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One week, it had been just one week since Clark had last seen and felt Bruce; and already this big blue boy scout felt like he was losing his mind.
He had barely been able to get any work done all week, unable to keep a consistent train of thought, incessantly flipping over his phone as if that would change his current predicament.
Had Gotham’s most eligible bachelor already found a new toy better suited for satiating his seemingly unquenchable thirst?
The two men had only been seeing each other for around a month, surely the excitement hadn't died down so soon. Hell, just last week Clark had found himself on multiple occasions scurrying off to the bathroom, a cold sweat pooling atop his thick brow, as he fumbled with his phone, trying to properly admire the lewd photos the billionaire had sent him from his own Wayne Tower office.
In stark contrast, this week had Clark wondering if the last month had all been nothing more than some very wet figment of his imagination.
Bruce hadn’t even so much as opened a single one of Clark’s messages.
Obviously he knew Bruce Wayne was busy, he’s the people's prince of Gotham after all. But to think that he couldn’t find the time to even provide Clark with any proof of life? Not that he needed it of course. Whilst he tried his very best to respect the older man’s privacy, Clark simply couldn’t help himself listening in from time to time just to check up on him— like now, he could hear his heart rate low and slow. Must be sleeping late, good.
In all honesty, at this point it felt more like Clark was going through withdrawals. Even now, he couldn’t stop shifting in his seat, rhythmically bouncing his unimaginably strong leg, and you could forget about the document and references he had opened on his laptop, needing desperately to come up with something to type up.
Clark huffed dramatically and leaned back in his swivel chair, swaying from side to side and examining the odd water stains that decorated the ceiling tile directly above him.
He was beyond needy, and now, he even was starting to feel scared. There had to be a reason Bruce was ignoring him, and what if that reason was something bad, did he do something wrong the last time they were together? Was this Bruce’s way of punishing him? Had Clark been…. a bad boy…?
Had eating Bruce’s ass been too far?
He figured Bruce had to have liked it, otherwise he would’ve told Clark, he never had a problem running his mouth before.
——
“Fuck. Clark, just like that!” Bruce whined, face smushed into the pillow bellow.
Clark on his knees behind Bruce was letting his own drool drip down into the heat before nuzzling his face back between thick toned cheeks, where he belonged. Tongue heavy as he thoughtfully thrust it in and out, lapping up as much excess spit as he could, forcing it back into the pulsing hole.
“Mmpgh-” Clark attempted to release a content sigh, satisfied with the way his partner was now pushing back into his face, but it came out more like a desperate grunt of some sort.
Bruce squirmed underneath Clark, the younger insisted he needed to taste every part of him, and now Bruce was left grasping at sweat slicked sheets, pillows, anything he could in an attempt to ground himself.
“Ngh, haa, you like that? Shoving your face up my ass? Haa, it’s probably doing even more for you than it is for, ngh, me, fuck-” he wiggled his ass in the air in attempt to somehow have Clark wedged deeper.
The younger man’s hands were fastened securely around Bruce’s cheeks, not only pulling him closer to his face but also making sure he was secured in place, powerless against the sloppy intrusion.
Unable to stop himself from adding his middle finger into the now dripping heat of Bruce’s ass, Clark couldn’t stop the smile from forming when he felt Bruce rock back against the addition of his thick digit.
Clark lifted Bruce’s hips up further, his legs dangling in the air for just a moment, before thick muscled thighs clamped around Clark.
"Ngggh aah Clark-"
Fuck.
He was brought back down to Earth by the feeling of a distinct buzzing coming from his front pocket.
Clark slumped down in his chair and awkwardly wedged his large hand down the tight space, fishing out the much too small metallic brick. He simultaneously attempted adjusting his pants, noticing with wide eyes he was now half hard.
Fuck you, Bruce.
Bruce?
If Clark had ears like a dog they would be at attention, and if he had a tail, he would’ve probably propelled into the sky by now.
Bruce had texted him. Clark scurried to open up the message:
“See you tonight, Mr. Kent.”, with an invite attached, an exclusive reporter pass to the annual Gotham Metropolis Sister City Charity Gala.
Well would you look at that, maybe he wasn’t such a lost cause after all.
