Bruce can't keep his hands off him, even now when it's slower, and sweet. Gentle stroking up and down, feeling him relax, settle back onto the bed. He's aware of how hard Clark stayed during the spanking, and it's there in his head like a bright light. Do something about this. In a minute.

"Teamwork," he murmurs.

Intuition and experience and having discussed it helped, too.

One palm skims over his ass, careful over the abraded skin. It's the middle of the night, but if Bruce pulled back one of the curtains and turned the red light off, the ambient radiation would still sink into Clark's cells and heal him. Slower than at high noon, but he could watch him transform all the same.

Faintly amused, then, "Do you want me to brush my teeth?"

Sometimes you are a superhero and sometimes you are really painfully normal.