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POV Kal, earth 89 (An Earth where Lois Lane married Batman)
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Kal watches as Lois flies into Bruce’s arms, sobbing. He knew what was happening, Bruce was going to sacrifice himself to close the rift that Felix Faust opened. Bruce is brushing away Lois’s tears, a hand on her six month baby bump. His body is moving before he consciously makes the decision, he’s going to take Bruce’s place. Bruce looks up and his eyes widen, he shouts something but Clark salutes him and lets the gravity of the rift pull him in. The moment his body touches the breach there is a loud ringing in his ears and the world greys out on him as he sinks into oblivion.
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Earth one A (An earth were Bruce and Clark are in a relationship)
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When he wakes up, he knows without opening his eyes he’s at the watch tower. Someone touches the back of hand, he takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, he smiles at J’onn, “I’m guessing I’m not in Kansas anymore, huh?”
“I’m afraid not. You are currently on the watch tower, earth one A.”
Clark blinks, “I’m sorry, did you say earth one A?”
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It takes him a week to get used to the idea of infinity earths, by then he has met almost everybody in this world's Justice League. He talked with Barry, Zatana and Constantine, he won’t be able to go back to his own world without serious consequences. He knows by now his Bruce has probably heard the same thing, he won’t be able to go home.
They are still deciding if he’ll be allowed to do any superhero work, until then he’s grounded.
A week and a half later he’s bored as hell and he still hasn’t met this earth’s Clark Kent or Batman. He looked them up of course, Clark married Lois here, they have a kid together but got divorced two years ago. Bruce has a gaggle of kids but never married anyone.
Bruce Wayne’s exploits are broadcasted pretty much in every paper imaginable and he found out this Earth’s Bruce is most definitely bi-sexual, unlike his own Bruce. There is no evidence of him being in a relationship and Kal figures since he’s here to stay he might shoot his shot.
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It’s late when he arrives in Gotham, for once he knocks on the door. Alfred lets him in and leads him to the family room. He is polite and so very British when he tells him Master Bruce will be with him momentarily. Kal smiles, happy to note some things never change.
He sits down on the couch and looks around, there are a lot of pictures on the wall. He wonders at his own smiling face amid what seems to be a rather big family. He’s so focused on figuring out who’s who in the pictures that he actually startles when a body drops itself into his lap. A pair of arms circles his neck and hot, wet lips find his own. He gasps, opening himself up for the kiss to deepen. The moment he responds to it the kiss breaks rather abruptly and the weight disappears from his lap. Kal touches his lips, damn it, he missed his shot again.
“You’re not my Clark ..” Bruce tells him accusingly.
“I’m not.”
“So do I call you Clark A or Joseph?”
“You can call me Kal, for now.” He smiles, not surprised at all that Bruce immediately clocked him for who he is, “I thought Alfred would tell you?”
Bruce sighs, “He just told me I had a visitor.” He sits down across from him, “So last I heard you are still grounded but I reckon you’re going stir crazy?”
“A little. I wish you’d hurry up and make a decision already, but to do that I think I at least had to meet you and Clark.”
“We’ll make a decision soon. So can you tell me why you’re really here?”
Kal smiles and then lies through his teeth, “I guess I just wanted to meet you, see if my best friend is still my best friend.”
Bruce tilts his head slightly and Kal knows he’s been caught out, but he answers anyway, “We are.”
“But you are more than that, considering your kiss just now.” He takes a deep breath, “Are you fuck buddies? Boyfriends? Partners?”
Bruce narrows his eyes slightly but then he smirks, “We haven’t put a label on it but we’re very much together.”
He huffs out a laugh “I did not expect that, in my universe you’re happily married to Lois Lane.”
“Oh?”
Kal smiles, and then he tells Bruce how everything seems the same but nothing is. Chatting with Bruce is easy and familiar, he’s able to relax and forget about being alone and stranded without a way to return home.
“So in the end he showed me in a round about way that some things are better left as they are.” Kal finishes his recount of that particular mission.
