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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 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)