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The Justice League finished dispatching the last batch of destroyed parademons into the mouth of the active Pacific volcano. They all watched as the red molten heat of fire and rock consume their part organic part mechanical carcasses. Even Arthur joined in this time. The Atlantean King had barely lifted a finger during the previous incursions of the mechanical beasts. This larger batch was from the latest attack. Bruce knew why Arthur was here. His presence grated against his nerves. Bruce had not forgotten how Arthur slammed him against the wall for what he thought was an adequate assessment of the Atlantean's abilities.
His once aloof Highness started to get more involved when he came back. Bruce noted how Arthur stood further down the cliff far from the mouth of the volcano, probably the heat is too much for him and his water logged brain, he observed with some sense of satisfaction. Arthur tipped his head up and smiled. A smile that Bruce saw Arthur only give to two people Diana and him. He felt his blood suddenly boil at the sight, as hot as the lava, as some disturbing longing churned in his belly. The recipient of that gesture, Clark, hovered over him for a minute with that sunny, “aww shucks” smile, one of his smiles. Smiles that apparently merited its own Twitter account #SupermanSmiles. Of course there was also that Instagram account #SupermanSuperAss. Bruce managed to shut down that one, then it resurfaced as a Twitter account. Bruce had a very strong suspicion who was behind that account. It was distracting to the team to say the least yet he knows these were the unfortunate side effects of the world being thrown into a frenzy as soon as everyone realized he was back. Clark had been back for two months now; but everyone to Bruce’s opinion was still acting like idiots over it. Barry and Victor always called him, Sir, while acting like hyperactive children fanboying all over him. He had to give Clark credit for quietly putting a stop to that.
The Kryptonian touched down. Arthur leaned in closer and said something into Clark's ear. Clark smiled then whispered into Arthur’s ear. Whatever was said elicited chuckles from both of them. They were standing very close, their shoulders brushing against each other. Clark, Bruce observed was unmindful of how Arthur's left hip pressed against the Kryptonian as he leaned closer. Bruce felt another frown form under his cowl with the display. For him the whole thing was unnecessary with two beings with more than adequate senses. With brisk steps he walked down the cliff towards them.
“Hey, everything ok?” Clark turned to him right away as soon as he saw him approach, still friendly though decidedly with a smile not as brilliant as earlier. He could not curb the sudden hollow feeling in his chest.
Even without looking at him Bruce could feel Arthur's hostility at his presence. Game on, Bruce thought. Oh, yeah they were going to deal with this starting right now.
“We need to meet.” Bruce’s gaze turned slightly towards Arthur.
"Ok, when?” Clark asked pleasantly.
“Today, we can leave now.”
Arthur, who stood behind Clark on an incline, had the audacity to glare down at him. Bruce felt his jaw tighten yet held his gaze, although Arthur will never see his eyes beneath the cowl’s specs.
“Batman, was this scheduled with the others?” Clark asked lightly, oblivious to the stare down going around him.
Bruce saw Arthur’s glare intensify, “Surely, Batman, now is not the time,”
“No. We are not meeting with the others,” Bruce answered, deliberately ignoring Arthur. “Just you, me and him.At the Batcave."
"Completely unnecessary, I have a lighthouse here. Two islands away."
"No."
Clark sighed deeply, "My Fortress is done. We can go there."
Arthur and Bruce shared a meaningful look, before Bruce answered.
"We'll meet at your Fortress."
Later at the Fortress…..
Clark had been very busy ever since he came back. He had reclaimed his scout ship. The government considered it an act of treason and threatened him. Clark responded by dropping by at the military’s Joint Chief’s meeting then ever so casually and gently reminded them of a small mess made by a certain Lex Luthor and how certain government officials granted him access that almost annihilated the entire world. And oh yeah, great job on the cover up on that one. That ended that argument. Right now the ship was parked in an uncharted area deep within the Arctic farther than Ellesmere Island, where the scout ship was originally found, with weather conditions too harsh to even allow any research base. It was even better once he got the cloaking shields working. Since he was spending a lot of time in there, he also made sure he had adequate living quarters and even a kitchen. He might be Kryptonian but he was still a Kansas boy through and through.
