There are enough hangups between them that one might wonder if they're mutually part of the appeal. Bruce has had a lot of sex, with a lot of people - fewer of them men, than women, and with men he's been nearly exclusively in charge. It's been a wonder, learning that there are still new things to experience. To discover about himself, and share, to look up at Clark dazzled or dumbfounded with a total absence of cynicism in a way he didn't believe himself capable of.

The only room for improvement, perhaps, is becoming even more comfortable with each other as time goes on. As it stands, there's no hesitation as he shifts up into Clark's touch, at a bit of a funny angle for it against the headboard with the other kneeling over him, but that hardly matters. He's not hard yet but on his way, always easy to convince. You'd think he'd want less physicality with how much time he puts into violence, but no; it's the language he speaks most fluently, the thing he can't seem to get enough of, one way or another. (Maddening for someone so unsocial and private.)

"Feel like anything in particular?" is very quiet. Bruce in general can be very quiet, and there is something he likes very much in knowing that Clark can hear him no matter what. He drags blunt fingernails over his scalp and teases his dick with the backs of his knuckles, a slow slide of skin that's parts soft and scarred even there, hands broken too many times and ways to count.