Fic: Making it Last | DCU | Clark/Bruce | NC-17 | 1/1
Title: Making it Last
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,050
Prompt: For the Porn Battle - Clark/Bruce, boy-scout, prepared
Summary: With a weekend off and plenty of time, Bruce plans to make the most of their time.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Warning: Rimming, slow preparation for sex, potentiality for a "Where's the rest!?" reaction. :p
Author's Notes: This is possibly one of the porniest things I've ever written. Well, the most sensually graphic, anyway. ^_~
Making it Last
It had taken a lot of work to get this evening to run smoothly, as a prelude to a longer weekend alone together. Trying to stay ahead of the game, Bruce had cleared both himself and Clark from active duty, patrol, and work for the weekend, had made sure the Manor was empty until at least Monday, and had disconnected everything but their emergency comms, which he'd locked away in a drawer in a closet so he wouldn't be tempted to check them every hour. He'd given Alfred the next week off in return for a few meals prepared in advance, and had set up everything they might need, most notably in the bedroom. It had been a challenge, but not one that he couldn't handle.
What surprised Bruce, though, was that his preparation was actually paying off. Well, at least the things he couldn't control were cooperating for the time being, which was a relief. No major disasters, no crises, no escapes from Arkham, no illness or injury to contend with. It felt like a godsend. If he believed in that sort of thing. Maybe it was just luck.
Whichever, all that mattered now was the naked man spread over his bed, pliant beneath his hands. He and Clark hadn't had time to be together in more than two months, with the insanity that had been their lives, and all that time spent apart made the feel of smooth, hot skin over naturally toned muscle all the sweeter. They'd already taken their time getting here, slow hours in which they'd worked up to getting to the bedroom, kissing and caressing and sucking and occasionally biting gently, and Bruce wanted this to last as long as possible. Wanted every moment to be spent loving his Kryptonian in the way he deserved.
And what Clark deserved was to be taken care of, given every bit of pleasure he could stand.
Not that Clark necessarily needed to be worked open to avoid injury, but Bruce had it within his power to make it feel so good, wanted and needed to make it feel so good.
Moving down his lover's body with a smirk of promise of things to come, Bruce kneaded tightly corded muscles, kissed a trail down Clark's abdomen, paused to lick the tip of his erection, tongue darting out for only a moment before moving on.
Clark let out a quiet whine of impatience beneath him, hands twining in Bruce's hair and his leg wrapping around the Bat's shoulder to try to keep him in place. But Bruce soothed him with a murmur, planting a light kiss on the inside of a thigh before gripping both legs and pushing them up, spreading Clark open beneath him.
At the gorgeous sight that met him, he couldn't help an appreciative sound, letting the low rumble travel through another quick kiss to the back of a thigh, then sat back on his heels, bending forward to bring himself closer to his target.
The first flick of his tongue at Clark's entrance brought a shivering whimper in return. Such a beautiful sound, that went straight to his cock. The second stroke was longer and slower, circling, tasting the mild muskiness and salt of the soft skin as he breathed in the heady scent of it with the light aroma of Clark's shower gel. He was meticulously clean, but still all Clark, sunshine and earth, even here.
Smiling at the thought and the way his body reacted so naturally to his lover's taste and scent, he pressed his tongue more firmly against the tight pucker, hands gripping firm cheeks to spread him even wider as Clark held his own legs on either side of his chest, whimpering with the sensation.
Damn, he wanted to move faster, but this was simply too good to rush. Another press of his tongue, and he breached his lover, tasting salt and sweat and skin, and Clark breathed his name in a broken gasp. Bruce hummed in response, pressing further, opening Clark so slowly around his tongue.
Taking a hand off of his lover, he found the small bottle beside them, flicked it open to coat his fingers with the edible, unflavored lube, then recapped it and discarded it again. Still licking Clark open, he brought his slicked index finger up to insert it alongside his tongue.
Another gasp and a shudder, and Clark's fingers tightened in his hair.
Bruce smiled against the wet skin as he pushed his finger in further, twisting and stretching. Darting his tongue in deeper as well, he curled it around the rim of tight muscle, running it around the edge as it slowly relaxed, his lips working and tasting, sucking lightly where he could.
Adding a second finger to the mix, he was rewarded with a strangled sob of pleasure, strong hands pulling his hair hard, and the pull sent a shock straight down his spine to curl low in his belly. Practically growling at the heat coursing through him, he twisted his fingers, scissored and stretched, fucking them in past the second knuckle, tongue working all the while.
A third finger, and Clark practically came up off the bed, hips bucking against Bruce's hand and face. The Bat pulled back just slightly, moving his free hand to his lover's hip and pressing down with a breathy hiss of, “Patience,” not that he had much left, himself.
When Clark stilled for the most part, Bruce went back to his ministrations, laving his entrance and tasting him deeply as he impaled him as far as he could on those three fingers. More scissoring and stretching, widening him, readying him, tasting and sucking, licking deep, and finally Bruce couldn't take another moment of the pleasurable torture he was putting them both through, the need to be inside his lover burning low in his gut.
Pulling his fingers free, he licked a stripe from Clark's ass, over his balls, and up his shaft as he lifted himself and moved closer. He lubed up his cock as his Kryptonian shivered at the sudden emptiness, then leaned over Clark, pulling his strong legs up further and planting his hands firmly on either side, and pushed himself into his lover in one long, deep stroke, with almost no resistance.
Beneath him, Clark cried out wordlessly, keening in his pleasure.
