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I’d been dreaming about this day since what feels like forever. The sight before me is something neither Fragonard nor Botticelli could capture in a painting.
Bruce's colored eyes were overtaken by his dilated pupils. The flush to his cheeks spread across to his ears. His slight panting and heaving chest. Like a cat that was excited to pounce on its prey.
I’d been here for a few hours helping Bruce finalize a few reports of our last missions. Frankly, I couldn’t tell you how we ended up in one of the secretly tucked-away rooms of the Batcave, but here we are.
Bruce had pushed me against the bed, my knees bent at the edge of the bed, and my feet planted. Bruce was standing above me, his legs on the outside of my knees, pinning me in place.
“Fuck,” Bruce murmured as his eyes scanned all over me. This was simply too much.
“Bruce, gosh, I don’t even-“ and before I could get out what I wanted, Bruce dove down and was now straddling me. His lips were rough and wet, and his barely there stubble rubbed against my face. But at the same time, he kissed me so softly. Gently tugging at my bottom lip and chewing it.
Sensationally different than anything I’d ever experienced. Lois’s lips were soft and sweet and always tasted fruity. Her tongue was warm and gentle, and all things considered, she was just soft.
Bruce was, well, obviously a man. He was gentle, but the calluses of his hands around my neck, his stubble, his well-defined abs, his strong legs holding me in place, his hard-on grinding mercilessly against mine. Everything about what he was making me feel was hot, enticing, sexy, and addicting. I can’t begin to imagine a world without feeling this.
“-ark did I bore you?” Bruce panted as he pulled back, now sitting on my crotch. His chest was still heaving, and his lips bright cherry red, and the slightest trace of saliva on his chin.
“No, oh my goodness, no Bruce, I just... I’ve dreamt about this for forever,” I couldn’t lie and hold it in longer. Bruce was an honest man, and though sometimes I know he struggled with his emotions and communicating, he does his best everyday to be better. Hiding my feelings for him for this long has grown to feel wrong and deceptive, and honesty is what he deserves.
“The more we got to know each other, and I learn about you, not just Bruce Wayne or Batman, I couldn’t help but fantasise about knowing all of you.” The look on Bruce’s face softened slightly, moving slightly away from pure lust to adoration.
“Clark, you’ve always been such a sweetheart, huh? I’ve always wanted you, maybe longer than you’d ever realize,” he confessed, now running his hands on my sides and chest. It felt like electricity every time his hands touched any part of my skin.
“Well, what changed?”
“Something about seeing you in my clothes this evening became overwhelming. Wearing all black, your curly black hair, the feeling of your body against me when you’d peak over on my laptop.” Bruce finished his confession by grinding down on my painfully hard member that I had slightly forgotten about. Bruce’s butt felt so good against me. He moved in small circles, and his hands continued to inspect each part of my chest. Before I even realized, he popped off his T-shirt that I had borrowed from me, leaving me shirtless.
“Fuck, you look so good, Clark.” Bruce moaned, and he went down to start kissing my neck. His wet lips left trails of heat as he kissed all along my jaw, neck, and collarbone. He even teasingly went down to my pec and gave me a little bite. I couldn’t lie, it certainly elicited a moan from me. His tongue swirled against one of my nipples, and he bit down on the nub.
“Oh my gosh!” I yelped, and Bruce shot back up and only gave me a sly smile in return.
“Sorry, boy scout, I was just curious,” he stated so sweetly, innocently.
“No, I'm not complaining, heavens no,” and I felt myself growing slightly impatient. I put my hands on either side of Bruce’s hips and grinded him against me.
Seeing Bruce’s eyes go wide, his blush deepen, and bite his bottom lip was far too much. His ass felt so good against me, and noting his bulge made a noticeable dent in his sweatpants triggered something primal in me. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in a few months, maybe it’s because I’m Kryptonian, or maybe it’s very likely that I’m living out a fantasy of my dream man gasping as I move him against my dick.
Probably the latter.
