The sound Clark makes is categorically a groan, but a nuanced groan. A you're killing me kind of sound along with a but it's very sexy of you undercurrent, Clark's head briefly falling back when Bruce journeys kisses down his throat, under his chin. Part of their problem, where one starts something and the other has a hard time not immediately being dragged down.

It's with this knowledge, and shared knowledge at that, that Clark sighs, "Bruce," in protest. Pls. They'll never leave this bed alive, if someone isn't responsible.

But it's not just a matter of slutty Pavlovian physical response, but warmly simmering affection. It's nice to be wanted, and to know that no matter how much you may want in return, it'll always be received. His hand curls through Bruce's hair, just feeling, sweat-damp locks slipping easy through fingers as he answers the question with, "Pretty sure I shouldn't wait til after," because that's clearly what Bruce meant.