Bruce lets out a chuckle, “I can definitely believe Booster is this ridiculous in every universe.”
“He’s a good guy, really.” Kal says just as the door opens.
“Bruce?” Clark Kent walks in and stops dead in his tracks when he sees Kal sitting on the couch, “Oh it’s you.”
Kal frowns, “So you do know about me?”
“Of course I know.” Clark tells him with an eye-roll.
“So why haven’t you come to see me?”
“I haven’t had the best experience with alternate Supermen.”
Kal considers this for a moment, “Fair enough.” He concedes, then he stands up and holds out his hand, “I’m Kal, I’m from earth one A, forcibly moved here due to a mishap with Felix Faust.”
Clark grasps his hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Clark Kent.”
The three of them sit down and Bruce asks him about a case to see if there are any parallels. After a long while Kal glances at the clock, “It’s getting late, I should go.”
“You’re staying at the watchtower, right?” Bruce asks him quietly.
“For now, I guess I should start looking for something more permanent, huh?”
He watches as Bruce tilts his head at Clark, who narrows his eyes and Kal realises they are having a conversation. It ends when Clark huffs, Bruce rolls his eyes and then Clark shrugs.
Bruce turns to him, “You should stay here, there is plenty of room and it’ll give you a new place to explore.”
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Two weeks later he regrets accepting the offer to stay at Wayne manor. He groans as he hears the familiar creaking of Bruce’s bed-springs. Night after night and morning after morning he lies awake listening to Clark as he lays claim to Bruce. He knows the possessive feeling all too well, he finds himself looking at Bruce with an emotion that can never be spoken out loud but is probably clearly visible to Clark. It seems Clark has taken it upon himself to remind Kal of this every chance he gets. He presses the heel of his hand against his twitching cock. As always he’s weak against the long drawn out moans Clark is wringing from Bruce and he comes quietly seconds after the springs stop creaking.
The next morning Clark is drinking his coffee with a smug grin and Kal narrows his eyes, “Good Morning”
“A very good morning.” Clark tells him with a smirk.
Bruce sighs and elbows Clark’s side lightly, “Don’t be crass”
Kal has a sudden flash of irrational anger at Clark for having what he wants so badly for himself but he suppresses it and sips his coffee, quietly. Clark on the other hand is being an absolute ass-hole about it as he follows Bruce to the sink. He lets his hand trail over Bruce’s perfect ass and gives him a kiss that makes Kal’s cock take an interest.
Clark finally releases Bruce and smirks knowingly at Kal, “I’ll see you tonight.”
After Clark leaves, Bruce sits down across from him, “So what are you doing today?”
“Not sure yet.”
“All right, how about you come with me to Wayne tower? Lucius would very much like to meet you.”
“Okay, sure, I love that.” Kal tells him with a small smile.
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The next morning he decides to train down in the cave, with the red sunlight lamps on, trying to work off his insistent need and growing hunger for something he can’t have. Bruce is sitting a mere twenty feet away, typing away at his computer.
When he finishes his routine he walks up to Bruce, who glances up at him, eyes trailing down his bare, sweaty chest. For a split second an expression flits over Bruce’s face but it’s gone before Kal can identify it.
Two mornings later, it’s Saturday and he’s back in the cave, this time he’s training with Clark. The red sunlight lamps make it a hell of a work out, fighting against yourself teaches you to rely on instinct instead of learned moves.
Just like before Bruce is sitting at his computer, as soon as they walk up to him he gestures to the two towels on the desk.
Bruce glances up at them and Kal sees the expression again. Only this time he can place it, lust and it’s for the both of them.
Clark leans down and brushes a kiss against Bruce’s lips, “You coming up for breakfast?”
“In a bit, I need to finish this.” He answers as he gestures to the screen.
Kal takes a long gulp of his bottle of water and catches Bruce shifting in his chair. He grins because he’s pretty sure that Bruce isn’t getting up because he has something to hide and when he glances at Clark he knows he’s right. Clark looks between them with a thoughtful expression but doesn’t say anything. Kal walks away, he glances back at them when he reaches the top of the stairs. Clark and Bruce are locked in a furious looking conversation and Kal has a feeling something is going to give, soon.
