This is probably not what the OP had in mind, but here's my try --------------------------- Clark didn’t think he would ever get to see this, Bruce on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air. Clark couldn’t help but touch the broad back, full of old scars and slick with sweat and stray lube. Bruce shivered as Clark’s hand slowly ran through his spine, running back and forth slowly to his ass and his sides, feeling the crevices and bulges of muscle and scar tissue underneath his hand. He could feel the body trembling, the shivers running up from the point where skin met the palm of his hand and up to Clark’s head. The kind of trust Clark got from a man who was often attacked from behind his back -
Clark’s sight moved downward, where his other hand kept three of his fingers inside that beautiful ass, working it open slowly with a lot of lube. He’d found the special spot inside two fingers ago, and he’d done his best in both touching it and avoiding it. Clark was entranced by the sight of Bruce, trembling in both pleasure and pain as his ass was stuffed with Clark’s wide and clumsy fingers while his cock was hard, even after coming once. The ring of muscle was snug around his fingers, sucking him in as he stretched the opening. Even Bruce’s breathing was shaky, his heartbeat was running fast instead of the steady beat Clark was so used to hearing. And it was…
God, Bruce is beautiful.
Clark took the hand caressing Bruce’s away, reaching for the bottle of lube by his side. His hand already missed the sensation of Bruce’s skin, and Clark couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft, choked whine from Bruce’s throat when his hand left his back. His ass pushed back, pulling Clark’s fingers even deeper, and Clark’s mind translated it as more.
Clark could feel his cock was throbbing, as if he could get even harder than he already was. He ignored the need to touch his cock, to get that little bit of relief. Tonight, Bruce comes first.
Clark leaned down, kissing Bruce’s left cheek as his left hand reached back to Bruce’s hip, his thumb moving in a circle to soothe, even as his fingers kept on their ministration.
“I’m just getting more lube, B,” Clark whispered, before his left hand left its favorite perch to reach for the lube again.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Bruce growled out, impatient, even as his thigh trembled in his effort to keep his ass up. He lifted his head and glanced back to Clark, his copper brown eyes glaring in demand even as his face was red, sweat matting his hair and made his face shine.
Clark bit down the spot he had kissed as his left hand snapped the cap open with his thumb. There was a flinch and a cut-off moan from Bruce. Clark wished Bruce would let out his voice, but he also knew Bruce will, later. Clark stared at the teeth impression on Bruce’s left buttcheek, the light bruise he managed to leave. He wanted to leave many more.
But, there’s still work to do, he thought.
There was a miniscule flinch again when Clark poured more lube to the cleft of Bruce’s ass. He pulled his fingers out, took a second to admire the lube dripping from Bruce’s gaping, fluttering asshole and down to his thigh, before using those fingers to gather more lube and entered three fingers into Bruce again, still slow and careful. His other hand already put the bottle of lube to where he can easily reach again and returned to its perch on Bruce’s left hip.
“I’m putting in another finger, Bruce,” Clark said. He could hear Bruce’s shaky exhale.
“Shit - just fuck me already, Clark,” Bruce rasped in between gasping breath. Clark could hear the tremble in his voice, the excitement, the impatience.
“I need to make sure,” Clark whispered, even though he, too, longed to enter the stretched hole, wondering how it would feel around his cock. But, his cock was too big, too much, always too much.
Lois was the only one that would ever let him try, but even she could only handle less than a half of his cock, just a hint of movement, before she told him to fucking pull out. After Lois, before Bruce, there were others too. Men and women, as he worked over his heartbreak. But, no one dared to even try, cringing away from the sheer size and backed away from him. They’d rather have his mouth or ass, but not his cock. That was probably when he truly realized even physically, he was a freak. As if his ability and being an alien didn’t make him freaky enough.
When he and Bruce finally got together and progressed to bedroom activities, he had been afraid of showing the freak of nature that was his cock to Bruce, scared of the rejection, scared Bruce would change his mind, of losing the wonderful thing he had since Lois. Even as he stripped himself to nothing, he’d assured Bruce he was fine with whatever Bruce wanted to do, he didn’t have to let Clark fuck him, whatever he wanted.
Whatever Clark’s fears were evaporated when Bruce saw the entirety of Clark’s cock, already half hard and too big, and licked his lips instead of grimacing, like Clark used to see his partners did.
“I want that in my mouth,” Bruce had said decisively and Clark thought he had misheard. Until Bruce suddenly knelt down, bare chested and his pants were still on, looking up coyly through his eyelashes, and asked Clark the question that would set the pattern in their lovemaking.
“Yes?”
Clark wanted to ask if Bruce was sure, if he was just teasing and was actually thinking of having his cock in Clark’s mouth. But, the word that came out of his mouth in a breathy whisper was a simple “yes”.