I knew I should be more careful, but I also know Bruce is the strongest man I’ve ever met. Sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s just human. But I used my speed to my advantage and flipped us. Now Bruce laid completely flat against the mattress. I was between him, and I settled one of his legs on my shoulder. The action clearly caught him by surprise because his moans kept spilling out of his wet pink mouth.
“Mm Clark,” was all I had to hear for me to start rutting into him. It felt so damn good; his moans and groans were the best music, his panting was the best motivator.
“All these clothes need to come off, I need to feel you now,” and even my own voice caught me by surprise. I don’t think I’m a dominant man in bed, quite frankly, I’ve always been more subdued because of my Kryptonian nature. But the sight before me was too good and made me check in with myself that much harder.
I need him now.
“Wait ! Clark, wait, please, I have to tell you something.” Bruce's voice was unlike anything I’d heard up until this point. I’ve heard him angry, sad, confused, and now horny, but this was different. I stopped everything I was doing and pulled back. I would personally throw myself into Bruce’s stored metric ton of krptonite if he felt I was overstepping with him. Clearly, I must have since his voice was so different now.
“Bruce, I’m so sorry, I am just so excited, oh my goodness, I can be such a jerk. Please forgive me if I was going too fa-“ and then I felt Bruce’s warm hand lace with mine, and that simple touch brought me back to earth.
“Hell no, Clark, you’ve done nothing wrong. This is the most amazing I’ve ever felt in my life. It’s just I’ve never done anything like this before.” Bruce whispered in a sheepish tone, and his eyes were no longer able to hold contact with mine.
“Oh, with a man? I mean, it’s not too different from a woman. I mean, I’m not Casanova like yourself, I’ve only made it to second base with a guy back in colle-“
“No, Clark,” and now Bruce propped himself up on his forearms, and he returned his gaze to meet mine.
“I haven’t done anything with anyone. Ever. This is the farthest I’ve gone with anyone.” His eyes squeezed shut, biting his bottom lip completely.
“Oh my gosh, Bruce,” and I quickly retreated from Bruce. This cannot be true. I was such an animal this past half hour. I forced his butt onto me to ease the ache in my pants. I shoved my tongue in his throat. I ran my hands all over his body without restraint. I’m horrible!
“Wait, Clark, please. I know being a virgin is a buzz kill, but please,” Bruce begged as his arms reached out to me. I couldn’t deny him. I returned to him and pulled him up into my embrace. His heart was still beating rapidly, but his breathing was slowly calming down.
“No, Bruce, that’s not what’s wrong. Nothing about what you said is wrong or a ‘buzz kill’. I just didn’t know, and I was treating you so roughly. I wouldn’t be acting like this if I had known. Forgive me,” and then I felt a slight slap to my face and a deep chuckle.
“I deserve that.”
“Clark, you idiot. I’m embarrassed because I’m a virgin, and you’re apologizing to me? No, Clark, I didn’t know what this would ever be like and thought I’d never find someone to trust. But then I found you.” Bruce looked up to me and placed a kiss on where he had just slapped me.
“But please don’t apologize for all this. This is the best I’ve felt in God knows how long. I just figured I needed to let you know in case I started looking confused.” Bruce murmured as he rested his face into my neck and pressed soft kisses to my neck.
“I trust you too, B, you know that. Thank you for being honest with me and trusting me. But now that I know about your virginity, this will go much differently.” And I placed one hand on his hair and the other to hold his chin upwards to my lips. Gentle and slow, a promise that this is going to go differently. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek as I walked towards to door.
“Huh? Are you going to stop now? But-“
“Butts are for sitting. I’m going to pick you up tomorrow at 7. We are going to have a proper date first.” And before Bruce could pull those puppy eyes that he unconsciously (but Bruce knows everything, so he probably has been using them strategically on me for the past few years), I was halfway out of the room.
“Jesus, Clark, you can’t leave me like this,” and Bruce motioned to his still apparent bulge and a dark spot staining his swearpants. A sight that I will ensure to refer to when I return to my apartment in a few minutes.
“One more night won’t hurt. And you’re smart, man, B, I know you’ll be able to resolve this issue. I will call you!” And I flew out of there.
A virgin? Golly! I would’ve never guessed.