It was infinitely worth the long preparation.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Clark/Bruce
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,050
Prompt: For the Porn Battle - Clark/Bruce, boy-scout, prepared
Summary: With a weekend off and plenty of time, Bruce plans to make the most of their time.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Warning: Rimming, slow preparation for sex, potentiality for a "Where's the rest!?" reaction. :p
Author's Notes: This is possibly one of the porniest things I've ever written. Well, the most sensually graphic, anyway. ^_~
Making it Last
It had taken a lot of work to get this evening to run smoothly, as a prelude to a longer weekend alone together. Trying to stay ahead of the game, Bruce had cleared both himself and Clark from active duty, patrol, and work for the weekend, had made sure the Manor was empty until at least Monday, and had disconnected everything but their emergency comms, which he'd locked away in a drawer in a closet so he wouldn't be tempted to check them every hour. He'd given Alfred the next week off in return for a few meals prepared in advance, and had set up everything they might need, most notably in the bedroom. It had been a challenge, but not one that he couldn't handle.
What surprised Bruce, though, was that his preparation was actually paying off. Well, at least the things he couldn't control were cooperating for the time being, which was a relief. No major disasters, no crises, no escapes from Arkham, no illness or injury to contend with. It felt like a godsend. If he believed in that sort of thing. Maybe it was just luck.
Whichever, all that mattered now was the naked man spread over his bed, pliant beneath his hands. He and Clark hadn't had time to be together in more than two months, with the insanity that had been their lives, and all that time spent apart made the feel of smooth, hot skin over naturally toned muscle all the sweeter. They'd already taken their time getting here, slow hours in which they'd worked up to getting to the bedroom, kissing and caressing and sucking and occasionally biting gently, and Bruce wanted this to last as long as possible. Wanted every moment to be spent loving his Kryptonian in the way he deserved.
And what Clark deserved was to be taken care of, given every bit of pleasure he could stand.
Not that Clark necessarily needed to be worked open to avoid injury, but Bruce had it within his power to make it feel so good, wanted and needed to make it feel so good.
Moving down his lover's body with a smirk of promise of things to come, Bruce kneaded tightly corded muscles, kissed a trail down Clark's abdomen, paused to lick the tip of his erection, tongue darting out for only a moment before moving on.
Clark let out a quiet whine of impatience beneath him, hands twining in Bruce's hair and his leg wrapping around the Bat's shoulder to try to keep him in place. But Bruce soothed him with a murmur, planting a light kiss on the inside of a thigh before gripping both legs and pushing them up, spreading Clark open beneath him.
At the gorgeous sight that met him, he couldn't help an appreciative sound, letting the low rumble travel through another quick kiss to the back of a thigh, then sat back on his heels, bending forward to bring himself closer to his target.
The first flick of his tongue at Clark's entrance brought a shivering whimper in return. Such a beautiful sound, that went straight to his cock. The second stroke was longer and slower, circling, tasting the mild muskiness and salt of the soft skin as he breathed in the heady scent of it with the light aroma of Clark's shower gel. He was meticulously clean, but still all Clark, sunshine and earth, even here.
Smiling at the thought and the way his body reacted so naturally to his lover's taste and scent, he pressed his tongue more firmly against the tight pucker, hands gripping firm cheeks to spread him even wider as Clark held his own legs on either side of his chest, whimpering with the sensation.
Damn, he wanted to move faster, but this was simply too good to rush. Another press of his tongue, and he breached his lover, tasting salt and sweat and skin, and Clark breathed his name in a broken gasp. Bruce hummed in response, pressing further, opening Clark so slowly around his tongue.
Taking a hand off of his lover, he found the small bottle beside them, flicked it open to coat his fingers with the edible, unflavored lube, then recapped it and discarded it again. Still licking Clark open, he brought his slicked index finger up to insert it alongside his tongue.
Another gasp and a shudder, and Clark's fingers tightened in his hair.
Bruce smiled against the wet skin as he pushed his finger in further, twisting and stretching. Darting his tongue in deeper as well, he curled it around the rim of tight muscle, running it around the edge as it slowly relaxed, his lips working and tasting, sucking lightly where he could.
Adding a second finger to the mix, he was rewarded with a strangled sob of pleasure, strong hands pulling his hair hard, and the pull sent a shock straight down his spine to curl low in his belly. Practically growling at the heat coursing through him, he twisted his fingers, scissored and stretched, fucking them in past the second knuckle, tongue working all the while.
A third finger, and Clark practically came up off the bed, hips bucking against Bruce's hand and face. The Bat pulled back just slightly, moving his free hand to his lover's hip and pressing down with a breathy hiss of, “Patience,” not that he had much left, himself.
When Clark stilled for the most part, Bruce went back to his ministrations, laving his entrance and tasting him deeply as he impaled him as far as he could on those three fingers. More scissoring and stretching, widening him, readying him, tasting and sucking, licking deep, and finally Bruce couldn't take another moment of the pleasurable torture he was putting them both through, the need to be inside his lover burning low in his gut.
Pulling his fingers free, he licked a stripe from Clark's ass, over his balls, and up his shaft as he lifted himself and moved closer. He lubed up his cock as his Kryptonian shivered at the sudden emptiness, then leaned over Clark, pulling his strong legs up further and planting his hands firmly on either side, and pushed himself into his lover in one long, deep stroke, with almost no resistance.
Beneath him, Clark cried out wordlessly, keening in his pleasure.
It was infinitely worth the long preparation.
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