Impossible to not start up again, feeling Bruce move against him, his hands smoothing down his arms, voice like that. Arousal is lazy to make a return but making a return it is, stirred coals without spark, just yet. Clark shifts his wrists, a slight creak of leather beneath the snug binds of ribbon and bow.
Tempting to say 'never mind' and get back to the business of luxuriating in the things Bruce feels like doing to him, but he suspects they're a little alike in that there is likewise something appealing in being listened to, in finding some crack in the moment to dig your nails into and control, in slowing things down even while the other man moves against him, harder than he is, for now.
Clark can't quite return the favour save to twist a little in place, sliding the side of his foot down Bruce's leg. Mmf. Bruce's fingers wrapping around his arms maybe finding somewhere borderline tickly in their sensitivity, a twitch coursing through him at the necessarily denied impulse to pull back somehow, before relaxing instead.
"Not hurting," Clark says, trying to put his thoughts in some kind of order. "But I think about the way you came apart under me," and he manages to more firmly rub himself against Bruce, actually engaging in the normal but considerable human strength he has to push back a little, "and I don't wanna flinch away from giving you that."
If it did hurt too much, he knows he could tap out. But if he liked it all too much, and then there was that kill switch in the back of his mind, to lock it all down, for fear of something. Some loss of focus, control. It all sounds very high-minded for a little DIY kink, but never say they don't take fucking each other seriously.
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Tempting to say 'never mind' and get back to the business of luxuriating in the things Bruce feels like doing to him, but he suspects they're a little alike in that there is likewise something appealing in being listened to, in finding some crack in the moment to dig your nails into and control, in slowing things down even while the other man moves against him, harder than he is, for now.
Clark can't quite return the favour save to twist a little in place, sliding the side of his foot down Bruce's leg. Mmf. Bruce's fingers wrapping around his arms maybe finding somewhere borderline tickly in their sensitivity, a twitch coursing through him at the necessarily denied impulse to pull back somehow, before relaxing instead.
"Not hurting," Clark says, trying to put his thoughts in some kind of order. "But I think about the way you came apart under me," and he manages to more firmly rub himself against Bruce, actually engaging in the normal but considerable human strength he has to push back a little, "and I don't wanna flinch away from giving you that."
If it did hurt too much, he knows he could tap out. But if he liked it all too much, and then there was that kill switch in the back of his mind, to lock it all down, for fear of something. Some loss of focus, control. It all sounds very high-minded for a little DIY kink, but never say they don't take fucking each other seriously.