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DCEU Prompt Post #1
Welcome to Round One of the DCEU Kink Meme!
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Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 2/?
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 12:28 am (UTC)(link)----------------
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 3/?
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 12:29 am (UTC)(link)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.”
Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 4/4
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 12:35 am (UTC)(link)“Clark,” Bruce growled out, which snapped Clark out of his haze on the sight of Bruce’s hole.
“Yeah-yeah, I’m, I’m going in,” Clark said breathily, one hand gripping Bruce’s hip, steadying either himself or Bruce, while another hand was guiding his cock towards Bruce’s entrance. When the tip of his cock finally touched Bruce’s hole, Bruce moaned, perhaps in anticipation. Clark didn’t want to disappoint, so he pushed his cock, stretching Bruce’s hole even wider until the head was in.
Bruce’s moan got louder.
“More, Clark.”
Even if it was just the tip, Clark could already feel the tightness, the feeling of Bruce’s inner muscles moving, as if unsure what to do with the intrusion. Clark pushed further, gently, slowly, feeling Bruce’s muscles tensing and relaxing, already feeling heady at the thought he was inside Bruce.
Halfway in, Bruce’s hand and knees were trembling, shaking like a leaf. Clark stopped, letting Bruce to get used to the feeling. He needed the time to get used to the feeling too, of having his cock inside such a tight channel, even though he also wanted to thrust in even deeper, get everything of him inside Bruce and never leave again.
(Don’t hurt him, don’t hurt Bruce, be careful, don’t break him)
“Mo-haa-more.”
Clark swallowed, wondering if it was still possible to enter further. But, he trusted Bruce. So, moved, pushing further in, slowly, slowly -
Bruce gasped and moaned, Body trembling in either pain or pleasure, at one point he even sobbed, which -
“Oh God, Bruce, did I hurt you? I’ll pull out -”
“You fucking pull out from me right now I’ll fucking shove a kryptonite up your fucking ass, Kent.”
It shouldn’t be terrifying, the sight of Bruce glaring at him through tears and lust-blown eyes, face red and shining with sweat. It still did terrify him. And also aroused him more. From Bruce’s gasp, he could probably feel it.
“Shit, did you just -”
“Sorry, I -”
“Shit, fuck, shut up,- fuck, - more, Clark -”
Clark’s hand was trembling on Bruce’s hip, or was it trembling because Bruce was trembling? No matter. Bruce wanted more, so Clark pushed in deeper again, with the same slowness, with the same restraint, adding more lube when Clark felt he needed more. Bruce gasped and moaned and sighed, both in pain and in pleasure, while Clark thought he could barely even breathe.
Then, eventually, Clark’s hips was flushed with Bruce’s plump ass and the entire shaft of his cock was inside Bruce’s hole and -
Clark leaned his head on Bruce’s back, both trembling and overwhelmed. Clark wondered if he should move, if he shouldn’t, if there was something he should do. The warmth, the tightness around his cock was almost too much, not enough, he wanted to move -
“Clark, move,” Bruce’s breathed out, voice shaky but still sounded so sure. While Clark couldn’t even word.
He understood though that Bruce wanted him to move.
So he did.
He leaned back a little, just halfway, before he thrusted in again. The squelching sound of lube and the slapping sound on when his hips met Bruce’s ass made him realize that he was fucking Bruce.
He never fucked, really fucked, anyone before.
Clark did it again.
And again.
And again.
Bruce gasped and moaned and cried, especially when Clark’s cock brushed over that spot in Bruce. Tears were running down his face, a litany of Clark’s name was gasped over and over and over again.
Bruce’s name was the only vocabulary Clark had in him too.
Bruce came with a scream, coming hard and Bruce’s ass tightened, leading to Clark’s own release. Bruce moaned at the feel of Clark coming inside him. Clark breathed against Bruce’s back, feeling overwhelmed and he didn’t want to let go of Bruce. He wanted to stay inside Bruce, never letting go.
But, Bruce would probably yell at him if he didn’t pull out soon.
Clark checked on Bruce, who was limp in his arms. His heartbeat has settled, slow and calm like -
“Bruce?” Clark asked, but Bruce couldn’t hear him. He already passed out, eyes closed and tears on his cheeks. Clark took a second to worry, wondering if it had been too much, but Bruce’s vitals only read like he was sleeping. Clark took a breath and slowly pulled out, holding the base of the condom so it wouldn’t get stuck. He also took note of Bruce’s hole, hoping there wasn’t any tear. There wasn't, but Bruce would be pretty sore when he woke up, anyway. Clark should massage him tomorrow.
Clark was just checking to make sure Bruce was really alright, but when he saw how Bruce’s hole was gaping wide, Clark took another second to stare, to marvel how amazing it was, how amazing Bruce was.
He had an urge to stuff his cock back in, but he held himself. Instead, he pulled off the condom and threw the semen-filled condom to the trash. He went to the bathroom and brought back a wet towel to clean Bruce up. Again, when he reached down to clean around Bruce’s entrance, he took another second to admire it.
That his cock had been persistent in getting hard again really didn’t help matters.
Clark sighed, cursing his libido, or maybe his alien physiology, before he set aside the wet towel and went to lay beside Bruce. Once he was settled, Bruce suddenly shifted and snuggled up to him, arms and legs trapping him in place. Clark blinked, he thought this time he could be the one to cuddle Bruce. He glanced to Bruce’s face, to see one of his eyes was half-opened and was sleepily staring at him.
“Bruce?”
The eye closed and Bruce snuggled closer, as if Clark was his personal teddy bear.
“Next time,” Bruce slurred, voice heavy with exhaustion, “just keep it in. I like how it felt.”
Then he snored. While Clark just got even harder.
So unfair.
Re: Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 4/4
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 03:06 am (UTC)(link)Great fill - I'm not the OP, but thank you so much for this anyway!
Re: Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 4/4
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Unfair, Bruce/Clark, size kink, Part 4/4
(Anonymous) 2018-02-20 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)