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A hand slides over his back and he almost jumps at the sudden touch, rolling his eyes as the hand moves down to grab his ass. “Hey Baby,” He hears, the voice sweet like honey.

Bruce turns to look at Clark, sending him a glare from underneath the cowl. “Clark,” He growls out.

Anyone else would have immediately shied away from him at the sound and the look on his face, but Clark just gives him a smile. The Kryptonian is in pajamas pants and Bruce assumes that means he’s been at the computer longer than he thought. Without a shirt Bruce can see the hair that covers the other man’s chest and as he presses close to rest his head against Bruce’s he can feel the slight scratch from the beard that the other man has let himself grow for the past few days. “It’s time for bed.”

He scowls. “I’m working on something-”

“That’s too bad. I guess it’ll have to wait. Alfred told me to make sure you sleep before he left for his vacation and I take my job very seriously,” Clark tells him, squeezing his ass as he finishes his sentence.

The squeeze makes him freeze slightly. Technically, he shouldn’t be able to feel the squeeze through the copious amount of padding and armour of his batsuit. But he does. Because Clark is so strong. He can make Bruce feel whatever he wants through the batsuit and he uses it to his advantage. Clark knows exactly how much Bruce likes it when his ass is grabbed and knows he’s more likely to listen to him because his brain practically melts out of his ears when Clark manhandles him and shows off his strength.

He swallows slowly, forcing himself to relax. “I can go to sleep later.”

“I let you work plenty long enough,” Clark argues, his hand moving up to grip Bruce’s waist tightly. “C’mon Sweetheart.”

Bruce doesn’t get to argue anymore, the one hand on his hip is used to pick him up and throw him over Clark’s shoulder before he can. Warmth courses through him at the show of strength and he has to bite back an embarrassing whine. “Clark this isn’t fair,” He tells the other, voice more whiney then he would have liked.

“Fair's a place you ride rides and eat cotton candy.”

He rolls his eyes at the other since he knows Clark can't see it. This is a common occurrence for them. Clark will often just pick him up and carry him to bed if he refuses to come on his own and it usually leads to Bruce giving in because he enjoys Clark carrying him. That is probably why Clark does it, he knows it will lead to Bruce going to sleep.

When they reach the bedroom Clark places him down next to the bed. “Going to undress yourself Sweetheart or should I do that too?”

Bruce glares at the other. Usually, he’d just give in and start undressing. In fact it’s what he’s been doing the past few days. Clark got some time off because the Daily Planet had to upgrade the building and have it inspected again and he had gone to see his mom and dad for a few days before quickly coming back to spend the rest of the time with Bruce. Alfred had quickly taken his own leave the first chance he could and now Clark has been bringing him to bed earlier than usual.

He hates the fact that he’ll give in to Clark so easily but also he loves it. He loves that Clark will just manhandle him when he wants Bruce to do something. Clark has been picking him up and carrying him every time he doesn’t listen and more often than not a hand will stray to grab at his ass and he’s sure that Clark does it because he knows that Bruce likes it. 

Clark is the only person that Bruce can’t really control. Everyone will listen if he tells them to do something, if he says to jump then they’ll ask how high. If he tells them to leave him alone then they will. But Clark isn’t like that. Clark only listens to him when it’s needed. Any other time, Clark will do whatever he pleases. It grates on him and annoys him more often than not. But deeper down it makes him feel powerless in a way that he loves. 

Clark can overpower him without even trying, something that not many other people can do, or would think to do. But Clark does it whenever he pleases, like how he just picked Bruce up to carry him here. It’s a feeling he rarely actually experiences and he can’t deny how much he likes it. He loves it. He especially loves it when Clark gets worked up and loses a bit of his control. It can be hard to work Clark up if you don’t know him, but Bruce knows exactly what buttons to press to get the reaction he wants. And he decides quickly that that is the reaction he wants.

Bruce crosses his arm and doesn’t answer Clark, just continuing to glare at him. “Really?” Clark chuckles softly.

He once again doesn’t answer, turning his head away and ignoring the Kryptonian. Bruce doesn’t have to look at Clark to see the eye twitch from being ignored. A hand grabs his side so tight it almost hurts even through the armour but he still refuses to look at Clark. The hand is quick to start shedding the layers that make up the batsuit but Bruce still doesn’t look at him. It’s hard to ignore Clark, especially when he’s doing things like stripping him, but it grates on Clark’s nerves when he does it. So Bruce pushes through.

