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DCEU Prompt Post #1

Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!

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Bruce went willingly enough, so much Clark was surprised at how easy it was, not just drawing Bruce from his work, but getting him laid out on his bed with Clark propped up on one hand over him.

The fine wool of Bruce's vest scratched against Clark's fingertips while he unbuttoned it slowly, contemplatively, and then did the same for his shirt.

Every thing Bruce had ever loved or desired was a weak point to be exploited by his enemies. They weren't always so different. Clark had been so worried about what Bruce wanted out of him that he hadn't paid any attention to what Bruce had given him. Every question he'd asked was a point of interest: Clark's control over his strength, his breathing and invulnerability, his senses.

"We don't need to wait for a vote to know what to do in bed."

Clark's smile curved against his shoulder. "I'm gathering intelligence," he said, but he pushed his hands under the vest and dress shirt together to let Bruce shrug them off, then smoothed them down over his stomach to get Bruce's thin white undershirt over his head and settle against him.

Something else Bruce had given him: all that skin. Acres' worth, when you could get as much out of it as Clark did. If he closed his eyes and concentrated he could feel the slight change in the tissue on all but the oldest of Bruce's scars, the musculature that spoke of the hours and years he'd worked to mold his body to the peak of human capabilities. Stories Bruce would never bother to tell. The heat and pressure starting to pool against the front of Clark's khakis were the only signs of his impatience. Fascinating, he'd called Clark. He had no idea.

"Hear the blood rushing through someone's veins," Clark said, lips barely brushing the perpetual five o'clock shadow on Bruce's jaw, a prickle that never stung. "That's a very specific phrase."

Bruce breathed evenly through his nose, mouth sealed tight to keep quiet. His bare stomach tensed under Clark. There was nothing Bruce needed to hide and very little he could. He'd been transparent about pretending to, all of that careful reserve bent to get him exactly what he wanted with as little risk as possible. It was the only way Bruce knew how to get something he cared about. When Clark could see it all as a plan unfolding it was more like he was being led in a dance than manipulated. Step after step Bruce moved and left an opening for him to move into. Clark rolled his hips down and their pants skid-jumped together in a slow drag of friction, enough to make his eyelashes flutter. He was aroused in the truest sense, every nerve alive and keenly aware as the understanding of exactly where Bruce had led him began to crystallize.

"You wanted to know," he said against Bruce's collarbone, "if you would be able to hurt me if you were gentle. So it was somewhere you wouldn't use much force if you could. Somewhere I couldn't use much force, or you wouldn't care about my control over my strength, or how well I can monitor your vital signs. Am I asking the right questions yet?"

"I'll let you know when I hear one." Bruce swallowed hard. It would've been audible to someone without Clark's hearing.

"Does it disappoint you," Clark said to the soft skin under Bruce's ear, "that I don't need to breathe?"

"Does it matter?"

"So it is both," Clark said patiently. "All right. Blood or air, which way's safer?" Bruce started to tremble, but there was something odd about it, and Clark scraped his Adam's apple with his teeth hard enough to make Bruce hiss and arch. Somewhere under there Bruce was laughing at him. "Well, excuse me if I'm not up on the minutia of chokeholds. Not everyone can be a ninja.

"Let's try this another way," Clark said with his lips over the throb of Bruce's pulse. "What are the risks? Tell me what happens when something goes wrong." He idly covered Bruce's throat in lush kisses, enjoying the strain in Bruce's voice when he finally started to talk.

"They both cause unconsciousness and a," Bruce's voice stuttered at Clark sliding his hand down over the front of his slacks, "a risk of cardiac arrest. Constricting bloodflow causes hypoxia in seconds. Going for the airway's—"

Bruce's hand bumped Clark's, and Clark caught his wrist, nothing Bruce couldn't push through. "I would rather you didn't do that." He did appreciate it though. To act instead of talk, that was Bruce. "Going for the airway is. . ."

"Harder," Bruce said, though whether it was an answer or a plea Clark couldn't tell. "Suffocation takes more time and pressure. It's more painful, easier to damage cartilage or fracture the hyoid."

