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ᴄʟᴀʀᴋ ᴋᴇɴᴛ ( ᴋᴀʟ-ᴇʟ ). ([personal profile] solarcore) wrote in [personal profile] nightlife 2021-01-16 05:49 am (UTC)

That smile remains, insufferable, crooked—

"That's why you like me so much."

If it's any consolation, there is a subtle amount of strain in Clark's voice. A breathlessness, like he's forgotten his own ridiculous lung capacity, breathing at the top of his chest.

He could do this forever and at the same time, he absolutely could not. His own arousal has gotten that dull and desperate ache, and the promise of the dull haze of the physiological mood that comes after is its own lure, even though he also wants to stay just where they are. So Clark maintains this same pace and position for as long as he thinks he can get away with, and then.

Then he simply sinks down, snagging Bruce into a needful kiss with his own reverberating moan, his body a hot and imposing blanket of muscle where they map against one another. His hands loosen from Bruce's wrists, one hand grasping bedsheets and taking his weight and the other finding a place to land on the other man's ribcage, slipping down to grip a handful of ass and squeeze. It is an ill-gotten pause in the moment, a second to breathe.

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