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The night has been eventful. A night filled with press and constant pictures being taken; Bruce was ready to be home. He felt bottled up in his suit, constantly tugging at the collar almost messing up his tie.
He just wanted to show face and leave but the banquet had been for charity so he, of course, had to donate.
Even still, he was tired of people constantly coming up to him. However, there was one person who never bothered him — he was never disturbed by his presence.
That same person was looking at him from across the room. Clark Kent. He grabbed a champagne flute from the waiter passing by and brought it to his lips, not taking his eyes away from Clark’s as he took a sip.
Clark tilted his head a bit before bringing the camera up to his face and aiming it right on Bruce, snapping a couple pictures and capturing his beauty.
Clark wanted to absolutely worship him.
Bruce downed the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the table in front of him. He whispered in the crowd for only one person to hear, “Let’s go back to the manor.”
Clark’s ears picked up the soft voice, the only other voice he’d know within a crowd of people. His ears turning red at the suggestion and when he looked up, Bruce was gone.
Which left Clark to make his decision.
That’s how they got here. Bruce’s back against the double doors of his room, Clark pressed hotly against him. His lips meeting his in the middle; the kiss was slow and lingering, the kind that made you come back for more every time you pulled away.
Bruce gripped Clark’s shoulders, as he brought him in for another soft kiss. The way their lips molded together perfectly made Bruce weak in the knees.
Clark pulled away to kiss his cheek, caressing the other cheek softly and gazing into his eyes. “I missed you, Bruce.”
Bruce keened, his face pressing into Clark’s palm with a content sigh. “I missed you too, Clark.” his voice soft and sincere.
It made Clark smile, all his teeth on display. He led the other man towards the bed, loosening his tie on the way. His eyes never left Bruce. He watched the way his eyes moved across his face — he loved watching Bruce let his guard down and become vulnerable even if it were just for a moment.
This moment was made for them. Bruce pulled Clark closer, closing the space in between them and kissing him deeply.
Clark’s hands came to rest on his cheeks as he returned the kiss, filling it with as much love as he could.
God, Bruce was handsome. Clark could stare at him for hours. There was something so rugged about the way he looked but he was still so handsome. Clark thought he was beautiful, as if he was crafted by an artist. Half the time, he could believe Bruce was real. Or that he was his.
They fell back on the bed, Bruce pulling Clark on top of him. He smirked when Clark blushed at the close contact between them, no space and nothing to leave up to imagination.
Bruce ran his hand through Clark’s hair before dragging his hand down his cheek watching how easily Clark turned into putty in his hold.
Clark leaned up and took off his glasses, setting them aside before looking at his lover again. He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, pushing his dark hair back.
Bruce closed his eyes at the contact, relishing in the moment. His head turned and Clark pressed a kiss on the side of his forehead — Bruce was flushed, his face hot and his heart beating too fast from the touch.
The soft touches that Clark delivered as made his heart rate spike. He felt Clark’s lips on his once more before he moved to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Clark let his lips graze Bruce’s before whispering against them, “You’re so beautiful, Bruce.”
Bruce couldn’t help the blush spreading across his cheeks, feeling overwhelmed at the praise. He breathed picking up as Clark laid more of his weight onto him, pressing his body further into the bed.
Bruce’s hands gripped Clark’s bicep as he kept worshipping him.
Clark kissed down his jaw slowly, letting the kisses marinate before he moved on to the next spot. He placed a careful kiss on Bruce’s neck, his eyes trailing up to see how disheveled Bruce looked.
A breathy sigh escaped his lips as Clark kissed down his neck, he was reacting faster than expected. “Clark…”
Clark’s hands ran down his body slowly as if he was memorizing every ridge and dip that he had to offer. He grabbed Bruce’s wrist softly, bringing it up above his head, “I could look at you forever.”
Bruce felt Clark’s fingers intertwining with his, keeping a tight grip on him.
“I love you.” Bruce whispered, looking at Clark and smiling when a soft groan left the other man.
“Bruce, I love you too.” Clark responded, kissing him deeply and tightening his grip on his hand.
Bruce loved being worshipped by Clark.
He loved Clark.