They were standing around in what could be considered the ship’s bridge. Clark had the ship’s liquid geomatrix configure a panoramic view screen. This gave the fortress’ occupants offered a spectacular window to the uninhabited tundra outside. The aurora borealis on full show with its brilliant greens, purples, reds and myriad of other colors in between, not visible to the human eye, only to Clark’s.
The unearthly beauty did nothing to assuage the growing tension within the Fortress.
Clark could not believe what he was hearing,“You want to do, WHAT?!?”
Arthur Curry slowly folded his thick, tattooed arms across his immense chest. Deep hazel eyes that shifted between honey brown and blue green watched the Man of Steel intently.
Bruce, had the slightest crease on his forehead, glared at Arthur then settled on Clark with his usual stoic gaze.
Clark was just bright red.
“Of course you are both serious. I should’ve known since both of you, actually agreed on something. You are both insane.” His voice rose a very high--- very unSuperman like pitch. It's a miracle he didn't squeak.
“Kal El, unlike surface dwellers, we Atlanteans celebrate all manners of relationships. This is one of the most sacred and honored tradition only among the most elite of our warriors.”
Kal-El. The way Arthur said his name made Bruce just want spear him with his own trident.
“We are not in Atlantis,” Clark gritted out he turned to Bruce who was still quiet.
“And you are ok with this?” Clark knew he was being redundant, of course they were ok with this, they are here! Hello!?!
Arthur gave him a smoldering smile, eyes still intent on Clark, like that of a shark circling his dinner, Bruce thought. “Just to let you know, the only reason I'm 'ok' with this, is because it involves you, Kal-El-- only for you," Arthur said silkily.
Clark quirked a corner of his lips, “Uh…Thanks,” he murmured before he dipped his head to the side suddenly finding the corner of his cape interesting.
Thanks? Bruce tried to contain the exasperated sigh that almost came out. He cleared his throat loudly, his voice clipped and clinical, “It will strengthen team dynamics. Instead of always jockeying for the alpha male position. This will prove— “
“So us having sex, all of us having sex will strengthen team dynamics,” Clark said evenly. He released a sigh as he shook his head briefly.
Suddenly a horrified expression crowded Clark’s face, “Oh my God! Did you guys do it before I came back? With Barry— “
“No, of course not.” Bruce snapped.
“Whose idea was this?”
“Diana’s” Arthur and Bruce answered in unison. Much to their discomfiture.
Of course. Trust the demigod to have fun at their expense. She's probably somewhere laughing her ass off. Clark knew she had enough of the macho jockeying between Bruce and Arthur. Clark had suggested the best way to end this was for her to lead. She looked at him with a fond twinkle in her eyes. “All of this hostility, is not just a fight for leadership, you know this, Kal.” She had said with emphasis, before she gave him a kind smile—the smile she gave to clueless men; alien and mortals alike.
“Don’t worry its time I took care of this.” She had said quietly, mysteriously as she patted his hand. Clark made a mental note, never to ask Diana for advice again—ever. For now, maybe…well… she was more than five thousand years old….
Clark dug the heel of his hand on his forehead, “I'm going to have a headache.”
“You don't get sick.” Bruce scoffed.
Arthur threw another glare at Bruce, before turning to Clark. “You object. End of story. I'm sorry.”
Bruce with a sweep of his cape turned his heels without a word and started walking to the fortress exit.
Arthur looked at Clark apologetically before following Bruce.
“Wait!”
They both stopped mid stride. Hope flared within their chests.
“I didn't exactly say no.”
“I want you both to kiss.”
“Clark, this is not some sort of playground dare.”
“I don't care who kisses who first. You both kiss or I'll leave!” .
“I’m up for anything if that's what you want, Kal,"Arthur’s eyes glittered as he licked his lips, a challenge to Bruce.
Of course that will never do. Bruce was here for Clark. Arthur was here for Clark. Bruce and Arthur can still fuck each other. There was enough there for them to do that. Bruce was egoistic enough to know that somehow today he was getting cock, whether it be Kryptonian or Atlantean. But he also knew enough it won’t be the same without Clark.
“Lucky for you, you are not entirely unappealing, now take that thing off,” Arthur gestured at Bruce’s cowl as he moved closer to Bruce, clearly using his size to intimidate.
