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Batman had gotten hit with something. He honestly didn't know what it was. He had just been sitting up on a roof, surveying the streets below, when a small metal canister got thrown up and landed at his feet. He barely had time to blink before it exploded into a cloud of white dust. He covered his mouth and jumped down into the alley below, but he could tell he had already ingested some. His head was starting to cloud, he couldn't think straight. His sight was blurry and his blood was pumping through his veins fast and hard. He fumbled for his communicator, but he was sent to his knees by a white hot wave of pleasure washing over him.
"Oh, fuck-" He hissed, his cock jumping to life in his pants. His mind was hazing over with lust, he couldn't think about anything besides the desperate need that made him trembled. "No- no no, fuck-!"
".. Woah." He heard a voice behind him and shot up, wide eyes staring over his shoulder. Clark stood there, holding his arm over his head to protect his glasses from the rain. He stepped forward, eyes narrowing as he stared down at Batman. "Are... Are you alright?"
"Yes- I'm fine. Leave." Batman snapped, trying his best to not let his voice shudder. His thighs pressed together, one hand involuntarily shooting down to press against his throbbing cock.
"You really don't look fine." Clark pushed forward, shaking his head. He didn't want to reveal his identity here, but if his team mate was in trouble, he would. He stopped beside Batman, kneeling down into the puddle that the man was collapsed in. He could hear Batman's labored breathing, the rapid heart beat. He glanced down, eyes widening slightly when he saw the tent in the crotch of Batman's suit. "Oh.."
Batman growled, lunging at Clark. He pushed the man down into the wet concrete, hips canting, desperate for stimulation. He wasn't thinking clearly, or really thinking at all about anything besides getting his dick somewhere warm and tight. "Fuck- fuck!"
"Ah! Oh, gosh!" Clark squeaked, hands grabbing Batman's shoulders instinctively. He blushed red, feeling his own cock start to grow in his slacks as Batman clumsily humped him. He watched as one of the hero's hands went down between them, fishing out his own cock, red and throbbing, before practically ripping Clark's pants down, belt and all. "Gah-!"
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I need-" Batman groaned, pressing his cockhead against Clark's unprepared hole. The ring of muscles fluttered, getting soaked in Batman's precum.
"Nng- 'ts ok, 'ts ok..." Clark whispered, squeezing his eyes shut, gasping softly as Batman shoved in, burying to the hilt. He stopped for only a moment before he started an unforgiving pace, hard and fast. "Oh- ah! Nng, hah, ah! Oh, oh, nng, mmph-"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck.." Batman breathed out, eyes shut, head lolling forward. All he could focus on, all he could think about, was the hot tightness around his cock. His hands grabbed Clark's waist, holding him still as he hammered forward.
"Oh- oh- hah, nng, ah, gosh- ah, nng! Ah, Batman!" Clark whined, body jolting with each hard thrust. His cock leaked against his stomach, seeping into the wool of his sweater. He scratched uselessly as Batman's shoulders, legs moving to wrap around the other man's waist. "Nngh- oh, oh, mmh, please- nng- hah, ah, oh!"
"Oh, fuck, god, fuck-" Batman groaned, pleasure whiting out his vision as he came. He let out a shaky moan, barely stopping long enough for his cock to stop twitching before he started moving once again, slightly slower now. Clark whined, back arching.
"Oh, gosh, mmh, ah, nng, oh, hah, pl- ah, please!" Clark babbled, cock throbbing. He shoved one shaky hand down between their stomachs, grabbing his cock and stroking himself.
"Fuck.." Batman growled, slate blue eyes glazed over as he stared at Clark's face. The haze had slightly lifted, the rational part of his brain coming back to life. It was telling him that this was was wrong, that he needed to stop, but his body clearly didn't agree. "Oh, fuck, I'm.. God, I'm sorry.."
"Ngh- mmh, ah- hah, oh, oh, 'ts- nng, 'ts ok, please- mmg, keep- oh, hah! Ah, golly, keep, nng, keep going-" Clark gasped, hips bucking in desperation as he felt the knot in his stomach start to tighten.
"Fuck, you're- oh, god, fuck, you're tight.. So warm.." Batman rumbled, head falling forward, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure pulled him back under. His thrusts sped up, fingers digging into the muscle that padded Clark's hips.
"Oh, oh, nng, gosh, Batman!" Clark whined, back arching as the cord in his gut pull taut, the string fraying. He teetered on the edge, so close, almost there. Batman thrusted in, cockhead brushing Clark's prostate, and it sent him over the edge. He couldn't manage more than a broken sob as pearly white splattered against the soft orange of his sweater, soaking into the fibers. He gasped, panting as he came down from his high, going limp. The rain pattered at his face, dripping on his glasses.
"Fuck- fuck!" Batman groaned, burying forward and spilling once again, painting Clark's walls in hot release. As his orgasm receded, he came back to himself. He blinked, looking down at the ruined reporter below him, journalist badge still clipped to the collar of his sweater. He pulled back, breathing heavily. His softening cock popped free, earning a whine from Clark. "Fuck, I- I'm so sorry, I don't-"
Clark pushed himself to sit up, starting to feel the chill from the rain water soaking through his clothes. He bit his lip at the sensation of Batman's seed starting to leak out of his stretched hole. "It's.. Uhm, it's ok."
"No, it's- it's not ok!" Batman snapped, shoving himself back into his suit before standing up. He watched Clark with brows furrowed in worry. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, nng- you, you didn't hurt me." Clark sighed, leaning against the stone wall of the building. He pulled his pants back up, licking his thumb to try and buff out the cum stains on his sweater. "It's ok, Mister Batman."
There was a scream somewhere not far away, and Batman tensed, glancing to the end of the alley. Clark saw the movement, swallowing thickly.
"You can go. I don't live far." Clark spoke. A half lie, it would be thirty minutes by subway, but he definitely wasn't going on public transportation looking this ruined. Batman glanced at him one more time before turning and disappearing around the corner. Clark relaxed against the wall, taking a moment to breathe and mull over the moment. He opened his eyes, looking around before shooting off into the sky.
At least he didn't have to reveal his identity.