With or without Kryptonian resistance, Clark does enjoy that. Without, there is that sense of gravity, dense bone and slabs of muscle. This close, he doesn't need supersenses to feel the beat of his heart, or measure the warmth of his body. While his arms are still around Bruce, he folds him in firmly, bound wrists caught at the back of his neck as they kiss. He tangles their legs up, indulging in this full bodied contact while it lasts.
Oof. Clark rests his arms up above his head when pushed, letting his head fall back. Stretches his fingers as if it to show they're still in working order.
"Still attached," he says. Then, after a pause, "You know what I was worried about, doing this?"
Maybe a conversation for after, or better yet, before, but sometimes, the things that occur to you don't care about timing. It doesn't sound like a big to slow down or stop, anyway, as Clark shifts (very minimally, given givens) beneath Bruce's weight, like he wants to do something about the feeling of his stiff length pressed against his skin.
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Oof. Clark rests his arms up above his head when pushed, letting his head fall back. Stretches his fingers as if it to show they're still in working order.
"Still attached," he says. Then, after a pause, "You know what I was worried about, doing this?"
Maybe a conversation for after, or better yet, before, but sometimes, the things that occur to you don't care about timing. It doesn't sound like a big to slow down or stop, anyway, as Clark shifts (very minimally, given givens) beneath Bruce's weight, like he wants to do something about the feeling of his stiff length pressed against his skin.