Batman held his ground, twenty years and counting, he has dealt with Gotham’s filth, this fish brained fool wasn’t going to intimidate him--- he had a glimpse of deep hazel eyes with a tint of green, when Arthur leaned in without any preamble and took his mouth, an ummphh escaped his throat. Arthur held his face with both hands and kissed like he swam the seas, there was nothing tentative about it; he dove in and crushed their mouths together. Bruce fought him at first but as soon as Arthur ran his tongue over Bruce’s lips, his mouth opened and Arthur surged inside. His fingers dug inside the edge of his cowl as he tried to push it off his face.
Bruce turned his head, “Wait,” he said gruffly. His fingers swiftly pressed some buttons along his belt. There was an audible click as the cowl’s security system disengaged. Bruce actually thought of letting Arthur just go for it, thinking he could test his cowl’s knockout gas on Atlantean physiology, lucky for Arthur he was good kisser, Bruce conceded, albeit-- grudgingly.
Arthur watched him expectantly as he carefully removed his cowl. “Much better,” he said as he slowly trailed a finger along his silver gray temples down to his stubbled jawline.
Bruce saw Clark move closer, he stood next to Arthur.
“Are they as soft as they look?” Clark asked.
“Yes,” Arthur whispered huskily. “But you shouldn’t take my word for it.”
“I don’t intend to.”
“Kiss me Bruce.” Clark ordered, his deep baritone made Bruce’s heart flip.
Bruce looked into the eyes of the man he had convinced himself needed to die. And even when he realized his grave mistake, Clark died anyway in the hands of someone madder than him. Bruce shook that memory away as he covered Clark’s mouth with a with a kiss so raw and carnal with deep moans that went directly to Clark’s already hard cock. Bruce pressed himself harder onto Clark and Clark let him, he backed him into the hard wall that was Arthur. Clark felt a pair of firm lips seek out the nape of his neck, trailing slow kisses and licking his skin all the way to his ear.
Clark’s whole body lit up, his sensitive senses feeling everything. Arthur’s arm braces pressing through his suit, cool against the heat of his skin as his hands travelled down the front of his hips fingers brushing his cock, stroking his balls through his uniform. The Atlantean King's hardness lined up against his back rubbing in between his ass. Bruce continued his assault on his lips, his hands gripped Clark's ass tighter while grinding against him. Clark's whimpers and mewls was driving Bruce insane -- if they continued this it wasn't going to take much to push them over the edge.
Bruce gasped, “Bed. Now!”
Apparently Clark, thought so too, before Arthur or Bruce could both blink, there was a rush of air and a whirl of red and blue. They both landed next to each other on the wide bed with a soft thud. Arthur chuckled heartily. Bruce steeled against the dizziness as the world righted itself. It took him all of three seconds to realize why Arthur was chuckling. They were both already naked except for Clark.
Super speed. Yup.
“Sorry.” Clark hovered over them. Smiling like boy who had just been given free rein inside a toy store. God they were both so beautiful, even with one extremely pissed off looking Bat –still beautiful.
Bruce had the brief thought of yelling about the indignity of it, when Arthur winked at him, he got up and knelt on the bed and grabbed Clark. They kissed hard and fierce. Bruce forgot everything as his cock just became harder and harder while he watched them.
Arthur anchored himself down to the bed as Clark floated closer. Not even losing a beat they continued to ravage each other’s mouth. Clark’s mouth travelled down to his neck; down to the King’s broad chest, the rippling muscles made his Atlantean tattoos stand out in three dimensional reliefs. He pressed a hand on his chest, fingers skittering over a nipple while he lapped and sucked the other. Arthur growled and moaned, his hard body undulated against Clark as he rocked against him. They twisted, grappled, hands and feet everywhere till a leg caught Superman’s cape, yanking him awkwardly by his neck, eliciting a snort from one of them. Clark chuckled then reluctantly raised himself to press the S shield on his chest with the other. The suit including the cape started pixilating in sections. Each section edging away from his skin like minute scales, finally disappearing into the S shield. He threw the shield down to the floor.
Arthur paused distracted by the suit and by a very naked Superman. Everything was even better than he imagined. “That’s convenient.” he murmured breathlessly into his ear as he let his finger lightly trace an S on Clark’s pectorals, making Clark inhale sharply. “So if I press on your shield here, you’ll be naked?” he asked somewhat in awe.
“Well my suit is DNA specific plus there is also some psionics ...involved.” His breath hitched once again as Arthur's strong fingers trailed over his nipples.
