Bruce leans down and presses a chaste kiss to his mouth. "Good," he says, almost as quiet. Just a gravelly breath of voice.

He sits up, all the back to sit back on his heels. It's a bit of a challenge - drawing away from Clark's body is a regretful exercise in any event - but there's a to-do list here, still. Whether his alien lover is aware or not. Bruce keeps his hands on him, running over his sides and his legs, down to his shins. He coaxes one of Clark's knees up, pushing it towards his abdomen so that he can reposition himself and then nudge at him to roll over onto his stomach.

"C'mon." Gentle. He gives him another kiss, helps him with his bound arms, tugs the sheet beneath him to make sure he's comfortable. One hand slides down his spine, squeezes his ass. "Okay?"