𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖙 (𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙) [√]

Part Nine

Bruce's big medical project was finally done. He was throwing a party with high-class doctors and people from the medical field to celebrate his accomplishments.

He also invited Clark and Martha. He got in the limo he rented for the night, with Alfred as the driver, and drove towards Clark's house. When they got there, Bruce stepped out of the limo and went up to the door, knocking; the door opened a minute later to relieve Martha in a beautiful dark blue evening gown that reached her ankles.

"My, Martha, if I were looking for a bride, you would be my first option; you look beautiful," Bruce said, and Martha laughed and smacked him on the shoulder.

"Thank you," she replied, stepping past him and towards Alfred. "Clark is upstairs in his room freaking out." She called over her shoulder.

Bruce entered the house and went up the stairs to his boyfriend's room. He pushed the door open to see Clark in a black suit and white shirt without a tie. Bruce froze in place and stared at the masterpiece information of him.

"Damn," he whispered loudly, and Clark looked up at him.

"Bruce, you're here." He exclaimed nervously.

"Yeah, and after seeing you in that, I don't think I want us to leave," Bruce said seductively, and Clark blushed. Bruce walked over to him and kissed him roughly, and he gripped the back of Clark's neck before sliding his hand around to squeeze his ass. Clark groaned as he wrapped his arms around Bruce's waist.

They pulled away, gulping for air, staring deep into each other's eyes. A car horn blew outside, and Bruce sighed. "Come on, let's go get this over with so that I can take that suit off you later," Bruce said, pulling Clark out of the house.

They made it to the event forty minutes later, and paparazzi cameras flashed at the three of them. People ask questions about who they are to him, among other things.

Throughout the event, Bruce never took his eyes off Clark. He watched as the other man spoke, laughed, and held himself. Their eyes met a few times, and Bruce would wink and look away again.

After Bruce gave his required speech, they stayed another hour before Bruce told the Kent family members it was time to go.

They dropped Martha home, and then the two went to Bruce's. They went to the bedroom, where Clark immediately turned and pressed him against the door.

"We played your game; now let's play mine," Clark said huskily before attacking his neck.

Bruce gasped at the feeling of teeth skipping his neck. Clark gripped his thighs and lifted him. Pushing him harder against the door.

"Clark," Bruce moaned, and Clark groaned and spun around. He moved over to the bed and dropped him on it.

"Strip," Clark commanded as he stripped off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Bruce got up on his knees and started to underdress. When they were down to their boxers, Clark crawled onto the bed.

He kneeled over Bruce and ran his hand down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers.

He leaned forward and kissed him. Pushing him back into the bed as he did so. He kissed him way down Bruce's chest, pulled down his boxers, and licked around the base of his length.

Bruce groaned and argued off the bed as Clark gripped his cock and sucked the tip. Clark sucked him deep, and he groaned.

"C-Clark," Bruce groaned as he came, blushing, and looked away from Clark, throwing an arm over his face. "Fuck," he mumbled.

"Are you OK?" Clark asked, and Bruce sighed, nodding his head.

"Sorry, it's just been a while," Bruce mumbled, and Clark moved up to kiss him.

"It's fine," Clark whispered. "Do you want to continue?" he asked softly, running his hand through Bruce's hair.

"I-I do," Bruce said, and Clark smiled down at him.

"Do you have lube?" Clark asked, and Bruce nodded, reaching over and pulling it out of his bedside table.

Clark gave him one more kiss before moving down his body and lubing up his fingers. He circled Bruce's entrance and gently pushed in a finger.

He took Bruce's semi-hard cock in his mouth and sucked, distracting him from the pain.

He worked his way up to three fingers. "More," Bruce moaned out; Clark pulled out his fingers and lived up himself before slowly pushing into Bruce.

"AAA-ah!" Bruce screamed as Clark entered him fully in one thrust.

"Fuck," Clark groaned out, his fingers gripping Bruce's hips.

"Move, please ~" Bruce moaned desperately.

Clark got up on his knees and started to thrust, drawing moans out of the man below him.

Bruce gripped his forearms as he raised his hips off the bed, meeting Clark's thrust. Screaming out as Clark's cock continuously rubbed his prostate.

"I-I, c-coming," Bruce yelled out; as he came, thick white liquid shot out of his cock, and his ass clenched around Clark, who groaned as he came inside him.

"Damn," Clark said softly as he pulled out and collapsed beside Bruce on the bed.

They lay there for a few minutes before Clark looked over and saw Bruce's eyes closed. He slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

He returned to the bed with a warm, damp cloth and gently wiped Bruce down. The other man slightly opened his eyes and smiled at him.

Clark lifted him off the bed, stripped the top sheet, and threw it in the corner. "Where are the sheets?" Clark asked softly, and Bruce pointed to a door next to the closet.

Clark went to it, pulled out a sheet, and brought it to the bed; he climbed in and spread the sheets over them.

He wrapped an arm around Bruce and pulled him closer. "I love you," he mumbled; Bruce's breath hitched as he looked up at him with sleepy eyes.

"And I, you," 

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Re-published: April 22, 2024, 3 pm

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