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Bruce POV
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Bruce sighs as he watches Clark get out of bed, he knows exactly what he’s been doing. Marking him as property, letting Kal know he’s off limits. Clark, just like Bruce, noticed the way Kal looks at him sometimes. Clark enjoys it, ticking off Kal whenever he can before showing him exactly who Bruce belongs to.
He gets himself a cup of coffee before he heads down to the cave, carrying two towels. He slyly watches Clark and Kal train, they are in perfect sync and Bruce wonders for the umpteenth time how in sync they would be in other areas. He shakes his head. No, not going there. He buried his long time threesome fantasy the moment he realised the only man he really wanted was Clark. And when they finally got their heads out of their asses and got together Bruce was more than satisfied. So his dirty spit roasting idea was put away, because while in theory it’s sexy and hot, in real life he’s not willing to share. Kal, though, Kal is Clark so not so much sharing as exploring oneself and suddenly that itch comes back full force. He shakes his head again, it’s hard enough to keep these thoughts to himself, if he actively starts to imagine them he’ll be as transparent as Kal. He tries to focus back on his screen, but a sudden grunt has him looking back at the mats. He immediately realises his mistake because his brain short circuits at the sight of two sweaty, bronzed gods in tiny shorts, locked in a slide by. His cock takes notice of his thoughts and fills out so fast he’s dizzy for a moment. He blinks, sure he’s gone cross eyed.
Kal taps out and Clark wins, a second later they walk up to the desk. Bruce gestures to the towels and eyes them both for a second before he turns back to his computer. Clark asks him up for breakfast but he declines, he knows Clark can tell he’s turned on but if he stands up then Kal will know as well and he’s not ready for that.
Kal takes a gulp of water and Bruce’s cock twitches. He grimaces at the sudden knowing look on Kal’s face. When Kal wanders off for breakfast, Clark steps forward and pulls Bruce up into a hard, angry kiss. Clark’s hand cups his still hard cock and squeezes, Bruce breaks the kiss.
Clark looks down at him, “Really, Bruce? Him?”
Bruce rolls his eyes, “No, not him. You! He is you”
“So what? You want us both?” Clark snaps at him.
Bruce looks down, takes a deep breath and catches a calculating look crossing Clark’s face.
“No, but I’ve always wanted, well maybe not always, a threesome. An all male threesome. A long time ago I watched a scene, a guy being fucked by two other guys. He was in the middle, that image kinda stuck with me. But I’m me and I can’t just take anyone to my bed, playboy or not I couldn't risk it. Then I met you and I really don’t want to share you. Because you are mine just as much as I am yours,” Bruce smiles, “You are enough, I love you.”
Clark gives him a soft smile, “Okay, I love you too.”
Bruce stands up and pulls Clark into a possessive kiss. When he breaks the kiss he notices Clark is hard and he smiles, “Shower?”
“Mmm, let’s have breakfast first, after, I’ll give you what you need.”
Bruce laughs, shaking his head, “You need to stop goading him”
“Not going to happen, he needs to learn.”
“Trust me, he already knows I’m yours.”
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A week later, after dinner Bruce is getting ready for a quiet night. The kids are taking care of patrol, Damian is staying with Jon on the Kent Farm and Duke is going on a date.
He steps out of the shower and wipes the steam off the mirror, roughly dragging his fingers through his hair before depositing his wet towel into the hamper. He opens the door to the bedroom and stops dead in his tracks when he notices Clark sitting on the bed. Bruce makes his way to the closet, pulling out a pair of soft, black shorts, “Picked a movie yet? Or did you have something else in mind?”
When Clark doesn’t answer he turns around only to bump into his lover. Clark kisses him, deep and possessive. Bruce is a panting mess by the time they break apart, “Wha ..”
Clark places a finger against his lips, closing his eyes briefly before looking at Bruce with a serious expression, “So last week you told me something, I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”
“Clark ..” Bruce starts but Clark presses a finger against his lips.
