Bruce's patchwork spine can tolerate all the things he puts himself through in armor - and all the things he puts himself through in bed - so Clark's hand down his spine would have to put effort into being ungentle enough to hurt. That said, he has no objection to the light application, even if he's unused to being touched like he deserves care. Perhaps because of that.
Already kind of is a sex thing. Yes. But also, that non-seafood order will show up eventually, and scribbling out the end of this artfully sensual encounter with a rough handjob to beat the clock feels not great. Despite Bruce being an expert in rough handjobs, and employing them to melt brains, human or otherwise.
Still—
It could. That kiss on the back of his neck that offers the potential for it. Bruce turns his head enough to catch just a glimpse of him, Clark's shoulder and the line of his arm, and he reaches back to press a hand against his hip. Keeping him there. It could. Neither more nor less but just as good is the way he feels like Clark understands and even enjoys the strange silence that makes up most of their conversations.
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Already kind of is a sex thing. Yes. But also, that non-seafood order will show up eventually, and scribbling out the end of this artfully sensual encounter with a rough handjob to beat the clock feels not great. Despite Bruce being an expert in rough handjobs, and employing them to melt brains, human or otherwise.
Still—
It could. That kiss on the back of his neck that offers the potential for it. Bruce turns his head enough to catch just a glimpse of him, Clark's shoulder and the line of his arm, and he reaches back to press a hand against his hip. Keeping him there. It could. Neither more nor less but just as good is the way he feels like Clark understands and even enjoys the strange silence that makes up most of their conversations.
Muttered, "Do your fingers even prune?"
God. Now that's privileged.