It's not so bad, all this. But it can be a lot, depending on how long it's done for, and how much it's allowed to ramp up. Bruce is just doing things he likes - a slow build that's almost like denial, torment and support. He nuzzles at Clark's cheek, shares his breath as they're pressed together, and kisses him again. It's prolonged this time, kissing him until his breathless, until he's sure Clark's mouth is almost bruised with it between the pressure of Bruce's lips and biting back against his own teeth. How does it feel, the scrape of his tongue against teeth, his stubble, the catch of a bite on his lip.
Probably not as sharp as the clothespin going back onto his nipple.
But there's little time to dwell on that, as Bruce pulls back and snags his hands. That long ribbonlike fabric is in play now, too, spilling between them as Bruce picks one end (as if by magic) and twists it through the ring on Clark's left cuff.
"It took me a while to get good at this," he says quietly. "It's like meditation."
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It's not so bad, all this. But it can be a lot, depending on how long it's done for, and how much it's allowed to ramp up. Bruce is just doing things he likes - a slow build that's almost like denial, torment and support. He nuzzles at Clark's cheek, shares his breath as they're pressed together, and kisses him again. It's prolonged this time, kissing him until his breathless, until he's sure Clark's mouth is almost bruised with it between the pressure of Bruce's lips and biting back against his own teeth. How does it feel, the scrape of his tongue against teeth, his stubble, the catch of a bite on his lip.
Probably not as sharp as the clothespin going back onto his nipple.
But there's little time to dwell on that, as Bruce pulls back and snags his hands. That long ribbonlike fabric is in play now, too, spilling between them as Bruce picks one end (as if by magic) and twists it through the ring on Clark's left cuff.
"It took me a while to get good at this," he says quietly. "It's like meditation."