Bruce as he slowly maneuvered himself down so he was facing Kal, chest to chest, arms locked around his neck and thighs tight around his waist. Clark thought that might finally be the end of it when Bruce went still, until short little movements started to pick up against his front.
Trying to look at the man in his arms, Bruce hid his face in Clark’s neck to avoid the gaze as his hips kept humping forward, rubbing against the muscles of Clark’s stomach. The pleasure was barely noticeable to Batman through his suit, but as he put more force behind the grind, he was rewarded with tingles that had him throwing his head back.
“Sorry, sorry… need— god I need more!” Bruce wailed, the frustration from his need piercing.
Adjusting his grip so Batman was being held by only one arm, Clark slowly reached towards the front of his friend’s suit, his fingers brushing against the hard codpiece dampening all sensation. Taking only a moment to consider Batman’s ire at him ruining a perfectly good suit, Superman’s fingers dug into the material, grabbing ahold and yanking, ripping open the front and allowing Bruce’s cock to jerk forward in freedom.
The moan Bruce let loose at the ability to finally rut forward with no restrictions had Clark’s own suit tightening in response. It only took three, four more thrusts before Bruce was coming, his cock jerking against Superman’s suit.
Letting his body go limp for a moment, trusting that Clark had him, Batman basked in the pleasure coursing through him.
All too soon though, that feeling of need, of release, of more, was back.
By this point, the two men had finally made it back to the cave and once his feet were on the ground, Bruce didn’t hesitate to start stripping off his remaining layers. Admiring each inch of skin being revealed, Clark did nothing, simply staying still while his friend puttered about the cave.
Feeling the gaze on him, Bruce turned sharply, meeting Clark’s eyes, the hunger very apparent from both of them. Stalking forward, Bruce backed Clark up until his back hit the wall, nowhere else for him to go unless he made that decision.
Slowly sliding his hands down the front of the Superman suit, Bruce was pleased when he found the returning erection jump under his fingertips. Bruce slowly leaned in, giving Clark time to push him away, his lips and tongue ghosting over Clark’s neck, tasting the skin as they made their way up, only stopping to hover over his lips. Lifting his gaze, the trembling in Bruce’s body grew with his lust, begging for him to do anything to quench his thirst, but in this moment Bruce knew that Clark had to bridge the gap.
Clark had to accept him.
Whatever hesitation Clark had disappeared as he dove forward, knotting his fingers in Bruce’s hair and pulling their mouths together. Their kiss was hot and heavy, Bruce biting at Clark’s lips, groaning as their tongues met.
Before long, they devolved to simply panting in the other’s mouth as Bruce finally reached in and freed Clark from his suit. Grasping both of them in his hands, Bruce let more of his weight fall forward, crowding Clark even further against the wall, slotting a knee between his legs. Using the cum from his earlier orgasm, Bruce’s fisted their dicks, his pace increasing every time Clark gasped.
Looking up, Bruce couldn’t help moaning as he watched Clark’s face tighten in pleasure before relaxing, his cock pulsing in Bruce’s hand as he sped up his wrist. Quickly following after Clark, Bruce slumped against his friend, tucking his face into Clark’s neck.
“Kal. I’m sorry, I—“ Clark cupped Bruce’s cheeks, cutting him off with a kiss.
“What do you need?” Gentle eyes boring into frantic ones. Bruce tried to say this was enough, he’d already taken too much of Clark, he couldn’t take anything else—
“You… Please?” Blue eyes softening, Clark wrapped Bruce in his arms and sped them out of the cave and through the manor. Having helped Bruce after many injuries, he knew exactly where Bruce’s bedroom was by now.
Dropping Bruce on his bed, Clark stepped back, finally shedding his suit. Standing there in all his naked glory, Bruce mouth watered as his eyes roamed over Clark’s body. All of Clark was gorgeous, but Bruce couldn’t help his whine when he actually saw what Clark was packing.