——
Clark made sure to wear something form fitting, unlike his usual oversized attire.
He was on a mission tonight, one he simply would not allow to go awry.
Something inside of the alien needed to show Bruce that he was good, prove to him that he was the best and that no one could be as good as Clark. He even applied cologne to his pulse points, something he usually avoided due to his heightened senses.
——
Bruce wandered around the grand ballroom, shaking hands and exchanging formalities with anyone who stopped him, making sure to be on his best behavior. He kept catching himself scanning the room for one thing and one thing only, his favorite pet. Clark Kent.He desperately longed to see the large man squirming beneath him begging for anything Bruce would give him. Bruce was so obsessed with the thought that he had decided it was in order that he manufacture some distance between the two, he could sense the both of them becoming much too comfortable in each other's presence and that was something that he wasn’t ready to come to terms with. He never kept a plaything for more than a week or so, finding himself either getting bored of them or being disgusted by the thought of entertaining something that could become domestic. But Clark, Clark was special to Bruce, and Clark was fun.
Bruce finally spotted him, at least a head taller than everyone else in the crowd. The Dark Knight licked his lips as he examined Clark's back from afar.
Tight pants hugging his thick thighs and plump ass, staring down his broad shoulders Bruce could imagine the seams pleading to be released from the stretch anytime Clark moved his arms. Clark was just a thick guy and Bruce loved that, nearly finding himself purring as he so shamelessly continued checking out the Kryptonian.
As he saw Clark start to turn his way, Bruce swiftly made his way to the bar area.
He was presented with a shot from another patron almost immediately, a shot that he happily accepted.
Quick to throw his head back and swallow down the fiery liquid.
Smoothing back his lightly gelled hair he closed the already tight gap between him and the kind lady who had given him much appreciated free alcohol, grinning at her as she politely began introducing herself.
Bruce was banking on the fact that Clark would be watching his every move. He could tell by the constant messages that he had intentionally left disregarded that the younger man must certainly already be eager to get him somewhere private, and Bruce could feel himself nearly shiver with anticipation at the thought of it.
He leaned into the touch of the woman next to him, letting her grope and feel his muscular arm while she continued talking about her mission to find donors for her rainforest conservation efforts.
He leaned down and let his lips ghost her ear, hearing her breath hitch.
“Get in contact with my office; Wayne Enterprises would be delighted to be involved in such a wonderful cause. I'll make sure they're anticipating your call.” He rumbled before pulling away and flashing her his million dollar smile, lifting his hand to rub large fingers over her soft knuckles before walking off.
That seemed like more than enough socializing for the night, Bruce Wayne could flaunt all day but he rather hated all of the clearly fake charming act folks would try on him at these events; and besides, Bruce was finding himself unable to shake the thought of Clark's hands being all over him.
Clark was just finishing up a conversation with a well off Gothamite regarding the cities efforts to put a stop on crime, and how outrageous he found it that some citizens would rather keep The Batman around instead of having government officials meddling in their private matters; Clark tried desperately to hold back a chuckle and keep his mild mannered expression.
All of a sudden he felt his pocket buzzing and politely excused himself.
“We’re leaving now” the text read.
Clark felt her mouth go dry, fuck, it was finally happening.
He was practically shaking as he made his way through the crowded ballroom and shoved the large doors open, scrambling down the stairs as he saw Bruce climbing into the back seat of a sleek black car.
Clark caught up to him and slipped into the vehicle shortly after.
He sat down, attempting to straighten out his suit jacket, trying to keep himself from fidgeting too much out of excitement as he awaited Bruce’s acknowledgment.
"Did you miss me, Mr. Kent?" Bruce asked calmly before reaching over to close the privacy partition to the cabin of the car.
Clark chuckled with a delighted expression plastered on his face and decided unbuttoning his suit jacket would be best.
The two men eyed each other in silence.
Bruce shoves his hand down into his pocket to retrieve his chapstick and swiftly applied it. Rubbing his lips together, watching as Clark's eyes immediately dart down following his movement, Clark instinctively licking at his own lips does not go unnoticed by the world’s greatest detective.