The batsuit is off and laying around him on the floor within seconds, Clark’s hands moving faster than humanly possible to get him down to just his boxers. A tight grip on his chin pulls his head straight so that he’s looking at Clark but he quickly moves his eyes to look to the side instead. “Quit being a brat,” Clark growls. Bruce doesn’t acknowledge him, pulling away completely to move towards the bed. Before he gets very far Clark grabs his hips and pulls him back fast enough that when his back hits Clark’s chest it knocks a bit of air out of him. Heat washes through him at the rough treatment and he tries to ignore how his cock twitches in his boxers. He can’t give in to Clark that easily. “Are you really going to ignore me just because I brought you to our room, Darlin’?” Clark asks, talking directly into his ear.

Bruce represses the shiver that tries to work through him at the rough treatment and moves to pull away. He doesn’t get far, Clark keeps a tight hold on his hips and the other hand moves to grab his ass again. The hold is tight and Bruce would love to push back into it, but he fights the urge. He loves when Clark grabs his ass like this, it’s something he does quite often, and it always does wonders to work Bruce up. But Bruce knows Clark is just trying to get him to give in.

When he still doesn’t get a response Clark lets go of him and pulls back. Before he can move away Clark picks him up and a gasp falls from his lips before he can stop it. “Oh, that got a reply from you, huh?” Clark tsks. He’s thrown onto the bed and he bounces a few times before Clark is leaning over him. “Do I just need to manhandle you until you’re too stupid to stop yourself from talking?”

Bruce wants to whine at the words, he loves when Clark talks to him like this, but he instead just turns his head away so he’s not looking up at Clark anymore. Clark takes that as his answer though, moving to roughly drag his hands down Bruce’s body. He does actually shiver at this, the rough handling always makes heat shoot through him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see Clark smirk at the reaction and he hates that he gave Clark what he wants.

“See, you must like it. Why don’t you just tell me you like it and I’ll go easy on you Sweetheart?” Clark coos, leaning in to start mouthing at his neck. Bruce wants to give in, if he does Clark will be sweet with him and treat him nicely. But it’s also been a while since he got to push Clark’s buttons and get this rough treatment, and he wants that more than anything. “Such a brat,” Clark tsks at him when he doesn’t answer, delivering a rough bite to his jaw.

He jumps a bit, his back arching slightly as Clark starts to such on the spot. He raises his hands to push at the Kryptonian’s shoulders, to play into the scene, but they barely raise an inch before Clark has both of them in one hand and holds them above his head. The grip Clark has on them is tight and it feels so good. Just to test it he tries to pull at the grip but it just leads to Clark gripping him even tighter. “You ain’t goin’ anywhere Sweetheart. Might as well get nice and comfortable,” Clark mumbles against his skin.

The words make him shiver again. He wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but he loves Clark’s accent when they’re in bed. Whenever they’re having sex or whenever Bruce is pushing him it comes out more and he loves hearing it. The hand not holding his own hands moves down to pull Bruce’s legs apart, letting Clark sit between them. Bruce’s legs lay over Clark’s now, keeping them spread and unable to close. He looks up at Clark as his hand moves from Bruce’s leg down to cup his ass. “Oh? You want to look at me now?” Clark teases, leaning in to nose at his throat.

Bruce huffs, turning away again. “Shut up.”

A slap lands on his ass so fast that he lets out a surprised cry, eyes widening as he looks up at Clark. “Don’t be rude. I know you have better manners than that.”

He knows that saying nothing is probably the best bet but he can’t help himself. “Just because I have better manners doesn’t mean I have to use them, especially not if you’re going to be an ass.”

Clark scoffs at him and pulls away to look at him. “Me? You’re the one being a brat. You should thank me for even touching you since you're acting like this.”

“I don’t have to thank you for anything.”

Clark stares at him for a minute before nodding to himself. “If you’re going to act like this, I guess I’ll have to teach you some better manners. You should be thanking me for every touch I give you and I’m going to make sure that by the end of this you'll thank me for everything I give you.”

It’s Bruce’s turn to scoff. “Good luck with that.”

He’s flipped over before he can think, a hand pressing down into his back to keep him in a perfect arch as another pulls his boxers off. He turns his head to look back at Clark but he doesn’t get to actually see him before he feels Clark lick over his ass. He grips at the bed at the sudden touch, an almost silent whine falling from his lips but he knows Clark heard it because he can feel the smirk on the man’s lips. His cock is growing hard at an alarming rate and he knows all Clark has to do is look down to see it and the embarrassment just makes him grow even harder.

Clark is quick to continue his ministrations, delivering slow and deliberate licks over his hole. The sensation is different this time because of Clark’s beard, it’s a bit rougher and he can’t deny that he likes it. Each lick has him gripping the bed tighter and he bites back any noises that threaten to spill from him. He knows Clark is trying to get him worked up enough that he’ll beg for him to do more but he refuses to give in that easily. They’ve barely started.