“Give me a moment,” When Bruce nods, Clark continues, “We’ve been talking about it and I’m willing to give you your fantasy.”
“What do you mean, we?” His brain connects the dots even before he finishes his question.
A moment later there’s a warm presence behind him and Bruce sucks in a shuddering breath, “Clark?”
Clark smiles at him, tracing his finger over Bruce’s lips before he claims his mouth in an almost violent kiss, “You are mine, and I am choosing to share you”
The last part is said to Kal, who is still behind him, not moving or touching him, “What if I’m not willing to share?”
Clark smiles, “Then this is the moment you tell me that.”
Bruce stays silent and Clark’s smile grows wider. Bruce sighs, “You know that you are enough for me, right?”
“Yes, I know and that is exactly why it’s okay, besides sharing with myself isn’t really sharing is it? More like exploring a different side of me with you.”
Bruce gapes at him letting the words sink in, they are going to do this. Clark nods as if he’s reading his mind and Kal’s hands settle on his hips, warm and steady. Bruce shudders and his cock twitches, “Okay.”
“Okay yes? Or okay let me think about it.” Clark asks quietly.
He nods and Kal chuckles behind him, “We need a verbal okay Bruce”
“.. “ He clears his throat and tries again “Okay, yes.”
It’s Clark’s turn to chuckle and Bruce pinches his side, “So how do we do this?”
“I thought we could start with this.” Kals says as he turns Bruce around and dips down for a kiss. Bruce gasps and flushes as he notices Kal is already naked, their cocks brushing together. The kiss deepens almost immediately and lasts until he feels a very naked Clark crowd in close behind him. Clark is trailing kisses along his neck and his hand is sliding over Bruce’s abs down to his cock. He pressing back against Clark while Kal moves forward. Bruce makes a frustrated noise and Kal breaks the kiss, “Let’s move this to the bed.”
Bruce stumbles when they both let go of him but he catches himself. He turns around, Kal is already sitting against the headboard and Clark is on his knees next to him. Bruce takes a moment to memorise this exact image. Two gorgeous men, both visibly excited, eyes dark with lust and need, cocks straining up, leaking fat drops of pre cum, waiting for him.
Then Kal ruins the vision by opening his mouth, “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Bruce rolls his eyes, he’s more than ready for his fantasy to come true. He steps up to the bed and crawls towards Kal, kissing him soundly, reassuring him. He reaches back and drags Clark in for a kiss as well. He lets his fingers close around Kal’s cock, thumbing the slit, slowly stroking up and down.
Then Clark leans over his shoulder, “No, Bruce, add a twist at the end.”
Bruce sighs and halts his movement, “Maybe you’d like to do this yourself?”
Kal lets out a disappointed sigh, Clark huffs and makes a zipping gesture. He narrows his eyes for a moment before he turns back to Kal who places his hand on Bruce’s cheek, “You know, Bruce, I think I’d like to see you use your mouth for something other than talking.”
He guides Bruce down towards his cock. Bruce pinches Kal’s thigh in retaliation but doesn’t protest to the guidance. He leans in and closes his lips around the head, tracing his tongue around the head before letting it slide in as far as he can handle. He starts sucking, swallowing every now and then making Kal buck up his hips. Bruce loves giving head, he enjoys the power it gives him. Clark’s fingers are caressing his spine, all the way down to his ass. Kal’s hand in his hair stops his movement and Bruce sits back wiping his mouth. He looks back and forth between Kal and Clark, finding them staring back at him with twin expressions of hunger.
