Clark thought fingering Bruce could become his favorite pastime soon. Or maybe, it already has. Bruce had been impatient, wanting Clark to fuck him, already when Clark only had two fingers in him. But, Clark was afraid he would hurt Bruce.
Fingering Bruce was a pleasure of its own, so while Clark took his time before entering a third finger. Clark listened to Bruce’s breathing, his moans already becoming one of Clark’s favorite sound coming out of Bruce, also the rapid beat of his heartbeat. He timed the thrust of his fingers, giving pleasure and slowing down when Bruce needed to calm down, so he wouldn’t come too soon.
Bruce wanted to come with Clark inside him. Clark wanted that too, even though he was still unsure if that was wise.
He really didn’t want to hurt Bruce.
Bruce moaned even loader when the fourth finger joined the first three. Bruce was shaking, and he had assured Clark it was because he was in so much pleasure.Bruce demanded that Clark put in his cock soon, or I’ll put it in me myself, Clark.
But, even with four fingers in, Clark still wasn’t sure if his cock could fit. But God, how he wants.
“I’m not - haaa - one of your girls, Kent. I can - shit - handle your fucking cock,” Bruce suddenly said without prompting. Clark’s mind was already halfway in sexual haze, it didn’t seem fair how coherent Bruce still was while having his ass stuffed full with four fingers and lube, blush covering his face and chest, and body glistened with sweat and stray lube.
The thought of don’t hurt Bruce, don’t hurt Bruce, don’t hurt Bruce was probably the only reason why he was still so hesitant. But then, Bruce’s head turned back again, glancing at him with lust-filled eyes, and said, “Don’t you trust me?”
It was really unfair. So fucking unfair.
“I do,” Clark replied shakily. Bruce’s hips then thrust back, choked off moan escaped his throat as he fucked himself once on Clark’s fingers as if making a point. Maybe he was. Clark thought he was.
Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 3/?
Fingering Bruce was a pleasure of its own, so while Clark took his time before entering a third finger. Clark listened to Bruce’s breathing, his moans already becoming one of Clark’s favorite sound coming out of Bruce, also the rapid beat of his heartbeat. He timed the thrust of his fingers, giving pleasure and slowing down when Bruce needed to calm down, so he wouldn’t come too soon.
Bruce wanted to come with Clark inside him. Clark wanted that too, even though he was still unsure if that was wise.
He really didn’t want to hurt Bruce.
Bruce moaned even loader when the fourth finger joined the first three. Bruce was shaking, and he had assured Clark it was because he was in so much pleasure.Bruce demanded that Clark put in his cock soon, or I’ll put it in me myself, Clark.
But, even with four fingers in, Clark still wasn’t sure if his cock could fit. But God, how he wants.
“I’m not - haaa - one of your girls, Kent. I can - shit - handle your fucking cock,” Bruce suddenly said without prompting. Clark’s mind was already halfway in sexual haze, it didn’t seem fair how coherent Bruce still was while having his ass stuffed full with four fingers and lube, blush covering his face and chest, and body glistened with sweat and stray lube.
The thought of don’t hurt Bruce, don’t hurt Bruce, don’t hurt Bruce was probably the only reason why he was still so hesitant. But then, Bruce’s head turned back again, glancing at him with lust-filled eyes, and said,
“Don’t you trust me?”
It was really unfair. So fucking unfair.
“I do,” Clark replied shakily. Bruce’s hips then thrust back, choked off moan escaped his throat as he fucked himself once on Clark’s fingers as if making a point. Maybe he was. Clark thought he was.
“So fucking fuck me already.”
It really was very unfair.
“Okay.”