The BOWL; Superbat

8

The day was shrouded in lustful secrecy, Bruce's scent mixing with Clark's. Fingers caressed and intertwined with scorching hot skin beneath the thin sheets, gasps and moans littering the air. Bruce whined for his mate, not enough friction between the two helped it. Little snores faltered, Clark waking to the feeling of being rubbed on. He inhaled from Bruce's neck and placed his lips to the mark he gave the month before. Another fever had risen during Bruce's sleep, the slick pooling beneath the males.
Clark shuffled his weight onto one arm, the other pulling Bruce from the bed to his lap.

"Clar-clark..?" He opened his eyes looking down at the same blue he could never get used to. A twinge went up his back, his head falling to Clark's chest. "What, what time is it?"
Clark hadn't heard what Bruce said but felt the need for pushing into the other. Bruce gave no resistance and matched his pace to Clark's. The hotness in his gut burned, the touch of Clark's fingertips ice cold to his every inch. The feeling wasn't enough, not at all. So little feeling, he was reeled in. He moved fast, bouncing up and down on Clark. His kryptonian mate gripped his hips so tight he could feel the bruises making their way into his skin.

The fiery sensation of his orgasm kept creeping its way up his spine, Clark boring into him at the inhuman speed he loved for the first time. "Fuck! Clark!" He moaned louder, his head tilted back. Clark held Bruce's member as the knot came through and Bruce came with him. "So good. Ah, feel so, good..."

The two men stayed in the same position, Clark holding Bruce upright as he caught his breath. "Bruce. I-"

"Don't." Bruce rose from Clark, leaving the bed. He stumbled, leaning on the dresser trying to catch his breath. He bent down grabbing a shredded piece of black cloth. "Is this all that's left of my clothing?"

"You shouldn't be going anywhere. You haven't gotten past the fevers."

"I'm not leaving... I don't want to be naked the entire time we're in here." He dropped the clothing and sat back on the bed, his back warming as he got closer to Clark. "Since I can't leave, you should get us a couple of my robes. And, a lot of water." Bruce winced when lying on his side, Clark standing in the same second.

"Get some rest." Clark wrapped his towel around his waist. He glanced back at Bruce as he left the room, closing the door behind him. The scent faded, the light smell of blood and wine, not something Clark was used to, lingered in Bruce's room. He walked over the glass shards to the wardrobe half open and full of almost nothing but black. "Jesus." He found only one robe, silk and light. Bruce's scent stuck to it, the smell arousing Clark the entire way back to the room. He was so entranced he hadn't noticed the second robe, a deep red one, lying over a chair.

He entered the padded, now dark, room. Bruce lay sleeping, his feet facing the far wall, his naked body out with no shame. Clark sighed.

The next morning the room was foggy with Bruce's undeniable scent of blood and wine. He didn't know what kind of wine it was, that and the most delicious sound of moans caused his conscious to spread. Clark glanced through the dark room, his hands already placed on Bruce's body. "Please, please... Please, Clark wake up. I can't stand the heat. Make it stop."

"I'm right here." He took a deep breath, Bruce moving into his stomach pressing his slick covered ass to Clark's groin.

"Please, Clark. Put it in." Bruce rubbed back on him, lubricating base to tip. He went in, both letting out a groan of pleasure. The moans from the other were tantalizing to Clark, the skin slapping skin beneath him left him an a haze of little pin pricks.
Bruce cursed at Clark to go faster, his own elation pulled like his scalp as Clark held his hair in hand and ground his hips into his ass. He was hanging by a string as thin as spider webs and Clark was the fly too big to handle. He knotted onto Clark's hand for the third time, the shortest possible period he had come in ever.
Still he wanted more.

The heat had him crying into the bed, screams of pleasure and yes, yes, yes, echoing the soundproof room. Clark had already came but was still rock hard inside Bruce. He bit down hard on the mark, blood tasting the same as the wine he smelled from the gland beneath it. Both came for a second time in that impatient fucking, all the scents and sweat from them both mixed with the come and slick. Bruce's knot went down quickly that time, him practically unconscious as Clark pulled out and plopping to his side. " Thnku.. "

Clark rubbed his face turning his head to face Bruce. "What?"

"Tthankuo... Clark."

It wasn't until later in the afternoon that Bruce awoke. His fever had fallen accordingly, Clark keeping tabs regularly. His last wave hadn't hit yet but he felt much better although sore like he's gone a round in a ring with Bain.
He paces the room running the back of his hand along the wall. His robe kept him cool as not to jumpstart the next wave before his mind was made. He watch Clark's sleeping body tucked around a pillow breathing slow and cautious Bruce took in Clark's scent, like fresh cut grass. Much like his own it had a strange addition of blood mixed into his original smell.

The thing about his attraction to Clark was not the way he moved when they had sex. Not the scent or feeling inside during his heat. He always admired the sweet hero he could be, how his true self still showed when he was covered in kryptonian fabrics or when he sat with his mother on the days he had off from work. Clark was better than him and it didn't make him jealous. It made him want to be better himself.

"Why're you looking at me like that?" Bruce blinked at the realization that the other as awake. "Has your-"

"Not yet." Clark let out an unexpectedly irritated sigh at Bruce's answer. He threw off the sheets uncovering the rest of his naked self, Bruce looking away before looking back. He glanced at Clark's ass and shoulders as he tied a sheet around his waist, a small amount if heat boiling from his stomach. "I would appreciate some water though, since you never brought any last time. You don't need to rush, my wave isn't that close."

"Hmm." Clark growled as he left the room. Bruce exhaled, steeply releasing the breath he had been holding. Any and all of Clark's pheromones would immediately have him on his knees begging to be entered. He was getting dehydrated with all his actions the past two days. He was hungry as well by the sound of his stomach grumbling.

Clark pushed the door open the rest of the way with a small plate of toast, a pear and a large cup of water in his hands. "Thank you, so much. I'm starving." Bruce said as he shoved toast in his gob. "So, have you spoken with Lucius while I was sleeping between waves?" He brought the cup to his mouth drinking most of the liquid in seconds .

"No, I mostly slept along with you. I didn't want to leave you." Clark scratched his neck. He sat and took off the sheet. "In all honesty, I don't remember what happened in between your waves, I guess i m affected a much as you are, with how strong my ruts get."

Bruce only shrugged. "Doesn't matter. We can't do anything about it now... C'mere, I can feel the wave coming on." He cleared his throat as he moved onto Clark's now naked lap. His robe flowed around them only to be pushed off by Clark's impatience. They kissed, lovingly, slow. Neither waiting for the full blow if the heat wave drowning Bruce quickly. He gasped when it arrived, Clark watching his face. He smirked lying Bruce on his back with the fever shivering throughout his body.

"Don't just fuck me, Clark. Make sure you love me like you said you would all those days ago." Clark's smirk turned into a smile, it interrupted by a passionate kiss. Bruce groaned. "Okay, it can't wait. I want it now." He heaved his breaths, tightening his legs around Clark as he pushed inside. Bruce moaned out attacking Clark's lips with his own before pulling back. "I agree with you... We need to try."

"Bruce. Kiss me." And he did.

I did this all in one night, 7&8. Premade and prepared.