Bruce didn’t think he had a size kink, but holy hell was something stirring from that.
Clark had barely made it on the bed before Bruce was reaching out and guiding Clark’s cock to his mouth. His lips stretched wide as he let the head settle on his tongue. Curling over Bruce’s body, Clark reached out a hand to steady himself, fingers tensing on Bruce’s ass. Moaning around his mouthful, Bruce tilted his hips up into the pressure. Gesturing with one of his free hands to the bedside table, Clark got the idea and leaned over, opening the drawer and grabbing the lube inside.
Slick fingers breaching him had Bruce groaning. Urging Clark faster with quick jerks of his hips, Bruce closed his eyes, wanting to chase the pleasure but also not wanting this moment to end. Quickly working their way through the prep, once Clark was at four fingers, Bruce could hold back no more. Releasing Clark’s cock with a gasp, Bruce pushed at Clark until he was sitting back against the headboard. Swinging his leg over, Bruce straddled Clark’s hips, reaching a hand back to grasp Clark’s dick.
Slowly lowering himself, Bruce groaned as the head popped past his rim. Even this felt like more of a stretch than Clark’s fingers, but Bruce didn’t want to stop. Rocking his hips, Bruce let gravity do its work and help him inch more and more of Clark’s cock inside him.
When his ass finally met Clark’s hips, Bruce cried out as his cock jerked, cum drooling from the tip as the pleasure of Clark’s dick rubbing right up against his prostate had another orgasm rushing through his body. Curling into Clark’s neck, Bruce gasped at the fullness inside him. Feeling a hand gently pressing against his stomach, Bruce looked up to Clark’s eyes widening in disbelief. Following Clark’s gaze, Bruce inhaled sharply as his eyes fixated on the slight bulge to his abdomen.
“Can you feel me here?” Clark asked as he pressed down. Choking on his moan, Bruce nodded sharply, the feeling of Clark pressing up against his insides lighting him up.
“Please Clark—! More, I need more!” Bruce wriggled his hips, trying to chase the pleasure.
Laying back, Clark gripped Bruce’s hips, raising him up like he weighed nothing before sending a last questioning look.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes! God, please! Clark—!” Bruce broke off in a whine as Clark began to move his hips.
If it weren’t for Clark’s grip keeping his body in place, Bruce would’ve collapsed. As it was, all he could do was hold on as Clark picked up his pace, angling Bruce’s body in whatever way he pleased, his fingers tightening their hold with every moan from Bruce.
Wrapping his arms around Clark’s neck, Bruce brought their lips together, nipping and panting into each other’s mouths. This close, Bruce could hear Clark’s grunts and moans pick up, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his own release. Reaching a hand down to grab himself, Bruce couldn’t help crying out when Clark swatted his hand away.
“You are going to come from my cock and my cock alone. Can you do that?” Bruce nodded. He could do anything for Clark as long as he didn’t stop.
A few more well-angled thrusts later and Bruce was coming, Clark quickly following. Thinking he might have a moment to pause and catch his breath, Bruce whined when Clark immediately pulled out before the world was shifting and Bruce suddenly found himself on his knees, facing his headboard. Crowding up behind him, Clark quickly slotted his cock back inside Bruce’s hole, grabbing Bruce’s hands and pinning them against the wall above their heads.
The heat from Clark’s body felt like it matched the heat Bruce was feeling inside, and it wasn’t long before precum was leaking from his dick where it was just barely receiving friction.
“Please Clark, wanna cum! Please let me cum,” Bruce babbled. Humping forward did nothing, so Bruce was not above a little begging.
“Please, your cock feels so good— wanna be good for you— let me make you feel good! Just let me touch, just a little… just need you!”
The growl from Clark had Bruce tensing up, the vibrations surging through his body to his dick. Another orgasm had Bruce throwing his head back onto Clark’s shoulder, his body shaking.
