a/n:...Is it cum, or come? ---------------- Clark could hear how Bruce choked when he suddenly came, suddenly afraid if it had been too much, if he had hurt Bruce. But, Bruce still kept his cock in his mouth, not moving away, letting the burst of cum filling his mouth, dripping from his lips sloppily. Bruce’s face was red, eyes not entirely focused anymore, as he dragged his lips backwards until he finally released Clark’s cock, already half-hard again while feeling the drag of bruce’s lips mixing with the sensation of saliva and cum. And also, the sight of Bruce’s mouth overflowing with cum was enough to arouse him again.
Bruce seemed to know this, because he smirked even as his lips was still dripping with cum, then he leaned up and kissed Clark, mouth still full of Clark’s cum.
Clark couldn’t seem to focus beyond the thought that it was his cum inside Bruce’s mouth, his cum that Bruce poured back into Clark’s mouth through the kiss, and Clark could only swallow and licked the taste off Bruce’s tongue, Clark’s cum now staining both of their lips and chin. Clark followed Bruce and fell to his knees, lips still locked together and tongues tasting each other.
When Bruce’s lips parted from his, Clark was too dazed to even close his mouth again, lips and tongue tasting heavily of his own cum. Bruce was licking his lips again, swiping his tongue through the mess on his lips, and smirked.
God, so much smirking.
Clark was hard again. Bruce glanced down, eyebrows raised but already smirking again. His hand reached out to the standing cock, the touch fleeting and Clark’s sock was already twitching in anticipation of being touched.
“How fast is your refractory period?” Bruce had asked, curious and still scratchy from having a too big cock inside his throat.
“Fast, but not usually this fast,” Clark confessed, still dazed by the feeling being stimulated on his cock, hands flopping around stupidly even when all he wanted was to touch back. “Are- Are you okay?”
Bruce smiled, his hand caressing Clark’s jaw, and how is Bruce so beautiful? Clark leaned into the hand, his own hands trying find a grip but instead just uselessly slipping around whichever part of Bruce’s skin he could reach, chest, side, arms, and even back. He couldn’t keep still, he wanted to get closer, closer.
“Let me suck you too,” Clark asked, head leaning down as his hands trailed from Bruce’s sides to his hips. Unlike Clark, Bruce’s elegant, competent hands went to Clark’s jaw, fingers trailing up to his hair, the touch was enough to electrify his desires. His grip on Clark’s hair was gentle, but firm, while Clark felt like he could barely have a grip on Bruce’s pants, already unfastened, but not yet off why.
After Clark pulled the pants down, he stared at the wet patch on the front of Bruce’s black briefs. Of course Bruce would wear black, he thought dazedly. His next thought was I want to taste it. So, he did. He leaned forward, mouthing on the bulge that seemed half-hard (why half hard? Didn’t Bruce enjoy it? Did he get soft?) under the briefs, under his lips. Until he tasted cum on his tongue, not Clark’s, so -
“Did you come?” Clark asked, in awe, looking up to Bruce who blushed so prettily. “Did you come, when you sucked me off?”
Bruce didn’t say anything, but there was just the barest of a nod, something like embarrassment passed through on his face. There was something that felt like awe running through Clark, something like worship, like love. Something special he didn’t know the name of. So, he kissed Bruce, pushed him gently until he was on his back, before Clark put his mouth back to Bruce’s beautiful, gorgeous cock. Clark’s hands roamed Bruce’s hips, gripping around the cheeks of his rump, kneading and massaging in accordance to Bruce’s delicious moans. There was a fleeting thought, wondering how it would feel to have his cock inside Bruce’s ass, but he shouldn’t be greedy. That Bruce didn’t cringe away from the size of his cock was already a blessing he didn’t expect. Just having Bruce’s mouth on his was enough. The memory of it was already more than enough to make him hard.
That was their first night together, which ended when Bruce came again in Clark’s mouth with two of Clark’s fingers in his ass, while Clark also came on Bruce’s hand after. Clark could still go for another round, something that Bruce had pouted about, but Clark already felt satisfied enough and would rather cuddle up with Bruce. He didn’t want to continue if Bruce was too tired for it.
Waking up beside Bruce with his arms around Clark was the only thing that could be better than their night together.
At first, Clark thought it was a one-time thing. Maybe Bruce just wanted to see if he could suck Clark off, see if he could fit the entirety of Clark’s too big cock in his mouth. Bruce had complained about a sore jaw in the morning, and Clark also knew his throat also didn’t come out unscathed. He was grateful that Bruce would even try, no one had even done that before, even Lois had her reservation. Bruce’s mouth could barely fit, then why would Bruce even think of taking Clark’s cock in his ass?
As it turns out, he did think of it.
Enthusiastically.
“I want that in my ass,” Bruce had said (demanded? It was said with such surety, as if there was nothing else he’d like to do more, he wanted more, licking his lips like when he asked for Clark’s cock in his mouth) earlier tonight, 2 value-sized bottles of lube ready by the bedside table, along with condoms that was in Clark’s unusual size. Clark had no idea at first what it meant, thinking that maybe it was just Bruce being over-prepared. Bruce was big, but Clark knew that he could take him. Instead, Bruce had poured the lube over Clark’s hand and guided it towards his entrance, making his intention clear.
“A-are you sure, Bruce?” Clark had asked. “I’m too big, it won’t fit. I don’t-I don’t want to hurt you.”
There wasn’t a trace of doubt in Bruce’s eyes, only desire and want as he flicked another glance to Clark’s cock, already swelling in attention. Bruce’s eyes met Clark again, a smile on his lips.
“Anything’s possible with enough lube and preparation, Clark.”
Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 2/?
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Clark could hear how Bruce choked when he suddenly came, suddenly afraid if it had been too much, if he had hurt Bruce. But, Bruce still kept his cock in his mouth, not moving away, letting the burst of cum filling his mouth, dripping from his lips sloppily. Bruce’s face was red, eyes not entirely focused anymore, as he dragged his lips backwards until he finally released Clark’s cock, already half-hard again while feeling the drag of bruce’s lips mixing with the sensation of saliva and cum. And also, the sight of Bruce’s mouth overflowing with cum was enough to arouse him again.
Bruce seemed to know this, because he smirked even as his lips was still dripping with cum, then he leaned up and kissed Clark, mouth still full of Clark’s cum.
Clark couldn’t seem to focus beyond the thought that it was his cum inside Bruce’s mouth, his cum that Bruce poured back into Clark’s mouth through the kiss, and Clark could only swallow and licked the taste off Bruce’s tongue, Clark’s cum now staining both of their lips and chin. Clark followed Bruce and fell to his knees, lips still locked together and tongues tasting each other.
When Bruce’s lips parted from his, Clark was too dazed to even close his mouth again, lips and tongue tasting heavily of his own cum. Bruce was licking his lips again, swiping his tongue through the mess on his lips, and smirked.
God, so much smirking.
Clark was hard again. Bruce glanced down, eyebrows raised but already smirking again. His hand reached out to the standing cock, the touch fleeting and Clark’s sock was already twitching in anticipation of being touched.
“How fast is your refractory period?” Bruce had asked, curious and still scratchy from having a too big cock inside his throat.
“Fast, but not usually this fast,” Clark confessed, still dazed by the feeling being stimulated on his cock, hands flopping around stupidly even when all he wanted was to touch back. “Are- Are you okay?”
Bruce smiled, his hand caressing Clark’s jaw, and how is Bruce so beautiful? Clark leaned into the hand, his own hands trying find a grip but instead just uselessly slipping around whichever part of Bruce’s skin he could reach, chest, side, arms, and even back. He couldn’t keep still, he wanted to get closer, closer.
“Let me suck you too,” Clark asked, head leaning down as his hands trailed from Bruce’s sides to his hips. Unlike Clark, Bruce’s elegant, competent hands went to Clark’s jaw, fingers trailing up to his hair, the touch was enough to electrify his desires. His grip on Clark’s hair was gentle, but firm, while Clark felt like he could barely have a grip on Bruce’s pants, already unfastened, but not yet off why.
After Clark pulled the pants down, he stared at the wet patch on the front of Bruce’s black briefs. Of course Bruce would wear black, he thought dazedly. His next thought was I want to taste it. So, he did. He leaned forward, mouthing on the bulge that seemed half-hard (why half hard? Didn’t Bruce enjoy it? Did he get soft?) under the briefs, under his lips. Until he tasted cum on his tongue, not Clark’s, so -
“Did you come?” Clark asked, in awe, looking up to Bruce who blushed so prettily. “Did you come, when you sucked me off?”
Bruce didn’t say anything, but there was just the barest of a nod, something like embarrassment passed through on his face. There was something that felt like awe running through Clark, something like worship, like love. Something special he didn’t know the name of. So, he kissed Bruce, pushed him gently until he was on his back, before Clark put his mouth back to Bruce’s beautiful, gorgeous cock. Clark’s hands roamed Bruce’s hips, gripping around the cheeks of his rump, kneading and massaging in accordance to Bruce’s delicious moans. There was a fleeting thought, wondering how it would feel to have his cock inside Bruce’s ass, but he shouldn’t be greedy. That Bruce didn’t cringe away from the size of his cock was already a blessing he didn’t expect. Just having Bruce’s mouth on his was enough. The memory of it was already more than enough to make him hard.
That was their first night together, which ended when Bruce came again in Clark’s mouth with two of Clark’s fingers in his ass, while Clark also came on Bruce’s hand after. Clark could still go for another round, something that Bruce had pouted about, but Clark already felt satisfied enough and would rather cuddle up with Bruce. He didn’t want to continue if Bruce was too tired for it.
Waking up beside Bruce with his arms around Clark was the only thing that could be better than their night together.
At first, Clark thought it was a one-time thing. Maybe Bruce just wanted to see if he could suck Clark off, see if he could fit the entirety of Clark’s too big cock in his mouth. Bruce had complained about a sore jaw in the morning, and Clark also knew his throat also didn’t come out unscathed. He was grateful that Bruce would even try, no one had even done that before, even Lois had her reservation. Bruce’s mouth could barely fit, then why would Bruce even think of taking Clark’s cock in his ass?
As it turns out, he did think of it.
Enthusiastically.
“I want that in my ass,” Bruce had said (demanded? It was said with such surety, as if there was nothing else he’d like to do more, he wanted more, licking his lips like when he asked for Clark’s cock in his mouth) earlier tonight, 2 value-sized bottles of lube ready by the bedside table, along with condoms that was in Clark’s unusual size. Clark had no idea at first what it meant, thinking that maybe it was just Bruce being over-prepared. Bruce was big, but Clark knew that he could take him. Instead, Bruce had poured the lube over Clark’s hand and guided it towards his entrance, making his intention clear.
“A-are you sure, Bruce?” Clark had asked. “I’m too big, it won’t fit. I don’t-I don’t want to hurt you.”
There wasn’t a trace of doubt in Bruce’s eyes, only desire and want as he flicked another glance to Clark’s cock, already swelling in attention. Bruce’s eyes met Clark again, a smile on his lips.
“Anything’s possible with enough lube and preparation, Clark.”