Someone's going to tag this praise kink on AO3 and Bruce will die of embarrassment. Until then, he squirms a little at that, putting more effort into preventing himself from arguing than in anything else he's done so far. I like everything about you. Shut up. No you don't. That's impossible, even for you.

But is it. Can Superman simply do everything.

He's as hard as he can be, which is impressive considering how little they've technically been doing. Stiff and curved up over his lower abdominals, on display thanks to the way Clark muscles in between his thighs, leaving him so exposed and vulnerable. He pulls on the cuffs, luxuriates in the burn through his shoulders and the way it contrasts with the other man's gentle, but inescapable attention. Aware that he has to choose, now, between digging his heels in (proverbially, but in the literal, he is in fact digging one heel in, so that he can rub his calf against Clark's side) and doing what instinct will always tell him to do. Resist. Defy. And what he wants to do, which is to fold and fall.

What fun is it to let Clark win right away, though. (Because Clark will. Even if Bruce chooses to resist.)