𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖆𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊-𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘 [√]

Fuck me(Superbat)....(Part Four)

A/N this Chapter is PURE SMUT!!

Clark led Bruce to the bed and laid him onto the soft silk purple sheets. He kissed Bruce's lips before moving to his neck. Kissing the part where his neck and shoulder met, drawing a loud moan from Bruce.

Bruce twisted beneath him as he continued to suck the spot. He brought his hands up to slowly unbutton Bruce's shirt before sitting him up and taking it off.

"So beautiful," he said before kissing Bruce again. He felt hands roam his chest above his suit before wrapping around his neck. He pulled away and started to kiss down Bruce's neck, pausing there briefly before continuing down to his chest.

Clark trailed his fingers over Bruce's chest, feeling the scars beneath them. With his lips, he followed the trail his fingers made, kissing every scared person he came across.

"Clark," Bruce groaned, making him look up at him through his lashes. Bruce's eyes were shut and his lips were slightly parted as he panted.

Moving his hand lower, Clark ran it over Bruce's manhood, giving it a squeeze through his pants before moving away to undo the belt.

He pulled off Bruce's pants and under and stood back from the bed. Bruce's legs hung over the edge of the bed and were open giving Clark a perfect view.

Bruce watched as Clark ran his hands over his chest before grabbing him by the hips and throwing him up further on the bed. Clark kneeled at the end of the bed and started kissing from his ankle moving up to his thigh, when he got closer to his manhood, Clark bit him and Bruce felt his erection jump and leak precum making him groan and buck his hip.

"Stay still, or I'll have to turn you down," Clark said, slapping his leg.

"Please Clark," Bruce begged when Clark still didn't give his attention to the place where Bruce wanted it the most.

"Please what?" Clark asked, climbing up so they were face to face, his knees pressing between Bruce's legs. "What do you want Bruce?"

"Touch me, please," Bruce said, bucking his hips to get as much friction as possible. Clark gave him a quick kiss before moving back down, taking his erection in hand, and starting to stroke it.

"Fuck," Bruce groaned.

His length was suddenly engulfed in a tight heat and he looked down to see Clark taking him deep into his throat.

"God," he gasped, his hands moving to Clark's hair and pulling, earning a groan from the man.

"I'm going to cum," He said, and Clark pulled off his erection making him whimper.

"Not yet," Clark said, taking Bruce's hands from his hair and pushing them above his head. He moved to the nightstand and pulled out a tube of lube, but his hands hit something interesting. Pulling it out he saw it was a chain.

He looked at Bruce and saw the man with bright red eyes in the chain in Clark's hand. "I had no idea you were so kinky," Clark said, closing the draw and moving back to Bruce. "There's no use in making it Stay in the drawer," he said.

He tied it around Bruce's wrist, making sure it wasn't too tight, before squirting lube onto his fingers and bringing them to Bruce's hole. "You ready?" he asked and Bruce nodded.

Bruce moaned loudly as a finger was inserted into him. "Fuck me," He gasped at the feeling, it's been so long.

Clark soon had three fingers in his ass, and Bruce was withering beneath him, gasping every time his fingers rubbed against his prostate.

Pulling out his fingers Clark wiped them on the sheet before pulling down his thighs and boxers and rubbing lube over himself before positioning himself at Bruce's entrance.

"Ready?" Clark asked a panting Bruce.

"Yes," Bruce answered and Clark slowly began to push himself in, giving him time to adjust to his size.

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Word count: 636

Re-published: May 4, 2024, 12:30 pm

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