“Ohhh.” Arthur said slowly.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed at Arthur. “That means only he can use the suit and he should want to be naked for the suit to come off,” he said cuttingly.
“Thank You. Bruce. Because I really needed an explanation,” came Arthur’s dry reply.
He turned to Clark with a careless, charming smile, “Now, where were we?” He teased as he pulled Clark closer towards him.
Clark slowly came down, a slight blush on his cheeks. His eyes flicked over at Bruce before he wrapped his arms around Arthur, and covered Arthur’s mouth with his. Arthur gave a soft moan and tugged him further down onto the bed with him.
Bruce mentally catalogued the newfound information about Clark’s suit. He watched the two of them, he felt at this point observing seems to be more satisfying than participating. Arthur, his tattooed golden bronze skin stark against Clark’s marble complexion. The Atlantean King’s massive hands denting the muscled flesh on Clark’s powerful back. Arthur's hands grasping Clark's ass, a body that could have been sculpted by Bernini himself. Arthur’s legs wrapped once again around Clark as they kissed and rutted against each other making soft panting noises. All of these could have easily unhinged any hapless human watching them, but Bruce Wayne wasn’t just any human. Nothing much can awe nor intimidate him, he is Bruce fucking Wayne. Between these two gods he brought his own brand of humanity and all its attendant imperfections, scars and all. Scars that marred his body as deep as the ones that truly never heal within his soul. Never one for insecurities, he knows he looks rough and they could either take it or leave it, but he also knew that these young gods wanted him.
He grabbed some of the lube from his belt on the floor and slicked his hand then gave his cock several lazy tugs; he laid back against the headboard. He was painfully aroused; he could come easily just watching these two. But he wasn’t some horny teenager. Years of training had taught several things about self- control, it was all about will and of course proper breathing. Like most things, Bruce’s attitude to this was that of Batman facing a mission. Yet he couldn’t help but moan softly.
A pair of unearthly blue eyes and blue green ones stopped their ministrations of each other before they both slowly tracked down to where his hand was.
“See something you like?” Arthur teased.
Bruce gave a wolfish smirk. “Maybe.”
“Jesus,” Clark threw his head back and moaned, eyes rolling. “What is it between you two?”
“You.” Bruce retorted with a feral edge to his voice.
“Ever the strategist, Bruce! Best idea you’ve ever had,” Arthur replied a little too cheerily.
Arthur flashed Bruce another wink which did not infuriate Bruce as much this time before he shifted and looked down at Clark with lust blown eyes. Clark – radiant with red lips, flushed skin, his curly hair a gorgeous mess, Arthur began working his way down Clark’s body, kissing his chest, licking his nipples. Slowly he placed long, lingering and for Clark tortuous kisses on the hard muscles of his abdomen. He yelped then whined as Arthur bit and sucked on the tight muscles of his groin. Clark arched toward him as he tried to gain purchase over his overly sensitized senses. Bruce watched as Clark’s hand wrapped Arthur’s ass;his fingers biting into his luscious bronzed skin, the same fingers that could break boulders with one flick travelled up and dug into his muscled flanks.
There was a strange niggling thought at the back of Clark’s mind. The ‘Oh my God we are the Justice League; how can I agree to this?’ thought. But seeing Bruce—usually calculating Bruce -- his usual control slipping as he watched them. Bruce betrayed by the look of need and longing in his eyes; betrayed by his now slightly elevated heart rate, it was all worth it. And Arthur whose heart was as strong as several tidal waves crashing into a rocky shore, touching him right now, unravelling him. It was all worth it.
Clark almost lost it when Arthur flicked his tongue on his cock’s slit. Then everything tilted when he took his cock into his mouth. Clark moaned and raked a hand into all that flowing thick hair and watched Arthur’s beautiful mouth encircle his cock. His head moved up and down gradually at first then came the dizzying pace and heated suction. More sounds came from Clark, moans, whimpers and God knows what other obscene noises as he fucked Arthur’s warm wet mouth. Arthur made it his job to give it to Superman and give it good. With half lidded eyes he watched him lose control, as he swallowed the whole entire, thick length of him. He can breathe several thousand feet under the ocean. So Arthur barely stopped, his biology could take it. And Clark who has never been deep throated before in his life because really who on Earth could do it, was just at the edge of being blitzed out. He held out as long as he could in behalf of Kryptonian pride matching Arthur’s heated pace --he was the last of his race dammit.