A nip at the inside of his cheek has him letting out an embarrassing yelp, his hips jerking away from the sensation. Clark tsks at him, the hand not pressing into his back grabbing his ass and pulling him back. “Stay,” Clark commands, like Bruce is some dog.

The insinuation should make him upset but he can’t help the whine that comes from him at the command. Clark chuckles, using the hand on his ass to pull his cheeks apart a bit more. Bruce is about to say something but Clark points his tongue and pushes it into his hole causing all thoughts to end before they can become actual words. He knows that Clark can feel the way his body relaxes at the tongue inside of him, his shoulders sag and he no longer has to be held in an arch.

Clark’s other hand moves from his back now that he’s staying in the arch and Bruce knows he could move and act like more of a brat but it’s harder to be a brat when Clark is tongue fucking him like this. Clark is quick to lick into him, it’s as if he was made for it. Each thrust of the tongue into him has his cock dripping onto the bed under him. 

Clark pulls his tongue out to softly lave over his hole again and Bruce wants to whine at him. He glances over his shoulder and immediately regrets it when he sees the way Clark is looking at him. It’s a look he doesn’t see all that often from the Kryptonian. He’s usually so good at controlling himself so it’s rare to see such a look of hunger on his face. Bruce quickly looks away again, burying his head into the crook of his elbow. 

“No.” The word frightens him a bit, the growl of it making him freeze and look behind himself. “If you want me to continue, you don’t get to hide yourself.” Bruce nods slowly, laying his head down instead of it being in his elbow. “Good boy.”

He shivers at the praise, it sends warmth washing through him. He loves when Clark tells him he’s doing good, even if he is being a brat. Clark goes back to licking over his hole and Bruce can feel the saliva that he’s leaving behind, cool air hitting it whenever Clark pulls back and it makes him clench around nothing. It makes Clark chuckle softly but he doesn’t care, too focused on the feeling of everything. 

The hands on ass start to deliver periodic squeezes and Bruce has to grip his sheets tighter so that he doesn’t push back into it. “Your poor lil’ cock looks pretty pathetic Sweetheart,” Clark mumbles before kissing his hole. “Do you know it’s drippin’ like a faucet all over the sheets?”

Bruce lets out a pathetic little sound at the teasing. “Clark,” He huffs out.

“Hm? Want something?” Clark asks, leaning to the side to look at Bruce’s face, a smug look plastered on it.

He growls, turning his head to the other side and refusing to look at him again. Clark lets out a big sigh, leaning down and sliding his tongue into Bruce again. He lets out a soft sigh at the feeling, his hands relaxing against the bed. The tongue wastes no time in finding his prostate and it makes Bruce jump, his hips once again trying to get away. They’re no match for Clark’s hands though, the grip keeps him in place even as it delivers rhythmic squeezes. 

Everything quickly catches up to him and he can feel the way heat is quickly settling in his stomach. The feeling of Clark’s incessant hands on his ass, the way his tongue keeps hitting Bruce’s prostate, and the teasing that had worked him up more than he’d like to admit had led him to an orgasm that was very quickly building. He squeezes around Clark’s tongue with each press into his prostate and he can’t stop the slight whine that falls from his lips each time. 

He’s quickly approaching his orgasm when Clark suddenly stops, pulling back from him and letting him go entirely. Bruce lets out a loud whine, his hips jerking back to try and find the pleasure that has just disappeared. He looks back at Clark quickly but the Kryptonian just looks at him with a raised eyebrow. “Did you want something?”

Bruce bites back his first instinct of being rude and growling at him, knowing it would lead to him not being able to cum for even longer. “I was close,” He mumbles and even he can pick up on how pathetic he sounds.

“That’s too bad, Sugar. Didn’t I say I’d have you thankin’ me for even touching you? I don’t hear you saying thank you for anything I’ve done.”

Bruce huffs, laying his head back down with a pout. Being edged makes him feel overwhelmed in a way that he loves but also hates. The longer it goes on, the more he feels like he loses any grip on his brain. It’s like every cognitive thought leaves him and it becomes quite embarrassing sometimes. But Clark knows he likes it and he loves to take advantage of it.

After a few minutes Clark returns, his hands starting to massage his ass again and his tongue starting to drag over his hole. The heat that has since disappeared is quick to return, slowly simmering in his stomach as Clark starts to push his tongue against Bruce’s prostate again. Bruce shivers at the touch, gripping the sheets again and trying to hide how quickly it’s building again. Maybe he can hide it, maybe he can get Clark to give him the orgasm now instead of edging him like this.

