The slow sinking in is perfect as it is. He feels Bruce's legs tug at him, hears chains creak and protest, feels that urgency strung through all parts of Bruce's body, and it feels nearly sadistically glorious to ignore that and move exactly as fast as he wants. It's not really denial when the end result is him buried to the hilt in the other man, anyway.
Clark thinks so.
And he leans in and down once there, a deliberate closeness that traps Bruce's cock between them, elbows against the mattress, hands gentle against Bruce's sides.
He rolls his hips, a relatively small movement that feels like a lot, given current configuration. "God you feel good," is breathed against Bruce's collarbone, followed by another luxurious roll that this time draws a groan out of Clark. And again.
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Clark thinks so.
And he leans in and down once there, a deliberate closeness that traps Bruce's cock between them, elbows against the mattress, hands gentle against Bruce's sides.
He rolls his hips, a relatively small movement that feels like a lot, given current configuration. "God you feel good," is breathed against Bruce's collarbone, followed by another luxurious roll that this time draws a groan out of Clark. And again.