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[Clark's vulnerability was a puzzle he couldn't solve then. He was superhuman, a god compared to the rest of him, how could he just be a person too? He still doesn't know, entirely. He doesn't like to think about what he would do or what he would be, if he was born with superpowers. Bruce would like to think he'd use them wisely, but he can't convince himself of that. Luckily they went to the right person.

It is a crime he also is perfectly beautiful. He is sculpted out of marble, every inch of him like something divine. Bruce has spent some time just letting his mouth travel over his pecs and abs, tracing the lines with his tongue, admiring all angles of his beauty to the point of disbelief. He loves Clark for who he is, but him being breathtakingly attractive doesn't hurt either.

He likes this fantasy. He doesn't have the cowl but he can take Clark's hand and pin it to his chest, putting enough pressure on him to at least pretend he is holding him down. He can give him that much. Bruce is enjoying this enough that as he really gets going, bobbing his head and letting Clark slide in and out of his throat, that he has to remove his hand off his cock to quickly and easily undo his own pants.

He puts his hand back on him to stroke him as he suctions his lips, using the slick saliva and Clark's precum to then wrap a hand around himself. Bruce moans loudly around Clark as the fantasy and the reality work to turn him on. He deep throats Clark entirely, enjoying the taste of him as far back as he can so, and he tightens his mouth around him.]

[ ah, to be known in this way, by another. he can pretend to be held down. immobile. helpless. clark has felt it before when he felt afraid, but those were rare moments. like this, he knows there are no restraints. so he can make the choice to remain here. to allow bruce to do all this with him.

with, not to. he makes a distinction. bruce is not leading nor clark following. bruce is pinning him because clark said he wanted it. he realized that he did. and more, as the fantasy took shape. but it's fallen away. replaced with the present. bruce's clever tongue. the swell of the waves on the shore a distant roar complemented by the pounding of his own heart. lost in its ocean of desire for bruce.

bruce's fingers. bruce's warm breath - clark will kiss him for this later. the shape of him like a looming alpha predator. and there is nowhere to go from here but towards him. ]

Bruce. [ his voice cracks. not long for him now. ]

[Bruce notes in his head to follow up on this later. If he comes back home from patrol to find Clark in his bed, he can stay in the bat suit. He can make all of their fantasies reality. If his boyfriend wants to fuck Batman, that's part of the package. He certainly enjoys fucking Superman and thinking of it sometimes as exactly that. He likes seeing all of Clark's power in that bright-colored uniform that on anyone else would ridiculous, but on him it looks inspirational, attractive.

He releases Clark's hand and goes under to get a grip on his ass against the sand, a little tug up motion indicating that he wants Clark to thrust into his starving hot mouth. He knows he's close so he should be able to ride out his pleasure that way, knowing Bruce is at his mercy and softening his throat to take him in eagerly.

If he didn't know the full process of beach sex was more trouble than it was worth, he'd be stripping them down more already, but this was enough. Clark's taste and smell fill his senses and he thrusts into his own hand with growing desperation. He groans around Clark as he brings himself to the brink, waiting out the moment he feels his lover let go to do the same.]

[ he knows he's with two people. his nightmares of the glowing eyes and boot at his throat have long faded. clark only dreams of the pain of kryptonite now. that he's been made to know it. but he understands that bruce is safe for him. the suit doesn't scare him. but he does like to pull down the cowl and see the man underneath. to give him value beyond what bruce projects to the world. to touch his cheeks and run his fingers through his hair, flattened by the cowl. gray as ash because of his long, long vigilante years. to watch his eyes as clark leans in to kiss him.

so yes. he is already fucking batman. and making it exactly that. bruce looks handsome in any light, but there's real power to him in the darkness.

power he wields freely over clark. he moans, and pushes his hips up eagerly, pushing in deep to bruce's willing mouth. giving himself over to bruce's want, and his own. helplessly. clark's hands close into fists in the sand, even if it makes for little purchase.

he's captured. he holds himself very tightly, waiting for it all to give way. to fall. but the moment holds him. bruce has him. ]

Bruce. [ he whispers before he falls over the edge. ]

[Bruce doesn't have nightmares about Clark hurting him anymore, but he has nightmares about hurting Clark all of the time. His darkest thoughts often haunt him day and night. Sometimes it's generally Clark's pain and death, sometimes he is the cause of it, like he still blames himself for on some levels. But he gives Clark everything that he is to make up for it. He owes Clark everything, he wants all of him. Their beginning will not be their ending.

He moans loudly around Clark when he starts thrusting up into him, stopping his own movement on top of him so there's nothing but the feel of Clark diving deeply into his throat. Clark is powerful beyond belief and he could rip Bruce into pieces, and those strong hips are doing nothing more than taking pleasure from Bruce. He is under his control entirely and Bruce growls in this overwhelming sense of possessiveness. His Clark, his Superman, his lust and love are Bruce's.

