'Soon' doesn't actually look very soon, for how little Bruce seems willing to actually let Clark up. Laying halfway on top of him, invulnerable density surprisingly comfortable when, Bruce is as comfortable as can be. He does note that pause, and wonder about it, but it could be so many things. No verbal response right away - he mouths at Clark's collarbone in a kiss that's almost unfocused. Something possessive in it. Useless human teeth, against Kryptonian skin.

"Good," he says, voice low, a deep rumble tangible through his chest, against Clark. "Sort of like I want to suck your cock in the shower."

Just in case there was any doubt about how into this he is. Bruce could have another one in him, if it doesn't require too much in the way of continued pressure on his wrists and shoulders. He's so good at moderation and self-control, until he doesn't have to be, and then he just spins out. It feels so fucking good not to have to check himself at all, with Clark.

Sitting here is also exceptional. A normal, sweet kiss this time, laid gently against his shoulder.