Clark could only stare, still unsure if it was actually happening, as Bruce’s gaze was focused on his cock again, feeling himself just get harder as Bruce concentrated on it and licked his lips again once more. That tongue then licked around the head, the shaft, mouthing and kissing on top of the shaft, as if familiarizing his mouth with his cock, planning and strategizing the best way to have it in his mouth. Clark could only groan, hands gripping tight on each other behind him, unsure of what to do with those too big, too clumsy hands. But then, it didn’t seem to matter when Bruce giving his cock so much attention. His lips, his tongue, his hands on Clark’s hips -
Then Bruce opened his mouth as wide as he could and Clark could only stare, mind hazy with pleasure and the sense of dreaming, as the head of his cock disappeared into Bruce’s mouth. The warmth, the wetness, the feeling of Bruce’s tongue -
Clark groaned, and while Bruce couldn’t smirk, not when his mouth was stuffed with his cock, his eyes did. And God, how hot is that?
Clark was grateful. He was thankful. He wanted to worship Bruce, give him anything, everything, and he felt like he was too close to coming -
Then Bruce leaned forward, little by little, jaw and throat working to accommodate the sheer size of Clark’s cock until he could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of Bruce’s throat. Clark’s cock was barely halfway in, but God, it was already so fucking good. Bruce’s tongue on the underside of his cock, the wetness and warmth surrounding him, more than he ever felt -
“B-Br-huse - I-I’m about to cum-” Clark moaned, trying to lean back, pulling out from Bruce’s mouth. But, before Clark could really drag his cock out, Bruce’s lips followed his cock. His eyes were glaring at Clark, daring him to pull out. Bruce’s lips had tightened around his cock as well as the hand on his hips, and if Clark was anyone else, his cock would probably be bitten off by now and his hips would be very bruised.
Shaking, Clark stayed, trying his best to stand his ground and trying his best to keep himself from coming. There was something satisfactory in Bruce’s eyes before he concentrated on Clark’s cock again, leaning back just a bit then leaning forward sharply. With his mind too hazy, concentrating on not coming, it took Clark another forward movement for him to realize that Bruce was fucking his face on Clark’s cock, sucking as well as trying to get more of Clark’s cock into his throat.
“Oh God, B-Bruce - B - I’m -“ Clark stuttered out, gasping and moaning, afraid to move his hands or his hips but wanting to grip on something, anything, preferably Bruce’s head. But, he was also afraid he might lose control of his strength, of something, so he kept his hand behind him and his hips still, shaking and straining as he came.
Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 1/?
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Clark didn’t think he would ever get to see this, Bruce on his hands and knees, his ass up in the air. Clark couldn’t help but touch the broad back, full of old scars and slick with sweat and stray lube. Bruce shivered as Clark’s hand slowly ran through his spine, running back and forth slowly to his ass and his sides, feeling the crevices and bulges of muscle and scar tissue underneath his hand. He could feel the body trembling, the shivers running up from the point where skin met the palm of his hand and up to Clark’s head. The kind of trust Clark got from a man who was often attacked from behind his back -
Clark’s sight moved downward, where his other hand kept three of his fingers inside that beautiful ass, working it open slowly with a lot of lube. He’d found the special spot inside two fingers ago, and he’d done his best in both touching it and avoiding it. Clark was entranced by the sight of Bruce, trembling in both pleasure and pain as his ass was stuffed with Clark’s wide and clumsy fingers while his cock was hard, even after coming once. The ring of muscle was snug around his fingers, sucking him in as he stretched the opening. Even Bruce’s breathing was shaky, his heartbeat was running fast instead of the steady beat Clark was so used to hearing. And it was…
God, Bruce is beautiful.
Clark took the hand caressing Bruce’s away, reaching for the bottle of lube by his side. His hand already missed the sensation of Bruce’s skin, and Clark couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft, choked whine from Bruce’s throat when his hand left his back. His ass pushed back, pulling Clark’s fingers even deeper, and Clark’s mind translated it as more.
Clark could feel his cock was throbbing, as if he could get even harder than he already was. He ignored the need to touch his cock, to get that little bit of relief. Tonight, Bruce comes first.
Clark leaned down, kissing Bruce’s left cheek as his left hand reached back to Bruce’s hip, his thumb moving in a circle to soothe, even as his fingers kept on their ministration.
“I’m just getting more lube, B,” Clark whispered, before his left hand left its favorite perch to reach for the lube again.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Bruce growled out, impatient, even as his thigh trembled in his effort to keep his ass up. He lifted his head and glanced back to Clark, his copper brown eyes glaring in demand even as his face was red, sweat matting his hair and made his face shine.
Clark bit down the spot he had kissed as his left hand snapped the cap open with his thumb. There was a flinch and a cut-off moan from Bruce. Clark wished Bruce would let out his voice, but he also knew Bruce will, later. Clark stared at the teeth impression on Bruce’s left buttcheek, the light bruise he managed to leave. He wanted to leave many more.