Bruce extends his large palm over Clark's muscular thigh, stroking it and trying to hide the slight smirk tugging at his expression as he leaned in, gently pressing his soft moisturized lips against Clark's own naturally plump lips. They slowly moved in unison, Bruce taking Clark's lower lip into his and gently sucking. Clark snaked his hand around Bruce's muscular waist gripping it with a firm squeeze causing Bruce to sigh into his mouth.
Bruce pulled away to suck at Clark's jaw, palming at Clark's plush chest, catching his nipple between his thumb and index. Clark decided to take this opportunity to let his possessiveness show.
"Who was that woman you were talking to?"
“Woman, I don’t seem to recall…” Bruce feigned confusion.
“At the bar.” Clark retorted, biting his own tongue.
“Oh, Dr.Isley, I believe, why?” there was a pause as bruce licked a stripe up to Clark’s ear, “Would you like her to join us?"
"Not a chance" Clark growled, rolling his eyes and huffing before lifting Bruce into his lap.
Bruce loosened his own tie followed by Clark's, he then reconnected their lips pecking Clark's mouth twice before licking at his bottom lip asking for access. Clark happily opened up allowing Bruce's tongue to prod at his own then swirling them against each other.
He gently sucked on Bruce's tongue, asking for more. That was all Bruce needed before he tilted Clark’s head back and shoved his own tongue to the back of Clark's throat. Bruce’s tongue completely filled clark's mouth and he began thrusting it back and forth effectively fucking Clark’s mouth with his tongue. Clark responded with gentle moans of encouragement, submitting to Bruce's mouth. wiggling underneath him, Clark dragged out a muffled moan as the zipper on his slacks pressed against his crotch at the perfect angle, he desperately ground his hips trying to recreate the sensation.
Clark reached up to run his fingers through the neat hair at the back of Bruce's head. rutting his hips up into bruce once more before the older man pulled away to breathe.
They stared into each other's eyes just breathing together for a moment before Bruce straightened his dress shirt and reached for the door handle.
"We're here." he tried saying plainly, clearing his throat and chuckling to himself as he dismounted Clark.
——
The pair made their way through the manor to Bruce's bedroom. Once inside, they continued further until they were in front of the large decorative mirror that was hung on the wall next to the dark, large, & elegant canopy bed.
Bruce made his way behind the taller man, his arms slowly finding their rightful place around Clark's torso, pulling his waist close and pressing his clothed groin against Clark's ass. Bruce rested his chin on Clark's meaty shoulder and admired his wide frame through the mirror.
"You looked so handsome tonight.” He hummed. “I had a hard time stopping myself from grabbing you by the collar and dragging you out myself." He took in a big whiff of Clark's scent at his neck, peppering soft kisses before latching on and sucking at the man's jawline.
“Fuck Clark. You smell so good." Bruce groaned into his skin. Gripping his hips tighter, Bruce began to gently grind into the back of Clark’s thighs.
Clark could do nothing but watch how Bruce’s roaming hands claimed his large body, jaw slack and breath hitching when a large finger would make its way under his belt and waistband. Clark reached up for Bruce’s head, angling it up so he could kiss him with need, he flipped around so they could now stand chest to chest, hard cocks pressed against each other. Bruce held Clark’s face and pressed kisses all over, kissing the corners of his mouth before hovering over Clark’s lips, Clark opened his mouth, anticipating for Bruce to finally give him the contact he so desired; but after a moment Bruce insisted avoided his lips altogether and continued kissing the other corner of his mouth.
Clark whines and presses Bruce's crotch against his own with more pressure, now starting to hump at the other man.
“Bruce- hah- pleasee"
Bruce pulled away and Clark felt like he could cry, claiming a spot on the edge of the bed he motioned Clark forward.
Clark stopped at Bruce’s feet and with one knowing look from the older, he fell to his knees. He inched forward placing both hands on the sides of Bruce's thighs before leaning in and kissing at his knees, settling between his thighs as he pressed more kisses on the inner muscle. As Clark made his way up, Bruce began softly petting Clark's glossy raven hair, Clark naturally leaned into the touch and Bruce hummed in approval as Clark started unfastening his belt.
Clark looked up and Bruce removed his glasses, setting them to the side. With Bruce's pants being pulled off and out of the way, Clark started rubbing his cheek against the hardened tent that had long been formed in Bruce's black briefs. He could feel his mouth watering, and there was suddenly nothing more that Clark wanted than to feel the familiar weight of Bruce's needy cock pressed against his tongue.
