And nothing else, just his name, breathed out, a response to the feeling of the man beneath him arc up, push back. The hand gipping Bruce's thigh squeezes, an odd feeling, not the desperate grasp of a human person, but what feels like an allowance.
The soft unfocus of his eyes sharpen. The answer to that question is unstoppably: whatever he wants, and the next pump of blood through his body seems to carry electricity, warm where it drains into his groin. Flush against Bruce, inside of Bruce, he is very warm.
Clark lets go of Bruce's leg to clasp his other wrist, and push it down on the mattress as well. There he leans his weight on both, hands almost flat, arms almost straight, back arched to push in deep, and then roll back. He does not press in close enough to provide more relief to Bruce's cock than just an incidental brush.
Fucking him is slow to begin but it doesn't last, eyes locked on his as he picks the tireless pace of his preference.
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And nothing else, just his name, breathed out, a response to the feeling of the man beneath him arc up, push back. The hand gipping Bruce's thigh squeezes, an odd feeling, not the desperate grasp of a human person, but what feels like an allowance.
The soft unfocus of his eyes sharpen. The answer to that question is unstoppably: whatever he wants, and the next pump of blood through his body seems to carry electricity, warm where it drains into his groin. Flush against Bruce, inside of Bruce, he is very warm.
Clark lets go of Bruce's leg to clasp his other wrist, and push it down on the mattress as well. There he leans his weight on both, hands almost flat, arms almost straight, back arched to push in deep, and then roll back. He does not press in close enough to provide more relief to Bruce's cock than just an incidental brush.
Fucking him is slow to begin but it doesn't last, eyes locked on his as he picks the tireless pace of his preference.