The tongue presses hard into his prostate and Bruce gasps, his back arching and making his toes curl. It’s too much, his orgasm is growing quickly after being cut off and he lets out a soft whimper. He tries not to show how close he’s getting, trying to relax, but his body betrays him. He once again starts to squeeze around Clark’s tongue, hips ever so slightly pushing back into it as he starts to softly pant. 

Clark stops again just as quickly as he started. Hands leaving him and mouth pulling back. Bruce lets out an actual cry, frustration and slight pain from the cut off orgasms making him tear up. “Clark-”

“Thank me and I’ll give you what you want,” Clark states, cutting him off. “You’re the only one stopping your orgasm.”

Bruce wants to argue but he knows that won’t lead to anything and will just make Clark continue his edging. His head feels a little fuzzy, his mind foggy from the edging and the pleasure he was receiving. He wants to cum and at this point he is not above doing what Clark wants. “Thank you,” He mumbles quietly, voice pouty and teary.

“Hm? Say that again?”

“Thank you.”

“I don’t think I quite heard you,” Clark sighs.

Bruce whines. “Thank you thank you thank you- Please!” He pleads, voice much louder as he looks over his shoulder at Clark.

This earns him a smile. “Please what Sweetheart?”

“Fuck me, make me cum, I don’t know,” He whimpers, at this point he’d be fine with anything.

Clark doesn’t answer but his hands grab Bruce’s hips again, squeezing softly. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please,” Bruce answers before quickly adding. “Thank you.”

The Kryptonian lets out a happy hum. “Good boy,” He praises.

A hand moves from his hip down to circle around his hole and he lets out a whine. “I don’t need-”

“Yes you do. You know you do,” Clark immediately argues.

He huffs, he knows Clark is right but he doesn’t want to be stretched. He wants to be fucked and he wants to be fucked now. He doesn’t mind feeling a bit of stretch from Clark entering him. “I-I want…” He starts before he cuts himself off, embarrassment stopping him.

“You want what?” Clark asks, stopping what he’s doing to wait.

Bruce looks away so he doesn’t have to see Clark’s face. “I don’t mind the stretch, just… go slow.”

Clark is quiet, quiet enough that Bruce turns to look at him. The Kryptonian seems to be thinking. “You’re sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

He nods quickly, he doesn’t mind if it hurts a little. The feeling will just add to everything else. “Yes. I’ll stop you if it hurts too bad.”

Clark gives in and pulls his finger away. Bruce turns around to watch as Clark pulls down his pajama pants, freeing his cock. He lets out a soft moan at just the sight of it. Bruce loves Clark’s cock, it’s bigger than a normal human would be, his Kryptonian DNA obviously helping him. It fills him better than anyone else ever has and he’s ready for it to be in him now.

Clark quickly stokes his cock, spreading the large amount of precum on it to slick himself up. “Please,” Bruce whines.

Clark chuckles softly and lines himself up. “Ready?”

“Yes, please, thank you,” Bruce quickly answers.

The Kryptonian wastes no time in lining himself up and pushing in. Bruce tenses before relaxing, letting out a pleased sigh at the feeling of finally being filled like this. There is a stretch, one that makes Bruce shiver and grip the bed tighter, but he loves it. He likes when Clark is a bit rough, when there’s pain that melts into the pleasure of everything else. It’s especially good when he’s already in this mind space. It makes everything feel ten times better.

Clark is slow pushing in and the further he pushes in the more everything melts to pleasure. He loves it and finds his mind getting even foggier, his body giving in to Clark. His hold on the bed melts when Clark lightly hits his prostate, his knees giving out and making him fall completely against the bed. “Already so fucked that you can’t keep yourself up?” Clark teases lowly, leaning in to mouth at his neck. Bruce whines, shaking his head and trying to push himself up. Before he can get very far Clark thrusts completely into him, knocking the wind out of him and sending him sprawling against the bed as he’s moved up the mattress. Bruce moans loudly, grabbing onto the bed again for purchase. “What do you say?” Clark asks as he slowly pulls out.

“Thank you,” Bruce answers breathlessly.

“Good boy,” Clark praises again before thrusting into him again.

Bruce lets out a loud cry when his prostate is hit and his vision goes white for a moment. “Thank you,” He whines, panting softly as his orgasm grows once again. Clark starts a quick pace and with each thrust Bruce thanks him, the words practically coming out as pleads. It takes barely a minute for his orgasm to be back. “Clark- Please, can I-”

“Go ahead, Sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can cum for me.”