Bruce wedged Clark’s fingers under his thick waistband, giving him the permission he so desperately needed.
Clark tugged them off and let Bruce's thick cock slap against his face, he inhaled deeply, savoring the warm comforting scent of Bruce, his body wash, and the scent of his laundry detergent that still clung to the sensitive skin.
As Clark striped his tongue up Bruce from the base to his glistening tip he could feel Bruce relaxing above him with a deep sigh. He pressed his warm tongue flat underneath the tip and began slowly engulfing Bruce in his velvety mouth.
Fuck had he missed this taste.
The warm, beyond smooth skin gliding against his lips, the way the sticky salty precum immediately coated his tongue, the feeling of his mouth being stretched open by the thickness. The sensation was causing him to drool, the watery saliva mixing with the thick pre was making for a mess all over his chin. He bobbed his head faster, eyes fluttering shut as Bruce's tip tickled the back of his throat. Clark couldn't help but move his tongue all around Bruce's cock, needing to feel every inch.
He greedily wished now that the doctor Bruce was talking to could see how Bruce had chosen him over her and how he was using him and not her.
As his own neglected cock throbbed against his now much too tight pants, he glided back up to Bruce's plush tip and swirled his tongue twice before running it along the underside and pressing it into the leaking hole, desperately slurping and lapping like it was a treat. Because to Clark, it absolutely was.
Bruce was grunting, lip twitching as he shot down his hand to grip the hair at Clark’s nape. He guided Clark back down his girth, a moan slipping out as he heard Clark gag around his large dick for a moment, ice blue meeting Clark's own glossy eyes, tears threatening to spill already.
Bruce moved his hands up to cup both of Clark's cheeks, sliding his thumbs one after the other against the corners of his eyes.
“Shh baby, it's okay I promise. You’re being such a good boy for me, aren't you?" He gave a warm smile.
Clark squeezed his eyes shut as his loud moan was muffled by Bruce's cock shoved deep down his throat. Determined, he started sucking harder, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing faster.
“Okay fuck- Clark stop, stop." Bruce groaned, shifting his hands to pry Clark off of his cock with a lewd pop. both men panting loudly.
"I wanna cum with you inside of me; is that okay, baby?" Bruce tilted his head and stroked Clark's cheek with his thumb lovingly.
Clark felt as if every ounce of blood in his body had rushed straight down to his dick, he almost felt light headed.
Lips now free and quivering, there was nothing to mute the loud whimper that escaped the back of his throat as he nodded violently. His large hand now palming at his own begging cock, desperate to calm it down.
"Up." Bruce commanded, patting the bed.
Clark immediately obeyed, crawling up onto the luxurious mattress and settling himself between pillows and the large intricate wooden headboard. He clasped his hands together and rested them on his tummy, now Bruce was the one to crawl over, placing himself on Clark's thick and powerful thighs, just shy of his aching cock. Bruce finally peeled off his own black dress shirt, revealing his large, muscular upper body and pale, near vampiric scarred skin. Although it made Clark feel guilty, he thought Bruce's scars were beyond sexy. They made him look so rugged and really emphasized the power he had stemming from his dedication. Bruce was strong and wasn't afraid to get hurt if it meant he was helping people. Clark loved that.
“Let’s get you out of all this, hm?" Bruce leaned forward and made quick work of the buttons on Clark's own dress shirt. He gently removed it, cold fingers ghosting Clark's burning skin.
Starting at Clark's broad shoulders, he dragged his own large and calloused hands down full pecks, and a meaty muscled torso, finally unbuttoning his pants and watching with amusement as Clark managed to shimmy his way out of both his slacks and briefs.
So desperate for it, how cute.
Bruce dragged his palms up and down Clark's firm midsection, licking his lips as he admired Clark's delicious dick. He then extended himself over to the nightstand, much to Clark's displeasure seeing as the action caused the larger man to whine and grip at Bruce's slim waist trying to pull him back down and restore the contact.
Bruce slapped his hands away and sternly pointed his finger.
"Be patient and stay." he growled.
