Now we will introduce an interesting story to you.
It had been a near thing, Batman’s escape. It was all Superman
could do to stay put in Metropolis as Batman dodged bullets and
men wielding knifes to make it to the exit and his car.
Clark got to the Batcave an hour later, Bruce was half dressed
downing several bottles of ice water. When he caught sight of
Clark he gave him a rugged smirk and stalked towards him,
tossing one of the water bottles onto a nearby table.
Bruce stood close to Clark, and Clark could smell gunpowder, sweat and the synthetic material of Bruce’s suit. The arms that wrapped around Clark’s neck felt feverishly hot and damp with sweat, it was like Bruce’s whole body was on fire.
Except for his mouth. That firm and demanding mouth was cool
from the ice water and as a playful tongue made its way into
Clark’s, he couldn’t help but moan at the icy touch of it. Bruce’s
mouth was very wet and slick from the water, and his libido was
raging from the fight and Clark had no intention of resisting as
Bruce maneuvered him to the large, throne-like chair in front of
the computer and pushed him firmly into it, reaching down to
pull Clark’s uniform top up over his head and throwing it to the
Bruce’s thighs corded with muscle as he shifted forward and
leaned over Clark. Clark couldn’t help but shift up to bite at
the strong tendon in Bruce’s neck. Clark’s hands cradled
Bruce’s hips as Bruce moaned and let his head loll back.
He ran his hands over the sweat slick skin of Bruce’s well
muscled abdomen and whispered into his neck and throat.
He ran a hand up a long scarred back and tangled his fingers
into short black hair, pulling Bruce’s mouth firmly to his own.
Clark’s stomach was churning and his skin prickled with arousal
as Bruce trailed kisses down his neck and across his upper chest.
Bruce dropped to his knees in front of Clark and delved a hand
into his tights, pulling him out and wrapped a fist around him.
Clark groaned low and loud and slumped deeper into Bruce’s
chair, spreading his legs to give Bruce room to kneel in between
them. He only had a minute to savor the feel of Bruce’s fever hot
hand firmly fisted around his cock before the sensation was
overwhelmed by the feel of Bruce’s mouth engulfing him and
Jesus Christ it was cold. Cold and wet and slick as Bruce’s mouth
moved over Clark. Clark choked on a gasp as he buried his
fingers in Bruce’s hair, mind whiting out.
Clark could feel his whole body tensing and his breath came
in ragged pants. Clearly Bruce noticed too and Clark felt Bruce
smile around his dick.
“I want,” Clark bit out, “I want to-“
Bruce didn’t let him finish the thought, he reached his free
hand down and cupped Clark’s balls, running gentle fingers
lightly over them. Clark choked on a gasp and arched his hips,
pushing himself more firmly into Bruce’s mouth and hands.
Bruce rolled his head back and took it, groaning around Clark
as he shifted and adjusted to Clark’s erratic movements,
moving with him. Clark couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop moving,
stop thrusting, stop relishing the feeling of Bruce’s mouth all
When he came it almost felt like his heart stopped. The
breath stilled in his lungs and shook as Bruce sucked him
through the orgasm.
Clark slumped back into the chair, gasping and shivering,
he could feel Bruce’s mouth warming around him. The coolness
from before fading under the heat of Clark’s cock and come.
When Clark blinked his eyes open Bruce was smirking up at
him with wet and swollen lips.
“My turn,” he rasped, licking at his lips.
“Of course,” Clark smirked, “but first I need a drink of water…”