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[girod]

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Re: Action

[girod]

"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.

Re: Action

[knightbynight]

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