Without hesitation Clark's hands immediately returned to their place on his perfectly toned belly.
Bruce collected the black plastic tube from his drawer and sat back down, making sure to reward Clark by wiggling himself down against big blue.
Bruce uncaps the lube and lets some trickle down straight from the bottle, Clark hisses at the cold sensation, the very first time his unclothed dick had been touched the whole night. Bruce couldn't help but smirk as the large man beneath him attempted to stop himself from squirming.
Lubing up his own hand Bruce brought it down to Clark's throbbing cock. Clark groaned loud at the contact, his dick sliding between Bruce's middle and ring finger. He gripped tight around the thick base and started pumping Clark, picking up speed fast thanks to the excess lube and precum leaking from his tip. Bruce only watched as Clark seemed to fight himself on the sheets underneath him. He began thrusting up into Bruce's hand desperate for more.
"It feels so so good-" He cried out, gripping Bruce's limp wrist and pumping faster.
Clark was looking down at Bruce with wet eyes.
"Bruce, can I please finger you?" "haa- p-please?" Clark begged, body shaking with desire. Bruce removes his hand from the younger man's soaking cock.
"You wanna?" Bruce looks him in the eyes and grasps Clark's hand. Snaking it towards his ass, letting Clark grip and massage at his plump cheek for a moment before dragging his thick fingers closer to his entrance, letting Clark shove them in further.
They were blocked.
Clark raised an eyebrow and felt around confused until his fingers finally got a grip around the metallic plug. Holy cow.
Bruce leaned forward and licked at Clark's ear,
"That's too bad. I got myself ready for you" he smirked before sinking his sharp canines into the flesh of Clark's neck.
"Ngh Bruce." Clark whined and tried shifting his weight beneath the dark haired stallion above him.
Fuck. Bruce WAS thinking about doing this. Thinking about Clark.
"Bruce" Clark whimpered, pushing the plug further with his fingertips.
"I missed you so much," he pulled it out a little further
"Did you miss me?" he pleaded.
Clark looked a fucking mess underneath Bruce; wet bangs stuck to his sweat slicked forehead, whole body glossy from overheating, lips swollen from the kisses and his own biting, eyelashes littered with small tear droplets.
Bruce clicked his tongue and got back to work on Clark's thick cock, "Clark, did I miss you?" He looked up at the canopy bed frame and pretended to think about it before finally returning his attention back down to Clark. He leaned back down to Clark's ear.
"You were the only thing I could think about all week when I touched myself." He paused. "Are you gonna show me how much better the real thing feels?" Bruce questioned breathlessly.
Clark eagerly nodded, "Yes, God yes, Bruce I promise I'll be so fucking good for you, I'll do it just how you want. I swear, I'll be such a good listener." He pleaded.
Bruce wrapped his hand around Clark's wrist guiding him to pull the plug out, tossing it to the side.
Clark quickly got to work shoving 3 thick fingers in the prepped hole, scissoring them and thrusting them in and out slowly. His jaw was slack and he was certain he had to be drooling at this point; he didn't care.
The lewd squelching was the only thing Clark could think about at the moment, his cock was twitching wildly. Bruce groaned and gripped Clark by the jaw, bringing him back to reality.
"Who do you belong to, Clark?" Bruce snarled.
"What?" he choked out, stunned.
Clark had never thought about this before. He guessed the people of metropolis had his heard but he was also from an alien planet-
"You fucking heard me, pet. Who do you belong to?" Bruce squeezed Clark's dick as hard as he could.
"FUCK Bruce- You. You. I'm yours." He let out a choked whimper.
"I don't believe you." Bruce teased.
Clark couldn't take it anymore, his cock was leaking, throbbing, and aching so bad and all he wanted was to be buried in Bruce's tight pulsing hole.
"Bruce please, I'm yours, you know this. You’re all I can think about, ever. I've barely even been able to work all week because of my.. obsession with you. I almost came in my pants when you texted me today." Clark finally exclaimed. "Bruce please take me, please just say you want me to be yours." Clark squirmed, tears streaming down his cheeks now. "I'll do anything." he whispered.
Bruce couldn't stop the wicked smile from forming on his lips at the filthy sight before him.
"Clark, fuck me good and I'll say it back, okay baby?"
