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Bruce gives Clark some time to settle into his own body and form after becoming Doomsday. He doesn't give him too much, though. He allows time for Clark to settle, shower, breathe, do what he needs to do.

Bruce spends that time lounging in the bed, scrolling through the network to pass the time, checking in with his security system tests and generally being quiet.

In truth?

Doomsday interrupted something, and Bruce is not going to wait any longer than it takes for Clark to walk through that bedroom door. He is done dancing around this. The time Clark gave him was needed at one point - and isn't anymore and hasn't been for a little bit.

So.

When Clark appears, Bruce uncoils from the bed with a stretch, stalks directly to him. Puts both his hands in Clark's hair, and kisses him. Not just kisses. Kisses with intent and a soft growl while he pulls Clark toward the bed. Teeth and tongue and sharp edges and lust and love all tangled up into action and now and this moment.

They are past due.

It's like some kind of dam bursting.

He doesn't say a single word

This is not the first time he has been this aggressively approached, this very firmly grabbed and dragged towards a bed by his partner. He can't say he's surprised, exactly so much as he's almost amused (not mocking just... delighted and that is why he moves like he's on a greased track, towards the bed, towards Bruce, and his hands are slow but not tentative as they get lost in Bruce's hair and around his waist.

There's a pause where it's clear he wants to ask, wants to check and make sure and give Bruce one last time to back out. But that moment passes, the flicker of a heartbeat to the next, and then he's going to start to carefully remove Bruce's clothing.

That pause may not be noticed by very many people and even fewer people. Bruce not only notices, he knows what it is, and in that space between heartbeats he is fully prepared to make his displeasure known if Clark asks.

Bruce isn't completing a task on a to do list. Bruce is getting what he's wanted and finally, at least for now, believes he can have and is within his reach.

He makes an irritated noise at the caution, but does steady down some now that his intentions are clear and this is happening. He lets Clark take care of his clothes while he focuses on Clark's.

And he does it making damn sure that he always has one hand and his mouth on skin. There are teeth there, but they're... blunted. Dragging, not biting. Much like the slight roughness of his palms.

"Get the door. My patience for interruptions has run out."

Blow it shut or something, the cat needs locked out, please and thank you. He... still hasn't taken his hands off Clark. He's... not out of control. Just... intense and intensely turned on.

The door is getting closed with a soft, careful puff, just enough; Clark is very much in the same place Bruce is, and that includes being meticulously careful, being ready to be meticulously careful... but also playful. Soft. Warm.

Bruce isn't the only one turned on and hopefully he can feel that. The way Clark's heartbeat is up, despite the fact that he can go halfway around the world without it changing a tick. The way his eyes aren't red or seeing past his skin but unfocused in his desire. There is a careful, measured naturalness to him in this moment that Bruce has never seen, even in rest and relaxation.

He wants not just with his heart and his mind, but with his body. He wants Bruce, and no one but Bruce, and nothing but Bruce. Which is why they're getting on the bed now and those clothes, both of their clothes, are disappearing faster and faster.

Bruce makes sure there's lube in reach before his pants (and therefore pocket it was in) are gone, then all but crawls on top of Clark. Direct, powerful, a little aggressive but only in a focused and very Bruce way.

"You feel better."

He doesn't mean physically, but he does. The careful feels different, the focus feels different, the way Clark's looking at him.

"Good." He plants his knees across Clark's hips and leans down to kiss him again, but this time on the corner of the mouth, trailing across his jaw and down his throat.

"So do you," is said back, his voice soft and breathy as he bares his throat, bares all of him, to Bruce's ministrations. There's a subtle change coming through, one that only someone with Bruce's observational skills, Bruce's knowledge of his rhythms, will note.

How he moves, how his body shifts and sways and stretches... for all the power in him, it is normal. It is exactly how one might expect someone of Clark's size and shape to move. But now there's something smooth and flowing to it, unrestricted by gravity, distinctly, yes, alien as he lets himself really and truly let go, actually bares himself, to Bruce. Whatever he looks like, he is different, different down to each and every cell of him, and he trusts Bruce with that.

His own hands just run across Bruce, up and down and along the lines, like he's memorizing him, each time.

That... shift and change, the way Clark smooths out is so much of what he means by 'better'. It's more alien, but more Clark. Like a full body - full person version of the glasses coming off, but it's also so much more than that.

Almost impossible to explain or express but fundamentally Clark, and Clark naked in a way that goes far beyond how many clothes he's wearing.

Bruce isn't someone who trusts anyone - even and especially himself - fully. There's always a contingency plan somewhere at the back of his mind, just like there's a lead lined box with a chunk of kryptonite in the back of his closet - but... this is damn close. Because there's no barrier.

It frees him up. His focus turns wholly to Clark, sharpens and narrows into this moment. Physical follows the mental (and emotional) instead of trying to push through with the physical while also sensing Clark being unsure and a wholly different (and undesired) sort of careful.

His arousal ramps up, but steadies and stabilizes even as his skin flushes and his eyes darken. He bites once, right over the ridge of Clark's collarbone.

"I want you inside me. I'll handle most of that, but if you don't leave some kind of mark on me with your teeth or hands, I am going to be annoyed." His voice is lower than usual, rougher, but hasn't dropped all the way down to Batman bass and gravel.

It's just...

It's just Bruce

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