"No," breathed out, sighed, a subtle lift of his hips when he feels Bruce lean in and rub himself so intimately. Like maybe Clark might play at tempting him into abandoning their plans altogether. But having already come helps patience, and so there's nothing stopping Bruce leaning in and

it feels like being pressed into the bed, the next breath out lets gently coaxed than the last. The next point of pressure Bruce's hands find gets a groan out of Clark, a physical twinge of protest raising his shoulders and bowing his head. No report on not liking it, however, even if he's not sure how to like it just yet.

"But it'll give me something to think about," comes out slightly strained, the second half of that thought and answer.