Clark hiccuped and nodded and Bruce reached back to line Clark's thick begging cock against his hole, replacing his fingers. He rubbed it between his cheeks a few times before placing the tip inside.
Bruce and Clark both had their mouths wide open gasping in unison and Bruce finally sank down on Clark.
Clark tried hard to remember how to ease his heart rate as the dizzying heat of Bruce's hole engulfed him.
"AAH aah ngh-" Clark moaned out and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Bruce bottom out.
Bruce started slowly rocking himself on Clark's wet dick.
"Wait Bruce- hang on, j-just gimme a minute- ah, please." Clark whimpered. Squeezing his eyes shut and lolling his tongue out once more.
"If you keep moving, I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum already, so just let me calm down." he huffed.
Bruce stilled for just a moment before fully lifting himself off Clark's length and slamming back down. Clark was moaning and begging wildly from beneath him, hands gripping tight against the silk sheets, certain they would be punctured by his thick fingertips.
Nothing Clark could incoherently babble out would get Bruce to stop his merciless grinding. He stabled himself on Clark's plump chest, massaging the flesh as he began to bounce up and down. Bruce huffed over and over as he felt Clark hitting his prostate nonstop.
"Look Clark- hahh- look at how good I'm fucking you. And you're just taking it like my good little dog."
Bruce was certainly one to talk, this little cock slut.
Bruce grabs Clark's jaw once more and forces him to look at the large ornate mirror adjacent from the side of the bed. Clark is unable break his intense gaze as Bruce is bouncing up and down, eyes darting back and forth between the arch of his muscular back and his large dick slapping down against Clark's own tummy. Clark threw his head back and groaned, hands gripping tight at Bruce's waist hoisting him up and down before looking back to the mirror. His upper lip was twitching as he caught Bruce's nearly feline eyes staring back into his own through the mirror. "Fuck Clark, just like that- don't you dare hold back on me."
Fuck it was so hot, clark couldn't get enough. Bruce was such a large and muscular man. Everything about him enamored Clark, his rippling muscles, his pale sun deprived skin that seemed to practically glitter as it was bathed in moonlight, everything just seems absolutely perfect.
Looking down at Clark's concentrated face, Bruce could feel himself getting closer. He reached for Clark's wrist again and dragged it to his own cock. Clark immediately gripped it and started stroking in time with Bruce's bounces.
"Haaah- Clark oh fuck just like that baby" the pornographic sound of their skin slapping made him pause for just a moment to listen in "keep going i'm so fucking close" Clark furrowed his brows and stroked faster, squeezing tight as he flicked his wrist. Just like that Bruce had painted Clark's abdomen with ropes of hot cum. Both of the men moaned in unison as Clark felt the warm liquid make contact with his skin. Still panting, Bruce reached both of his large hands down and began spreading his seed all over Clark's body, proudly claiming him.
"Hah Clark- what to do?" he panted as Clark continued thrusting up, desperately chasing his own release.
"I’m all finished, should we stop here or do you think I should let you cum inside?"
Clark's eyes went impossibly wide and he felt drool dribbling down his chin as he tried to form any sort of noise, face pleading with the older man on top of him.
"Please please I'll be so good, I'll fill you up so full, I won't even let a single drop get out. I promise." he bucked up humping bruce.
"Let's test that, boy scout" Bruce leaned down, their chests meeting, sticky cum joining the two. Clark could feel Bruce's heart pounding against him.
"Be a good boy and cum."
That permission was all he needed. Clark whimpered loudly, crying out as he slammed Bruce down on his cock ramming his own hips up at the same time. white hot cum splurted out, filling Bruce's hole. Clark gently ground his hips upward like he was trying to push his seed further, ensuring none of it had a chance of escaping.
“Fuck baby, you did so so good.” Bruce leaned down and snuggled into the crook of Clark's neck sloppily kissing and sucking the soft skin. Clark nuzzled back and stroked the billionaire's sweaty hair with one hand.
——
"Clark" Bruce called out.
"Hm?"
"You’re all fucking mine."
Clark could hide his smile in Bruce's jet black hair but there was nothing he could do to push down the warm and fuzzy feeling that invaded his chest whenever he heard Bruce call his name.