Grabbing Bruce’s knees to spread him further apart, Clark leaned back, pulling Bruce into his lap.
With his legs held open and nowhere for Bruce to steady himself, he threw his arms back and around Clark’s neck. This new angle pushed Clark’s cock deeper into Bruce drawing out a whimper he was unable to hold in while his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Hiccuping gasps fell from his lips as Clark’s hips continued pistoning into him.
Once again Bruce felt his orgasm building, tears forming in his eyes as the pleasure crested, his body tensing in Clark’s arms. The slick sounds of Clark’s cum filling his hole rushed in his ears as his rhythm stuttered.
His head cradled in Clark’s neck, Bruce turned, pressing his lips against every bit of skin he could reach.
“Bruce? Are you—?” Bruce nipped at the tough skin below Clark’s ear, smiling at the shudder that ran through him. Bruce could feel his mind clearing up, the fog lifting, rational returning, but underneath that, the desire was still simmering, ready to bubble over.
Could Bruce send Clark away so he could finish this on his own?
Yes.
Did he want to?
“Stay… please?”
Lowering Bruce back on his front and tilting his hips up for the best angle, Clark dove back in, devouring Bruce’s lips as their mouths met over his shoulder.
Everything became a blur as Clark settled into a pace that had Bruce’s toes curling in pleasure. He could hardly tell where one orgasm ended in the next began, but one thing was certain. He needed Clark, needed more, needed—
Bruce whimpered as he felt yet another rush of heat spread through his body.
“Clark— Clark, I can’t—!“
“Yes you can. You’re taking my cock so well baby. You’re just a little slut, aren’t you? You’re my slut, only mine.” Bruce gasped as Clark’s hands clenched on his hips, no doubt leaving another set of bruises.
“God yes Clark, yours! Only wanted you, only need you—!”
Bruce felt Clark speeding up to an almost inhuman level, but anything more was post his awareness.
Slumping forward on the bed, Bruce was lost to his surroundings as his pleasure peaked once more and the world went dark.
Waking with the sun was not something Bruce Wayne did often. With his usual nighttime activities, he was more likely to still be up as the first rays of light hit the Gotham skyline.
So when the sun peaked through the blinds to his bedroom, Bruce did what he normally would, rolling over to bury himself in his pillows. Instead of pillows though, Bruce found himself face to chest with his best friend, secret crush, and (if he was being honest with himself) the love of his life.
Meeting Clark’s eyes, Bruce was prepared to see disgust, hate, even anger, not the tears welling up in crystal blue eyes.
“Clark?”
“I’m so sorry Bruce!” Confused beyond words, Bruce stayed silent and Clark took that as his go ahead.
“I knew you were compromised and I took advantage of you and you probably hate me and I wouldn’t even blame you for never wanting to see me again and—“ Covering Clark’s mouth with his own was the only thing he could think of to derail this thought, and Bruce used Clark’s surprise to roll on top of the man, straddling him like he’d done the night before.
“Clark, you did nothing wrong. It’s me who should be apologizing. You were simply helping out a friend. I should never have gotten you involved. I know you would’ve never done this under normal circumstances.” Clark mumbled something so quiet under his breath that you’d have to be superhuman to catch. Bruce raised an eyebrow.
“I would like to… you know, do that, under normal circumstances.”
“Me too.” Bruce couldn’t, wouldn’t, stop those words from slipping out, because they meant he could see Clark’s face brighten like the sun.
“Are you sure?” Rolling his hips, Bruce smirked as Clark choked out a moan.
“It’s gonna need to be a minute before this monster gets back in me,” he said as he grabbed Clark hardening cock, “but I’m open to any other suggestions you have?”
“How much time do we have?” Clark rolled Bruce beneath him, watching as Bruce spread his legs so Clark could settle more firmly between them.
“As long as you’ll have me.”
Leaning down, Clark closed his eyes as their lips met.
“Forever it is then.”