Without a word Clark sits back against the headboard, hauling Bruce into his lap, back against his chest. He lets his fingers roam over Bruce’s abs, tweaking his nipples lightly before he drags him into a heady kiss. Meanwhile Kal shifts around so that he’s kneeling in front of Bruce. He tugs Bruce towards himself, breaking Clark’s kiss, in order to kiss him breathless himself. Bruce’s cock is achingly hard so he grabs it, squeezing tightly. Kal pulls back, prying Bruce’s hand away before he dips down, kissing the head of Bruce’s cock and tonguing the slit. His hips involuntary jerk up but Clark holds him down, fingers splayed on his hips. Bruce groans, letting his head fall back to rest on Clark’s shoulder. Kal is gently sucking on his cock now and Bruce has to hold back a moan. Fuck, he’s not going to last. He bites his bottom lip desperately, trying to stave off his orgasm. Someone lifts him up, and Bruce gasps when he feels a slippery finger pressing against his hole. It traces the rim before it slips inside, lightly fucking him, and Kal is taking him all the way in, swallowing around his cock. And it’s too much and not enough, he closes his eyes and cries out as an overwhelming wave of pleasure and heat engulfs him. Bruce slumps against Clark trying to catch his breath. Kal sits back wiping his mouth and Bruce groans, pulling him into a kiss. He wiggles down on Clark’s finger and clenches around it. Clark’s breathy chuckle sends shivers down his spine.
Kal pulls away, shuffling backwards, Bruce makes a confused noise.
“Shhh relax, Bruce, we’ll take it from here.” Clark tells him as he pushes Bruce’s onto his hands and knees.
Bruce feels Clark’s weight shift on the bed and he hears the snip of a cap. Kal places a finger under his chin and tilts his head up. Bruce opens his mouth and Kal moves forward, pressing his cock inside. Bruce gasps around Kal’s cock as he feels the blunt head of Clark’s cock press against his hole. Clark takes his time, slowly pushing in and Bruce enjoys the burn and stretch. When Clark can’t go further they still for a long moment. Bruce is barely able to breathe, let alone think as he’s filled completely.
“Ready?” Clark asks, voice breathless and laced with lust. Bruce can’t answer, but Clark isn’t really expecting one because in the next moment he pulls away and thrusts back in, hard. Bruce gags as Kal’s cock grazes the back of his throat but he quickly controls the reflex. His cries are muffled as he’s rocked forward again and again. Kal’s fingers in his hair tighten convulsively.
“Gods, Bruce,” Kal murmurs as he thrusts his hips forward ever-so-slightly, forcing Bruce back on Clark’s cock.
They stop again and Bruce shivers in anticipation, a second later, they begin to move, slow, steady and in tandem. Bruce braces himself on Kal’s thighs as Clark’s fingers clamp down on his hips. One particularly hard thrust has him choking on Kal’s cock, surprisingly the lack of air heightens the pleasure coursing through his veins. When Clark finds his prostate Bruce clenches his muscles, fingers pressing hard into Kal’s thighs. It spurs his lovers on, fucking him hard and fast as they move in perfect sync. His cock is once again hard and twitching. Clark is hammering his prostate and Bruce’s going to cum, again. He taps Kal’s thigh to warn him, but he’s ignored. Minutes later he comes with a muffled cry, suspended between them and tightening all his muscles. Kal is a moaning mess above him and he starts thrusting mindlessly into Bruce’s mouth. Clark’s hand slides over his back, coming to rest in Bruce’s hair, keeping him in place as Kal stills and comes down his throat, forcing him to swallow every drop. Clark doesn’t let him up until Kal relaxes. Then he sits back and drags Bruce into his lap. Bruce moans as gravity forces him down onto Clark’s cock. He clenches, shuddering as Clark’s hips stutter up. Clark’s fingers tighten around his hips, keeping him in place as he comes deep inside Bruce with a low groan.
Bruce turns his head and captures Clark’s lips in a scorching kiss, which deepens instantly. When he finally breaks away he’s immediately pulled into another long kiss with Kal.
Eventually they settle down on the bed, exhausted. Bruce closes his eyes for a second. He wakes up to a whispered conversation. Eyes still closed, he stretches experimentally, smiling as his muscles cry out in protest. Someone kisses his shoulder as another pair of lips find his collarbone
“Mmm I can get used to this.” He tells them, without opening his eyes.
“We’ll see.” Clark murmurs into his shoulder as Kal traces an unknown pattern onto his hip. Then Clark shifts, his hard cock brushing against his ass and Bruce’s eyes fly open.