The sound of his name on Clark's mouth is a soft warning and he swallows him down, the triumph of the moment sending him over the edge with him in only a few quick strokes. Bruce's sound of pleasure is choked by Clark's cock and that's so damn hot to him. Or everything is, now that he's hazy and pleased. He is very considerate about aftercare so he releases Clark only to very nicely help get his clothes back on, sans as much sand as he possibly can get it. He wipes his hand off on the bottom of his leg pants because they'll already need cleaning, so it's just as well.

When he does sit back up, he lets his eyes move over Clark's body and face, the heat in his eyes still burning.] I'll come to bed tonight with the suit. You can decide if you want to fuck or be fucked by Batman before then.

[ the growl sends a white-hot streak through him, from his stomach to his heart. bruce gives him everything. there's no need to make up - all of this is something they are now. their future. it's made its nest in him already.

bruce's name is on his lips - clark gasps it out, his hips jerking helplessly, held in check by bruce's strong, sure hands. he's not at risk of hurting bruce, but it thrills him on a separate level to know he's under bruce's power. bruce has controlled the pace of this from the moment he unbuttoned clark's shirt. he doesn't need to pin clark's hand to have him now. seeing his task through to the end. it's not a fight. but it always feels like fire, with bruce. it strikes clark without mercy until it's over, and he's reaching out to catch bruce on the tail end of his fall. to bring him close. bruce's hands on him, sending sparks through his body. clark lets him help with the clothes, hazily leaning in to kiss him at times. he doesn't care about the taste. all he wants is ways to show bruce how he feels. for a writer, he doesn't always have words. and there is something primal about bruce. something words resist describing. ]

I'll let you know. [ both are appealing. he likes to be sweet with bruce, but he also likes these other options, and enjoys letting go with him. should he approach bruce, already willingly naked, and press him against something? imagining the texture of the weave. each deliberate step walking him back to the wall. his bat. his bruce. watching him in the dark. unstoppable and cold, being pliant in his arms. having to bear his kisses and his love. unresisting as clark unravels him with the joy of seeing him come home.

or give himself over to bruce again. watch bruce bear down on him, seeking him out amongst the blankets. knowing that he's hunted and also the safest he's ever been. and watching the mind of the bat (of bruce) devote itself to his want. overtake him. clark would become his again like he's his now.

he nuzzles bruce playfully. looking wistfully at bruce's hands. ]

You should have let me touch you. [ he doesn't feel that good about bruce focusing on him completely if there's no chance to reciprocate. he'll have options for revenge, but never this again. ]

And I should have brought a picnic blanket. [ he's a little grumpy about it. but this was perfect. dreamlike. ]

[Bruce does nothing that he can't control. Even losing control is within the boundaries he's allowed himself. It keeps him sane, it keeps him stable. There is something unmistakably appealing in having control over someone that could flick him across a city block if he wanted to. If he wanted to have sex with someone who could wreck him, though, he could have with Arthur; let's just say he was 78% positive he could seduce him. There would be no messy feelings between the two of them, just something carnal.

Being with Clark inherently meant romance. Clark is a flowers kind of guy. He's a sweet-tempered farm boy. The good son, the symbolic hero. He seduced Clark because he fell in love with him before they even kissed for the first time. It was frustrating to him, to be unable to deny feelings, that it was more than desire which was always an easy emotion for him. But it happened, and he had to deal with it.

He is not at all sorry for it now. Not hearing Clark gasp for breath, feeling his heat underneath him. He returns the kiss when it happens, his head already lifted knowing that's what Clark would want in the afterglow. Bruce smiles and runs his clean hand through Clark's hair. The grumpiness is charming.]

Sometimes I just like to give you things, Clark.

[Flowers. A ride in his car. A blowjob on the beach. His heart. Bruce kisses him.]

I'd end up fucking you on it, and we don't have time for that. [He runs his fingers over that sharp jawline, getting to his feet. Alfred's really and truly going to give him attitude about this suit for a week. He offers Clark a hand up.]

You can get me back for it later, Superman.

[ only sometimes?

how about all the time. bruce spoils him. he also makes it less than simple to give something back, but clark does his best. he wriggles in through the openings bruce allows him. because he wouldn't really even be here if bruce hadn't allowed him. but this isn't about bringing him back. they've put that to rest now, looking at something far ahead of them instead of what's behind.

but he's been taking lessons from bruce on vengeance. already laden with ideas on what to surprise him with later. bruce wants him naked, but clark is a flowers kind of guy. ]

We can make time, if we do this again. [ he's enjoyed the beach. for many reasons, all of them bruce related. leaning into his touch, seeing him like this.

clark holds his hand as they walk back to the car. ]

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