But, there’s still work to do, he thought.
There was a miniscule flinch again when Clark poured more lube to the cleft of Bruce’s ass. He pulled his fingers out, took a second to admire the lube dripping from Bruce’s gaping, fluttering asshole and down to his thigh, before using those fingers to gather more lube and entered three fingers into Bruce again, still slow and careful. His other hand already put the bottle of lube to where he can easily reach again and returned to its perch on Bruce’s left hip.
“I’m putting in another finger, Bruce,” Clark said. He could hear Bruce’s shaky exhale.
“Shit - just fuck me already, Clark,” Bruce rasped in between gasping breath. Clark could hear the tremble in his voice, the excitement, the impatience.
“I need to make sure,” Clark whispered, even though he, too, longed to enter the stretched hole, wondering how it would feel around his cock. But, his cock was too big, too much, always too much.
Lois was the only one that would ever let him try, but even she could only handle less than a half of his cock, just a hint of movement, before she told him to fucking pull out. After Lois, before Bruce, there were others too. Men and women, as he worked over his heartbreak. But, no one dared to even try, cringing away from the sheer size and backed away from him. They’d rather have his mouth or ass, but not his cock. That was probably when he truly realized even physically, he was a freak. As if his ability and being an alien didn’t make him freaky enough.
When he and Bruce finally got together and progressed to bedroom activities, he had been afraid of showing the freak of nature that was his cock to Bruce, scared of the rejection, scared Bruce would change his mind, of losing the wonderful thing he had since Lois. Even as he stripped himself to nothing, he’d assured Bruce he was fine with whatever Bruce wanted to do, he didn’t have to let Clark fuck him, whatever he wanted.
Whatever Clark’s fears were evaporated when Bruce saw the entirety of Clark’s cock, already half hard and too big, and licked his lips instead of grimacing, like Clark used to see his partners did.
“I want that in my mouth,” Bruce had said decisively and Clark thought he had misheard. Until Bruce suddenly knelt down, bare chested and his pants were still on, looking up coyly through his eyelashes, and asked Clark the question that would set the pattern in their lovemaking.
“Yes?”
Clark wanted to ask if Bruce was sure, if he was just teasing and was actually thinking of having his cock in Clark’s mouth. But, the word that came out of his mouth in a breathy whisper was a simple “yes”.
Clark could only stare, still unsure if it was actually happening, as Bruce’s gaze was focused on his cock again, feeling himself just get harder as Bruce concentrated on it and licked his lips again once more. That tongue then licked around the head, the shaft, mouthing and kissing on top of the shaft, as if familiarizing his mouth with his cock, planning and strategizing the best way to have it in his mouth. Clark could only groan, hands gripping tight on each other behind him, unsure of what to do with those too big, too clumsy hands. But then, it didn’t seem to matter when Bruce giving his cock so much attention. His lips, his tongue, his hands on Clark’s hips -
Then Bruce opened his mouth as wide as he could and Clark could only stare, mind hazy with pleasure and the sense of dreaming, as the head of his cock disappeared into Bruce’s mouth. The warmth, the wetness, the feeling of Bruce’s tongue -
Clark groaned, and while Bruce couldn’t smirk, not when his mouth was stuffed with his cock, his eyes did.
And God, how hot is that?
Clark was grateful. He was thankful. He wanted to worship Bruce, give him anything, everything, and he felt like he was too close to coming -
Then Bruce leaned forward, little by little, jaw and throat working to accommodate the sheer size of Clark’s cock until he could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of Bruce’s throat. Clark’s cock was barely halfway in, but God, it was already so fucking good. Bruce’s tongue on the underside of his cock, the wetness and warmth surrounding him, more than he ever felt -
“B-Br-huse - I-I’m about to cum-” Clark moaned, trying to lean back, pulling out from Bruce’s mouth. But, before Clark could really drag his cock out, Bruce’s lips followed his cock. His eyes were glaring at Clark, daring him to pull out. Bruce’s lips had tightened around his cock as well as the hand on his hips, and if Clark was anyone else, his cock would probably be bitten off by now and his hips would be very bruised.
Shaking, Clark stayed, trying his best to stand his ground and trying his best to keep himself from coming. There was something satisfactory in Bruce’s eyes before he concentrated on Clark’s cock again, leaning back just a bit then leaning forward sharply. With his mind too hazy, concentrating on not coming, it took Clark another forward movement for him to realize that Bruce was fucking his face on Clark’s cock, sucking as well as trying to get more of Clark’s cock into his throat.
“Oh God, B-Bruce - B - I’m -“ Clark stuttered out, gasping and moaning, afraid to move his hands or his hips but wanting to grip on something, anything, preferably Bruce’s head. But, he was also afraid he might lose control of his strength, of something, so he kept his hand behind him and his hips still, shaking and straining as he came.