In Bed With a Kryptonian: Batman's Internal Monologue

~Batman's Internal Thoughts~

Okay. This is happening.

Sex.

Sex with Superman. With Clark. Kal-El...? What does he want me to call him during this? Maybe we shouldn't do names, because I don't even know if I want him to call me Batman or Bruce right now. Maybe I should ask—

Woah, okay. His hand's on my crotch. I should take my pants off. Wait, does he want to take my pants off for me? God, he's got a really strong grip. But.. I mean, it feels good.

Don't moan. Don't do it. Have some self-control gosh darn it!

Okay. Nice job stifling that.

Clark hasn't made a noise yet. Is he bored? I should probably kiss him or touch him more or something.

Mm, Clark has the softest lips ever. And the softest hair. I love touching his hair. I love kissing him. We should just keep doing this. I'm gonna put my tongue in his mouth. Ugh, that doesn't sound affectionate enough. Okay, I'm gonna slowly trail my tongue across his teeth in hopes of access. Annnd access granted. Alright, but why is it like I'm the only one here enjoying the tongue. Maybe if I back mine up, he'll bring his more inside my mouth.

He's shifting his weight. Does he want me to get off of him? It's because I used too much tongue, isn't it. Damn it, I should move... I don't wanna stop kissing him though. Maybe if I just move my leg here... Nope. No. That's painful. Abort the sexy leg attempt.

Shit, why is he laughing? Ugh, he probably thinks I'm an idiot. My face is so hot, this is ridiculous. Calm down, for goodness sake. If he didn't want to do this, he wouldn't be here. He likes me. I can do this.

Now, if I just unbutton his shirt... Damn. Abs for days. They're rock hard. Hm, he should really see my abs. Sure, it's one thing seeing the shape of a toned stomach on my Bat suit, but on real life skin? He'll be asking about my workout routine. Maybe we can hit the gym together. Does he even need to exercise? Maybe just some cardio, then...

Wait, shut up. This is supposed to be sexy time. Sex, sex, sex. Sex is about to happen. Sexy sex.

Alright. Pants are off. Shirts are off. Nakedness.

Why's he looking at me like that? Damn it, he just did a lip bite. That was a bite of regret. He hates this. Shit.

You know what? Fuck him. He better make out with me and like it.

He's so warm. Ugh, would it be weird to tell him how warm he is? Screw it, I'll say it.

"You're really warm."

Crap. I think it sounded like I said worm. Ughhh, I'm just going to hide my face against his neck and hope he didn't notice.

What did he just mutter? Did he just say he lov... no. No way. He didn't say that. I'm just overwhelmed, my mind is making stuff up to help me feel better.

But what if he did say it. I should say it back. Because I do. I really, really do. I mean, I know I'm fucking Bruce Wayne and Batman and feelings aren't my forte but Clark is... he's really... Fuck he's kissing my neck.

Annnd, yep. His hand's on my cock. This feels awkward. And dry. Asking for lube would be rude, right? Just get through it. Ya know, the more I endure it, the more it's actually starting to feel nice. And I'm definitely hard so, yeah, that's good.

I should do the same to him. I don't want this to be one sided. Just grab it.

There. SHIT. Clark is huge. Why does he feel so big in my hands? DO I JUST HAVE LITTLE HANDS?

Oh my god, I'm the worse handjob giver ever. This is bad. I should stop. No way is he enjoying this. Kissing. Kissing will distract him. Kiss, kiss, kiss. But not too much tongue.