Time ceases to exist. Everything is flayed open, his breath caught, his heart going wildly. The kind of orgasm that's as good as it is devastating, leaving a seemingly endless expanse of afterglow. Clark pushes him like that, cracks him open, and Bruce offers no resistance. He doesn't have any. Clark is welcome, perfect, meant to be doing just this
Bruce's eyes are closed or close enough, but he feels the heat from it, sees the flash of white from beyond his eyelids, and knows what happens. He can see it in his mind's eye, because he's seen it properly before. Clark in all his strangeness with that unearthly glow, too much visible with the sun trapped in his skull.
Beautiful, in its nightmarishness.
Floating somewhere still, unwilling to return to Earth, Bruce moves. Slow - and not so deliberate, even while he's intent he's still jackknifed and very much pinned - he digs in the hell of the leg Clark hasn't captured. And pushes up, back onto his cock. Harder. Too hard. It doesn't register as pain. It shoves him further off the ledge in his head.
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Bruce's eyes are closed or close enough, but he feels the heat from it, sees the flash of white from beyond his eyelids, and knows what happens. He can see it in his mind's eye, because he's seen it properly before. Clark in all his strangeness with that unearthly glow, too much visible with the sun trapped in his skull.
Beautiful, in its nightmarishness.
Floating somewhere still, unwilling to return to Earth, Bruce moves. Slow - and not so deliberate, even while he's intent he's still jackknifed and very much pinned - he digs in the hell of the leg Clark hasn't captured. And pushes up, back onto his cock. Harder. Too hard. It doesn't register as pain. It shoves him further off the ledge in his head.