Kal is grinning at him, “How do you feel about a double entry?”
Bruce groans as Clark manhandles him onto his back, kissing him breathless. He breaks away, “Not today, but we’ll talk about it later.”
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A week later
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“Bruce?” Clark casually asks from behind him, as if he’s not currently fingering Bruce’s ass open.
Bruce pulls away from Kal’s cock with an obscene wet pop, “Yes?” he answers sweetly, jerking as Clark deliberately brushes his prostate.
“Do you remember when Kal asked you about a certain thing, a week ago?”
“Jesus Clark, now?”
Clark chuckles and Bruce tightens his fingers around Kal’s cock drawing a moan from him.
“Yes now.” Clark answers.
Kal brushes a stray lock of hair away from Bruce’s forehead, “Did you read up on it?”
“Well, no but it’s not higher maths, right?” He turns his head to look at Clark, “Did you read up on it?”
“Yes,” Clark answers immediately.
“Yes,” Kal answers as well.
Bruce sighs as Clark caresses his hip while Kal pats his cheek with two fingers. He sits up and drags Clark into a soft kiss.
“Is this what you want?” He whispers against his lover's lips and when Clark nods his head, he grins and gives him a hard kiss, “Alright then, make it happen.”
He’s still grinning when Clark slaps his ass and resumes his fingering. Kal guides his mouth back down. Bruce tentatively tongues the slit of Kal’s cock, who grunts and fists his hands in Bruce’s hair. Kal groans when Bruce closes his mouth around the head of his cock and starts sucking. When Clark pulls his fingers out, Bruce moans around Kal's cock. Kal runs his fingers through Bruce's hair, before he pulls him up and off his cock. He takes Bruce’s mouth in a forceful kiss which Bruce breaks the moment he feels Clark’s hands on his hips. Clark urges him up as Kal shifts away, to lay down flat on his back. Clark turns Bruce around and places him down in Kal’s lap. Bruce can feel Kal’s cock, wet and hard, resting against his lower back. Kal squeezes his hips and Bruce turns his head towards him but Clark drags him into a kiss and for a moment he loses himself.
Kal lifts him up until Bruce feels the head of his slick cock against his hole, shuddering, he holds himself still for a moment. After a second he braces himself and slowly sinks down, sighing as he bottoms out. He blindly drags Clark in for a deep, hot kiss while he rolls his hips, moaning quietly as Kal’s nimble fingers wrap around his straining cock. Kal gives it a few tugs before he pulls off with a twist. Clark pushes him back until he’s lying back against Kal’s chest. Kal moves his hand under Bruce’s thigh and holds him open as Clark slick fingers slide along his stretched rim. It’s Bruce’s turn to groan as Clark pushes a finger in besides Kal’s cock, minutes later a second finger follows. When Clark adds a third finger Bruce struggles to keep still. For the next ten minutes he can barely think straight as Clark stretches him to his limit.
“He's doing so well,” Kal says, voice rough with need, “I think he’s ready for more.”
Clark’s noise of agreement sends a shiver down his spine. Bruce goes easily when Kal wraps a strong arm around his waist. He doesn’t see it but he certainly feels the appliance of more cold lube, he breaks out in goosebumps and Clark grins at him. Clark trails his free hand over Bruce’s hip to his shoulder, shifting onto his knees and kissing his way up. Bruce’s legs are draped over Clark’s arms, he’s stretched out and open and he knows he’ll be feeling that later. Clark lines his cock up and slowly starts pushing forward. Pleasure and pain slam down Bruce’s spine and a litany of ‘fucks’ falls from his mouth as he tries to breathe through the burning stretch.
Clark gently presses in and when he finally bottoms out Bruce is a moaning, shivering mess.
“Fuck, you're tight like this,” Clark says, sounding as wrecked as Bruce feels.
Bruce wraps his arms around Clark’s neck, pulling him down and mouths at his collarbone as he takes a second to calm down and adapt but once he’s settled he circles his hips experimentally, "Mmm I'm ready."