“Arthur!” he managed to yell out a warning. His orgasm slammed into his entire being so hard, his hips jerked into Arthur’s face—Shit! Thank God it was him ( the small voice inside his head agreed heartily) he could’ve broken a jaw.
Bruce found himself quickly kneeling right next to Clark (he was almost sure several physical laws was broken at that very second when Clark came both by Clark and Arthur) He claimed his mouth in a rough kiss as he came. Lips and teeth smashed together, Bruce catching Clark’s breathy exhale as he shuddered into Arthur’s mouth, while Arthur swallowed every last bit of his cum as he pressed his balls, milking every last drop of him.
Arthur released Clark’s cock with a wet plop. Bruce let Clark go and grabbed Arthur’s neck with the same ferocity as Arthur did earlier. Like two diametrically opposed comets hurtling into each other’s gravity, mouths collided with each other, open, hungry, fighting for dominance. Bruce lapped into every surface of Arthur’s mouth tasting Clark here and there, groaning while Arthur sucked into Bruce. Their bodies pressed and legs wrapped around the other, grinding, pushing their hardness into their hips.
Arthur released Bruce’s mouth his eyes smoldered into Bruce’s cold steel and flint. Barely losing contact, he grabbed the lube next to Bruce and slicked his hand. Bruce sharply exhaled as Arthur took their cocks into his hand. Although it was a large hand, they were both big men – in every way. Yet somehow Arthur engulfed both of them in the warm wetness of slick and precum as he stroked them. There was nothing gentle about how they were grinding against each other. Bruce pushing against Arthur, Arthur pushing back against him, as they kissed savage, wet sloppy kisses. The air between them noisy with their desperate pants. As Arthur’s one hand worked them, his other hand pressed Bruce’s back, gliding on the ridges of the scars there. Bruce’s hands clutched Arthur’s flanks with a punishing grasp, he had wrested his mouth off Arthur and was now sucking and kissing into his neck and shoulder leaving a trail of reddish purple marks that will not stay long.
Holy Shit! Never has Clark seen anything so stunning. These two so different yet now overcome with the same thing, rutting against each other, it was the most erotic thing ever. Clark watched them, propped up on one elbow, a knee bent, his own cock once again thick and hard against his groin.
It was very satisfying. In some strange way, this grounded him. Ever since he came back from the dead, Clark felt he was walking on eggshells. He remembered the searing pain in his chest, his next memory was the darkness that met him when he first opened his eyes. Suddenly he didn’t know what he was. What kind of creature can come back from the dead like it was as normal as breathing and sleeping? He defied this world’s logic and apparently his world’s also, there was some mention of it in Kryptonian databanks but all of them referred to it as something theoretical, unproven. All of this proved how truly different he was, not truly belonging in either world. How inhuman he was. But this here, made him feel as close to his usual normal. Yes, all three of them here was maddening, perhaps wrong, definitely obscene, but both of them were giving him exactly what he needed.
There was a strangled yell from someone, “Fuck!” White strings of cum jetted out in between Arthur and Bruce. It was incredibly messy yet incredibly hot, their scents commingling into this musky heady, very masculine mix of sweat, heat and cum.
Bruce felt arms slither from behind, as Clark held him flush against his body and peppered small kisses along his neck and shoulders. Clark’s cock nestling in between in his crack was like hot steel, burning through his skin simmering his blood from his ass to his still over sensitized cock. He spun around Clark’s arm, in part for relief and kissed him slowly, biting his soft yet invulnerable lips, tasting every part of his warm mouth.
Bruce’s gaze seared at Clark, he saw the desire that was there earlier now burning hotter, the only thing Clark could think of now was to give in to what Bruce wanted. Bruce’s eyes flicked over to Arthur, the look they shared could have spontaneously melted and combusted the Arctic.
“Get him ready,” said Bruce in a voice that could make a panther cower with shame.
Clark looked at Arthur his dick twitching in expectation. Arthur wiped himself carelessly with the edge of a sheet and languidly rolled over to Clark. He licked his lips as he looked at Clark’s already rigid cock. Arthur was never one for being ordered around in the bedroom, but right now he could tolerate the idea.