Bruce practically sobs at finally getting the go ahead, his grip on the sheets getting so tight that he’s worried they’ll rip. Each thrust gets him closer and closer and he feels like he can’t breathe the closer his orgasm gets. “Thankyouthankyouthankyo-” His words are cut off by his orgasm hitting him.

It hits so hard that he momentarily forgets how to breathe, everything besides Clark melting away. It feels amazing and he can feel the tears rolling down his face as the orgasm works through his whole body and leaves his body feeling warm and tingly in a way that he loves. Only Clark can leave him feeling so good, can make him so overwhelmed that when he comes his brain stops working. He loves Clark so much and he’s very grateful for him.

When he comes back to his senses Clark is still thrusting into him and he lets out a loud whine when his prostate is hit again. “Clark, I-I can’t-”

“Yes ya can,” Clark cuts him off, draping himself over Bruce’s back.

Bruce shivers, the pleasure from his orgasm quickly turning to overstimulation and pain from the continuous thrusting. His head feels completely empty because of how fuzzy it feels, it’s like all of his thoughts are someone else's. He knows that if he says the word, Clark would stop immediately, even if he hasn’t cum himself. But the pain is already melting into pleasure in his gut again, making him soft and pliant for the Kryptonian to do whatever he pleases.

Clark leans over him and cages him against the bed, pressing him against it and making his sensitive cock grind against the bed with each thrust. He lets out a pitiful whine at the feeling, trying to put his hands under himself so he can push himself up to get away from the feeling, but his arms shake and Clark’s body stops him from being able to move.

Suddenly the thrusting slows and Bruce lets out a pitiful sound. “Wha-”

“You stopped thankin’ me Sweetheart. Did you get all that you wanted?”

Bruce shakes his head quickly. “‘M sorry, thank you,” He quickly says.

“Hm?” Clark teases, starting to thrust into him a bit faster.

“Thank you! Thank you, thank you!” He whines out, the words practically being punched out of him.

“You’re so welcome,” Clark coos out, starting to nail his prostate with each thrust.

Bruce’s mouth falls open, sounds being forced out of him with each thrust that Clark delivers. It’s too much but also not enough, everything is overwhelming and Bruce can feel himself crying, sobbing out each ‘thank you’ that he gives out. He’s rapidly approaching another orgasm but he can tell that Clark is too. He can feel the way the Kryptonian’s cock twitches and his thrusts are getting sloppier.

“Clark, please,” Bruce sobs, grabbing the hand that’s next to him on the bed. 

Clark groans and it makes him shiver, the deep sound going straight to his groin. “Goin’ to make me cum, Sweetheart?”

Bruce nods desperately, he wants that so bad. An orgasm feels good but making Clark cum feels even better, it makes him feel amazing to know that he can make Clark feel this good. “Yes, please… Thank you.”

Clark’s thrusts grow more desperate and Bruce has to hold on to stop himself from sliding up the bed from the harsh thrusting. It takes only a few more thrusts for Clark to cum and when he does the feeling pushes Bruce over the edge again. This time it’s so overwhelming that as the orgasm works through him his body completely gives out, his vision going black right as his head falls against the bed.

Bruce blinks awake slowly and he’s not sure how long he’s been out, but he jumps when he feels something wet drag along his thigh. He lets out a whine and tries to pull away but a hand stops him. “Hey, stop that,” Clark says, which does make him stop.

He looks down to see fresh sheets and Clark wiping his bottom half clean. “Thank you,” He mumbles out, closing his eyes and resting his head back on the pillow behind him.

Clark chuckles softly and he feels a kiss land on his hip. “Of course Sweetheart. How you feelin’?”

Bruce lets out a hum. “Good, tired.”

“I bet.” Clark goes back to wiping him clean and when he’s done he pulls away. “I’ll be right back.” He nods without looking at Clark, he knows the Kryptonian will take good care of him so he’s not worried. It takes barely any time for Clark to return and when he does he pulls a fresh pair of boxers onto Bruce and then a shirt, which Bruce tries to help with but his body still feels a bit like jelly. “Good boy.”

He smiles softly at the praise and wraps his arms around Clark as he settles onto the bed. Clark hugs him in return, pulling him against his side and starting to play with his hair. “Did so good,” Bruce mumbles.

He can feel the way Clark smiles at what he said. “So did you, you did so well.” Clark presses a kiss onto the top of his head and Bruce lets out a happy noise, letting himself just relax. “Now go to sleep, I know you’re tired.”

Bruce nods, nuzzling closer into Clark’s neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too Sweetheart.”