He's still not prepared when Clark pulls back and shallowly thrusts forward. He cries out, the stretch more pain than pleasure despite the prep. The second thrust is better, and by the fifth thrust pleasure overtakes the pain. Bruce can't seem to stop the involuntary twitches of his hips. He's full, it's too much and not enough, “I’m not gonna break, fuck me.”
Kal chuckles beneath him and Clark leans in, taking his mouth in a rough kiss.
“Okay.” He says as he readjusts his grip and thrusts forward, hard. Bruce cries out as Clark sinks even deeper into him.
They start an easy, slow rhythm, their thrusts slippery and stuttering at first before smoothing out. Kal’s thrusts upward are sharp and controlled, but Clark’s movements are slow and deep and Bruce can barely breathe through the onslaught of pleasure mixed with pain.
Clark looks down at him, eyes dark with lust, “Can you cum, just from this? From us fucking you open?”
“Yes,” Bruce breathes out as he clenches his muscles. Then when Clark pushes in, Bruce bears down, both their movements falter. He can see Clark is holding on by a thread and he’s sure Kal isn’t far behind.
“I thought you were training your stamina?” He pants out while he raises a sweaty brow.
Bruce grins at the sudden determined look on Clark’s face. He doesn’t catch it but somehow Clark and Kal are coordinating wordlessly, moving in tandem, their thrusts forcing the breath out of him, driving Bruce closer to the edge.
Twenty minutes later, somewhere in the back of his mind he acknowledges that he owes them an apology because they don’t seem to tire at all. He has one hand gripping Clark's shoulder tightly and the other is buried in Kal’s hair. The slick, wet noises are deafening in the near silent room. Clark is intensely focused just like Kal and Bruce can’t help the rather loud moans they force out of him with their ridiculously synchronised movements. Kal or Clark, or both tap his prostate and the fire explodes, pleasure rolls down his spine. He clamps down around them, screaming out in pleasure as his orgasm finally hits. Clark catches his mouth in a rough kiss, as Kal wraps his hand around Bruce’s cock, stroking him through his orgasm. Bruce shudders at the sensation, mewling softly into the kiss. Their thrusts are non-existent now, they just slowly roll their hips forward, driving Bruce absolutely mad. Clark breaks away and tracks a trail of scorching kisses to his shoulder, biting down just before he comes. Bruce shudders, clenching at the sudden burst of pain. Kal moans, biting down on his other shoulder as he follows them both over the edge.
It takes Bruce a long moment to come down from his orgasm, “That was ..” He stops, he doesn't actually have words for what that was at the moment, “something.”
Kal chuckles throatily, kissing the throbbing mark he left on Bruce’s shoulder.
“You marked him,” Clark notes.
“You marked him as well,” Kal states as he trails a finger over Clark’s handiwork
“I did, because he’s mine.” Clark tells him and Bruce rolls his eyes at the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice.
Bruce pulls him into a light kiss, “I’m yours. But as you proved over the last few weeks you can share.”
Clark eyes him for a moment before he slowly reaches out and pulls Kal into a kiss. Bruce’s cock twitches and Clark breaks the kiss, smirking, “Mmm is that another kink?”
“No.” Bruce huffs out as he pinches Clark’s side, wordlessly telling him to drop it. Clark smirks but is smart enough to shut up.
Kal laughs softly and tugs Bruce’s head to the side, kissing him, while Clark sucks a hickey just above his collarbone. They kiss lazily for long moments but eventually they break apart.
Clark slowly pulls out and strong hands lift him up. Kal’s cock slips out of his ass and Bruce gasps at the sensation of a hot mess of lube and cum sliding down his inner thighs. He lays down onto the bed and watches as Kal fishes a damp towel from beside the bed. After a quick clean up Bruce settles between his lovers with an exhausted smile. Kal is pressed up against his back while he’s draped over Clark’s chest. Bruce waits until he’s sure both of them are drifting when he whispers, ”You're both mine now.”
Fin