He threw another know-it-all smirk at Bruce, before he spoke, “Oh, I will. You can join us once you’re up to it.”
“What about it, Kal-El?” he said in a soft voice that made Clark’s spine tingle. Arthur’s cock was still half hard and dribbling fluid.
Clark swallowed. All he knew, was he wanted. Wanted. Needed. This.
“Yes,” he gasped out.
Arthur laid on his side snug against Clark, he turned Clark’s head and enveloped him into a slow kiss. Clark’s hand reached back to the back of Arthur’s neck. Slowly he inserted lube slicked finger’s into Clark’s entrance, pressing into it gently. Arthur felt Clark’s muscle clench instinctively at the intrusion. He lifted slightly off Arthur, and hovered midair. Slowly, he pulled Clark’s body more towards him, almost fully supporting him from behind.
“Relax Kal, I got you.”
Clark in response claimed another kiss from Arthur. Arthur felt him relax, he worked his finger in and out and around. As he relaxed, Arthur added another. Clark gave a soft whimper as he rode into his fingers, grinding his hips slowly, spreading his legs wider.
“God, you are so good…tight. It’s like a gift.” Arthur murmured into his ear.
“I’m ready.” Clark’s voice quivered, “God, I want... please...all...ngghh"
“Not really god,” came the amused reply. “But close enough."
Arthur gave him another gentle kiss on his shoulder. He shifted and lined up his slick cock into Clark’s lube slicked hole. He placed his palm on Clark’s lower back to hold him steady as he supported his upper body.
Arthur pushed forward, and bit out a curse when Clark immediately bore down on him. The heat and pressure that welcomed Arthur had him moaning with pleasure and he reveled in Clark’s body pulling him in. Arthur held him up with an arm across his chest, Clark dug his heels into the bed an arm curling into Arthur’s biceps and shoulder.
Arthur slowly pistoned halfway in and out, giving Clark a chance to adapt to his wide girth. Because although he was the strongest of them, he deserved all the gentleness he could give him. He had to admit it was damned difficult being gentle, Arthur just wanted to take his beautiful body and pound him fast and hard.
Bruce kneeled in front of Clark’s splayed legs. For the first time since this all started, he was uncertain—because it was Clark. Clark spread before him, a gorgeous wreck being fucked from behind. Clark... he made him bleed, he almost died by his hand. Suddenly he felt he didn’t have the right. Clark must’ve have sensed his hesitation, he looked into Bruce’s eyes. Bruce could lose himself into those unearthly depths.
“Its ok, Bruce,” he coaxed. His hand grabbed his fingers to tug him forward.
Bruce spread Clark’s legs further apart and crawled forward, hands along Clark’s side and kissed him with the fiercest kiss he can manage filled with desire and unspoken remorse. He swallowed Clark’s moans and gasps as Arthur fucked him from behind. Clark responded just as hungrily, lost in the intensity of everything around him. Bruce realized Clark wasn’t going to last very long. He detached himself from Clark’s delicious mouth and inserted slicked fingers into his ass pressing against his wall and against Arthur’s cock in slow circular motions.
Arthur almost lost his rhythm when he felt Bruce’s fingers, brush against his cock. Clark almost lost it when he felt himself stretched out, the walls of his ass extremely sensitive to the added stretch.
“Bruce please, just put it in,” Clark managed to grind out out along with a string of incoherent sounds.
Bruce pulled out his fingers quickly. He pulled Clark’s legs up, using his strong arms to support him. He slid his bent knees under Clark’s hips. Clark realizing what he was trying to do helped off load the pressure off Bruce by hovering above the bed. Arthur stilled his thrusts for a precious moment as Bruce worked his generously slicked cock into Clark’s hole.
“FUUUCKKK,” Arthur yelled it. Clark barely gasped it out in a breath.
Maybe because of both Bruce’s and Arthur’s large girths or perhaps because of Kryptonian muscle tone it was still a tight fit, even with the lube and the preparation. Bruce concentrating like he was disarming ten interconnected ticking bombs --- worked his cock into Clark’s tight hole. Gripping Clark’s thighs to brace himself he drove his cock in as smoothly as he could in a determined motion.
“Listen, Clark try to relax. Breath.” Bruce’s soothing voice hovered somewhere above him….
Clark shifted, his body almost arcing over Arthur. Clark’s arm was over his head, Arthur holding him down. While his other arm held Clark across his chest.