"Ah. Definitely slow." Clark clamped his hand on Bruce's throat like a vice. Not much pressure, but unforgiving. "Now you can take them off." It was as easy as breathing for Clark to lift up and push back against gravity, moving through it, to take his weight off of Bruce so he could shuck his slacks and boxers together. He waited until Bruce had kicked them off to give a gentle squeeze. "Just take them off," he warned. Bruce's hand flew to grab Clark's wrist, but the grip eased as soon as it formed, and Bruce only stroked his thumb over the soft underside of Clark's wrist.

When Clark had let his weight rest on Bruce's thighs to straddle him and finally got a hand wrapped around his cock. Bruce sighed and sank limply into the pillow with a deep groan that vibrated through Clark's hand. A finger could have crushed his larynx and he was utterly relaxed, the way he should always be when they were together like this. His heartbeat was a slow and steady push-pull in the cage of Clark's palm.

"God, you're beautiful."

Bruce inhaled sharply, and before he could disagree Clark poured more weight into his hand, reveling in the bedrock certainty of it. "You don't want to argue right now." He was magnanimous giving Bruce what he wanted, cutting off his breath with a faint whisper of air--powerful in a way he never could be otherwise. No matter how strong a man is, there will always be something stronger: you can force surrender, you can't force someone to want to. This was exactly where Bruce had led him.

The room was nearly silent except Clark's own breathing and the crumpling of the sheets. Bruce could make noise a little, involuntary gurgling as his face started to redden and his hips started to move more insistently, fucking himself against Clark's hand. Eventually Bruce's fingers tapped jerkily on Clark's wrist, lines of real distress creasing his face.

"I know," Clark said, "almost."

He let Bruce's hips rock in two more yearning contractions before he opened his hand enough to let him take in full sucking breaths, and Clark held his own and listened so the only sounds in his world were the bass drum of a heartbeat and that gorgeous desperate gasping. He spent so much trying to be someone who didn't want that kind of power, and Bruce's surrender would never be an always, but it was there--more than before and more to unfold, a future. Clark pressed their foreheads together and whispered, "God, Bruce," against his dry, tacky lips, choked with his own shame at having so little faith while Bruce panted in hot, damp huffs as he came all over his stomach, shot all over Clark's clothes they were pressed so close.

He eased up from Bruce's throat to cup his cheek, holding him so he could kiss him the way he deserved to be, gratitude and apology together.

Yay, you updated! :D I'm so excited to see a new part for this. This is just so, so beautifully written, the whole atmosphere is gorgeous, those detailed descriptions of Bruce's skin, his scars. And I love how Clark has finally figured out why Bruce asks all these questions - I love that this is why Bruce has asked them in the first place.

And, unf, Clark kissing Bruce's throat is so, so hot. Bruce slowly losing control because he's so turned on while still explaining things, perfect. Seriously, all those lush descriptions of how they're touching each other are stunning.

A finger could have crushed his larynx and he was utterly relaxed, the way he should always be when they were together like this. His heartbeat was a slow and steady push-pull in the cage of Clark's palm.
The trust, anon, the trust. I'm having such feels here.

"I know," Clark said, "almost."
Fuck, this is so hot, Clark making him wait just a little longer for it. And the focus on Bruce's heartbeat and his gasping, god, yes. And then that kiss at the end. <33333333333 This is just beautiful, thank you so much for writing and sharing this.

Yay, I'm glad you're liking it. I had not expected the wait between parts to be so long, it's a little disheartening, so I really appreciate how enthusiastic you've been, thank you <3.

Oh, anon, I owe you so much more for this than just a heartfelt +1 to the anon above me, but they are so right about everything! The writing here is so absorbing - I love how utterly focused they are on each other, how much shows in every single way they choose to touch each other, the ACRES of implicit trust (is trust a kink? Because HNG) and how much Clark realizes it means to him at the end.

Basically I am SO SLAIN BY THIS MAGNIFICENCE. Thank you so much for sharing this fill, it's amazing.

Trust is absolutely a kink, and it is a huge one of mine, so I'm really happy that's come through! Thank you so much!

Fucking hell this is hot.

Thank you!

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