Even gentle, the pressure of Bruce's teeth into soft flesh feels different right now. A different sort of sensitivity, just a little more give than there would be otherwise. He kisses Bruce a little harder in response, powerfully instinctual, but they should really stop. They're not ready. It's just Clark has this problem where any excuse to entwine them together is extremely hard to refuse himself, to refuse Bruce.

A wobble.

The kiss breaks immediately. Clark's hands go up to grasp the older man's elbows. "Hey," he says, gently. "You okay?" Ask a stupid question—