The slow burn of being filled with two more than average sized cocks was intense. They both felt hot and massive inside him. It was white hot arousal and it was pain yet it was pain bordered with ecstasy. Arthur slowly pulled out a bit, giving Bruce a chance to push himself in. After a couple of tentative thrusts between the both of them, they found a rhythm. A rhythm that lets Clark’s hips settle. Bruce and Arthur moved in sinuously in tandem fucking against each other as they fucked Clark. Arthur held him down tighter pinning his arm and chest down against his broad body, as they pistoned in and out of him. They saw that Clark was really taking it only as a Superman could, even though it was a very hazed out Superman. While Clark breathed in short desperate gusts, they began to increase their pace, thrusting harder, deeper into him. Clark whimpered and mewled against the their grunts and swearing. Obscene, filthy sounds of slick, bare skin slapped against each other, as they pounded into him.
Clark felt he was going to just explode, it felt like each of his individual nerve endings were being stroked raw by their cocks. Somehow he managed to keep his orgasm at bay. But oohhh…the heat that was pooling down deep in his groin, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Arthur and Bruce felt Clark clench beautifully around their cocks as he arched back into Arthur violently. Everything whited out for a split second then turned red as he shot his load, Clark snapped his head to the side instantly knowing what was happening--- his heat vision blazed out burning a hole into an instrument panel. Liquid geomatrix tentacles detached from the wall and quickly put out the fire.
Clark gasped loudly. Bruce exhaled. Arthur just held on to Clark holding back a chuckle. Nobody missed a beat even after that. Bruce grasped Clark’s cock stroking him into his orgasm. Clark felt a shudder inside him, then a flash of liquid heat. The hot cum that filled him made him push into Bruce’s hand as he spilled more cum. Arthur pulled out from beneath him and bonelessly fell into the space on his right. Bruce pounded into him hard and fast before he trembled and with a gasp flooded Clark with wet warmth. He fell on top of Clark’s chest panting and sweaty. Clark stroked his back slowly with his fingers, then he lifted his head and pressed a kiss on the side of Bruce’s mouth.
They kissed slowly, before Bruce lifted up his head, “That was interesting.”
“I’m so sorry. It was …uhhh I really have better control of my powers. I mean, now I know what to expect, so …” Clark could barely continue he was getting flustered.
Arthur flung a heavy arm on top both of them, he planted a brief kiss on Bruce then Clark. He laid back a wide smile on his face, “Don’t worry Kal- El. It was amazing. We should do it again!” He said a little too enthusiastically.
Bruce just sighed and rolled to the spot on Clark’s left side, too tired to even think of moving a finger at this point. “Clark don’t worry and yes we should definitely do it again,” he said gently.
Clark gave a sigh of relief. “So despite that you think this was successful you know in terms of improving team dynamics?” He asked with a straight face.
“Like I said we need …. more studies.” Bruce answered in a mock serious tone.
“A meta analyses!”
Bruce hmmped.
Arthur noticed. “Why, Mr. Wayne Sir. Did you think I just came out of a clam? I went to a university---“
“Marine Biology –Florida State University. First of your class till you dropped out in your third year. And that’s not really the right use of that term.”
Arthur arched an eyebrow. “You know. Of course you know.”
“Well, it is Florida State …”
“I’m sorry Mr. Princeton if it’s not good enough for you.”
Suddenly Clark hovered in between them, still naked, not bothering to cover himself,
“You could stay in bed and argue or ---“He floated away from them slowly, giving them an unobstructed view of his perfectly formed backside, “You could join me in the shower while Kelex cleans up in here. I just installed a steam shower with 12 jets….” His voice faded away.
Arthur got up in a second, a shit eating grin on his face, “See you, Bruce.”
Bruce groaned, he was really too old for this, “What the hell.” He got up to join them.
Author's Notes;
So I was hard at work on updating my WIP Hold Me Fast...
Oh well....now THIS and
THIS happened (NSFW fanart by @hejihe91 at Twitter– btw this is also a useful visual aid;))
According to Jason Momoa's bio, he apparently started with a degree in Marine Biology then he changed his major to wildlife biology. So I think this would also be a cool thing for Arthur to have.
I hope you guys enjoy this OT3! I certainly enjoyed writing them!!
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