They're both lucky that Bruce speaks physical violence better than he does English, so when Kryptonian knee meets human thigh he's able to position as to not end up with his leg in two pieces - though perhaps concerning is the way he doesn't seem to find those points of contact painful, like the response is simply absent, having spent too many years getting the shit kicked out of him for this to rate.
Bruce's pulse does that thing it's been doing. It evens out - albeit at a quicker than normal pace - at the sight of Clark so startled. Rudely finding his own peace at the expense of the other man's nerves.
Beneath him, he relaxes. Broad hands are smoothed out against perfect skin and borrowed cotton. He looks at Clark, looks in those bright blue eyes and that little speck of warm brown-- he wonders if that tiny blip of heterochromia is what's supposed to have set him apart from other Kryptonians and their genetically encrypted destinies. Look, says some long-dead alien radical, he's completely natural. Ordinary. Fucked his eyes up and everything.
Nevermind the rest of him shames Greek statues.
Bruce moves one hand, slow, like approaching a wild animal. Raises it up towards Clark's temple and the wavy dark hair there -
- shoves his knee into the other man's chest and torques his body, flinging him aside.
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Bruce's pulse does that thing it's been doing. It evens out - albeit at a quicker than normal pace - at the sight of Clark so startled. Rudely finding his own peace at the expense of the other man's nerves.
Beneath him, he relaxes. Broad hands are smoothed out against perfect skin and borrowed cotton. He looks at Clark, looks in those bright blue eyes and that little speck of warm brown-- he wonders if that tiny blip of heterochromia is what's supposed to have set him apart from other Kryptonians and their genetically encrypted destinies. Look, says some long-dead alien radical, he's completely natural. Ordinary. Fucked his eyes up and everything.
Nevermind the rest of him shames Greek statues.
Bruce moves one hand, slow, like approaching a wild animal. Raises it up towards Clark's temple and the wavy dark hair there -
- shoves his knee into the other man's chest and torques his body, flinging him aside.
Bonk.