In turn, Bruce loves it when Clark touches him. But this is another kind of pleasure that's just as potent. Being able to focus on him entirely, his own arousal present but not getting in the proverbial way of the unfiltered intensity of his mission. Which is simply Clark.

He lets him grind up for a moment before taking him by the hips, pushing him down. Hard and heavy and not trying to avoid the biting pressure of hands against hipbones, he looks up at the younger man, watchful and heated in equal measure. Always checking to make sure he's all right, but still proceeding. That Clark seems to like it as much as he does makes him feel all the more keyed up. But of course he does. This thing between them started with violence so much worse than consensual edging.

A whole hand presses down over the line of pins in his thigh, and Bruce presses his face into the vee of his groin, mouth at the base of his cock. Dangerous territory, putting a hickey right there where it meets plateau of his lower abdomen, letting his erection rub against the stubble on his cheek, holding him down and grasping at pinched flesh at the same time.