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DCEU Prompt Post #1
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[FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-27 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)It could be that, after everything, Bruce still harbored a desire to have Superman at his mercy. Clark's only complaint was that this was plan B.
Though one thing he was certain of, Clark thought, as Bruce edged back and unfastened his slacks for him, tugging them down with brisk efficiency, was that Bruce wasn't much of a romantic. No murmured endearments, no tender caresses, just his hand splayed over the tented cotton of Clark's boxers, applying the same clarity of purpose to this as he did anything else he was serious about.
It was intense, to be touched like this by a man like him.
The tape over Clark's mouth began to turn slick and warm. His breath came faster as Bruce pulled the waistband of his underwear down under his balls and gave him a studious once-over.
"Hm. I had wondered," Bruce began, then thankfully changed his mind about sharing what mysteries he'd thought Clark had stowed in his pants, and leaned over to open his nightstand drawer instead. He returned upright with something sleek and silver in hand.
Clark raised his eyebrows. It wasn't as though he'd never seen a vibrator before, just that he'd never considered them a thing for… well. For guys. Or for him, any more than he'd considered being tied up was for him. A whole new vista of possibilities reeled out before him.
Bruce just raised his eyebrows right back and tucked his hand beneath Clark's shirt. He flattened his palm over his stomach and leaned his weight on him as though to pin him down, which struck Clark as both pointless and ominous.
"It may be a lot at first." Bruce paused. "I think. I don't know if it'll be the same for you." He stroked along Clark's perineum with the vibrator--it was cool, smooth, innocuous--rested it longways behind Clark's balls, and turned it on.
It felt as though an electric current had been run through him. Every muscle in Clark's body locked tight. Blood went storming to his face and his dick, and it was only the vague awareness that he shouldn't tear the duct tape that kept him from arching completely off the bed. It crinkled and stretched as his muscles locked taut. A stifled hiccup of a gasp escaped him.
"Wow," Bruce said under his breath and ran his hand over Clark's abdomen. His fingers traced the geometry of his tensed muscles from sternum to navel, and then he took the vibe away. "That answers that."
Clark collapsed back into himself. "Hhngnh," he informed Bruce, and accepted with equanimity that he'd probably have made the same noise without being gagged. His dick twitched and trickled precome onto his stomach.
"I'm going to touch you with it again," Bruce said, low and urgent as though informing Clark that he was about to disarm a bomb, and with a glimmer of the same eagerness. He got between Clark's knees, pushing his legs apart and running his hands up the inside of his thighs. "Longer this time. Don't break anything."
Clark felt him slide the vibrator back into place, nudging up behind his balls again. His body anticipated what was about to happen; his thighs tremored and clenched tight. He remembered, inexplicably, the kryptonite spear at his face.
Bruce returned his hand to Clark's stomach, sweeping his palm over his skin before settling. "You're better off relaxing," he said, and clicked the vibe back on.
Easy for him to say. The tape ripped as Clark bucked and twisted. He wanted to bring his legs together and squeeze as though he could contend with the ferocious stimulation that way, but he couldn't even try it with Bruce between his knees. All he could do was breathe frantically through his nose and ride out the involuntary jolt and kick of his muscles.
Bruce lifted the vibe slightly. The unbearable edge retreated and Clark stopped feeling as though he were about to be pummeled into an orgasm. "God," he said, except it was more like, "Hnf."
"Didn't think you'd need such a light touch," Bruce said with feigned disappointment. Even in the state he was in, Clark couldn't miss the color rising in Bruce's face or the way he kept wetting his lower lip. His sweatpants weren't disguising much, for that matter.
Clark would usually have apologized out of habit anyway. He lifted one shoulder and hoped it got the sentiment across.
Maybe it did, because instead of drilling him through another round of erotic endurance, Bruce trailed the vibe along the inside of Clark's thigh and into the crease of his groin. The thrum of its vibrations were pleasant but less immediate, and Clark found that he craved a return to the borderline unbearable intensity of it between his legs; his hips lifted and he pushed against Bruce's hand.
Part of him wondered what Bruce was getting out of this; the rest of him knew perfectly well.
"Oh?" Bruce said contemplatively. "How about this."
He ran one hand up over Clark's hip and encircled the base of his dick so that it stood up instead of lying flat to his stomach. Even that light contact had Clark barely knowing what he wanted from this. To make it last as long as humanly possible. To come as fast as he could, and then make Bruce come, too. If Bruce tightened his grip just a little, stroked up and turned his wrist just right, he wouldn't last long.
Instead, Bruce rested the vibrator across the shaft of Clark's dick.
Clark made an inarticulate noise and arched tight. His wrists pulled forward from the headboard and stretched the tape out thin, but Bruce was too intent on pressing quick teasing touches beneath the head of his dick to be disapproving about his lack of control.
Well, Clark would show him some control anyway. He clenched his teeth and let his breath out in sharp gusts, and relaxed his shoulders back against the headboard. He was steadily dripping precome now; it slid down the length of him and onto Bruce's fingers. It was more than humans tended to produce as far as he'd ascertained, but Bruce spread it around without concern. Maybe he'd be quizzed on it later. That seemed about his speed when it came to pillow talk.
Bruce drew the vibe along his shaft and behind his balls again, devastatingly close to but not quite touching his ass, then back up--and nestled the very tip into the slit of his dick. A column of bliss speared through Clark's body and he bucked helplessly on its impalation, catapulting the vibe from Bruce's hand. It landed on the mattress. The tape around his wrists was a goner for sure this time, and possibly the headboard.
Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]
(Anonymous) 2018-09-27 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Bootleg, 4/5 [Bruce/Clark, kidnapping and Superman merchandise]
(Anonymous) 2018-10-01 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)