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"Batman. I need to talk to you." Clark touches down almost soundlessly on the rooftop Batman is currently standing on, trying hard not to let his nerves show. He and the Bat of Gotham aren't exactly on friendly terms. Clark isn't really sure why, but Batman never relaxes in his presence. He rarely says a word and if he does it's always clipped, borderline angry. It's made even more difficult by the fact that Clark can't really get a handle on his scent. He knows he's an alpha, but there's some kind of distortion in his suit that makes any further identification impossible. Clark never knows what the other man is feeling.
Now isn't any different, because sure enough Batman's shoulders stiffen when he hears Clark's voice. "What", he barks and Clark suppresses a sigh. He doesn't know what he's done to deserve this, but he figures for some people his existence is enough of an insult. But Batman isn't usually a bigot. So it has to be something else.
"The Penguin was in Metropolis last night. I tracked him through the city and it seems he's trying to expand his operations. I thought it'd be best to let you know."
Which is only partially true. Clark is pretty damn sure he could handle the Penguin alone. He just still hasn't given up hope he can convince Batman he isn't a bad person, that they can work together and do it well. Maybe even become friends.
The thing is, Clark actually likes the Bat, (a lot) at least when he's not actively being hostile towards him. Clark is a simple man at heart and seeing Batman keep lollipops and toys in the hidden pockets of his suit to give out to scared children? How he gives them piggyback rides, sings for them if they want and actually smiles? It's enough to melt Clark's heart. Alphas aren't usually good with kids. A lot of them seem to think it's beneath them. Omega work, they'll say, which always pisses Clark off.
Anyway, the point is, it's obvious Batman would do anything for kids. And the first time Clark saw him flash his dimples at a toddler, while debating the pros and cons of the characters of a kids TV show with another kid after pulling them out of a collapsed building, Clark was a goner.
So maybe he has a bit of a crush on the man. Honestly, who can blame him? If only the feeling was mutual…
"I'll handle it", rumbles Batman with the barest flash of his teeth, fists clenched at his side, jolting Clark back to the present. He scowls, biting down on a growl. Posturing in front of Batman will only make things worse, but instincts are a hard thing to ignore and he can't quite keep his irritation out of his scent.
"No. If you want to be involved, we do this together. As you're always kind enough to point out, Metropolis is my city. I'm just letting you know as a courtesy. If you want to work together, meet me at the abandoned lighthouse on the Metropolis Waterfront tomorrow at dusk."
Clark doesn't wait for Batman's answer - contrary to what Lois thinks he isn't actually a masochist - and swiftly flies back to his apartment. He needs to go over his intel again before tomorrow. It would be a shame not to write an article about Penguin's arrest.
And maybe he needs to jerk off, too.
Clark circles the lighthouse twice before touching down on the platform at the top. Batman is already there. "Fill me in", growls the Bat as soon as Clark's feet touch the concrete, arms crossed as he stares out across the bay towards Gotham. As if he's already regretting leaving its boundaries. Which he probably does.
Clark suppresses a sigh and does his best to ignore his instincts that tell him to put the other alpha in his place, to make him submit. "Good evening to you too, Batman. I appreciate you wanting to work together."
As predicted, Batman bares his teeth at Clark. Clark doesn't know what it is about him that sets Batman so on edge, but for some reason the other alpha is vibrating with tension whenever he gets near.
There's no sense in pondering that now, however, so Clark quickly gives Batman a rundown of everything he's learned about Penguin's operations, ending with, "There's still something I don't know, though. Cobblepot couldn't have done all of this alone, not in this time frame. He has to work with someone here in the city, but I couldn't figure out who."
Batman just grunts, something almost thoughtful to the set of his mouth. It's not that Clark expected him to say much - he never really does - but he did think it'd be more than 'hm'. He resists the urge to pull out his hair and instead indicates the warehouse they'll be raiding tonight. A gesture that includes the suggestion that Batman should take point. It's not often that Superman does this kind of work. He usually responds to other types of emergencies. Batman does this all the time. It only makes sense to let him take the lead, which he does by spreading his cape and diving off of the lighthouse, soundlessly gliding towards the row of warehouses nearby.
Clark is fascinated by the sight. It looks so graceful, takes a great deal of strength and coordination to pull off and just being able to fly next to someone makes his heart soar.
Maybe it's no wonder he's developed a bit of a crush on the other vigilante, despite his standoffish attitude. Obviously, Clark knows nothing's going to come of this. Even if Batman liked him for some reason, they're both alphas and that is still a very big taboo.
Shaking the thoughts off, Clark focuses on the mission at hand. There's no sense dwelling on something that'll never happen, but if he - late at night, in the safety of his own home - fantasizes about what it would be like to pin Batman down and slowly use his mouth and his fingers to open him up until he's ready to take Clark's knot… well that is his business.
As it turns out, the person supporting Penguin is none other than Lex Luthor. Which isn't that much of a surprise in the end, but it does complicate things quite a bit.
Especially, because the two of them have somehow managed to manufacture kryptonite bullets. And while Clark is fast enough to dodge them - most of them, there are a few scrapes along his arms and legs - the close proximity to the kryptonite is still starting to take its toll. He is getting slower.
They really need to end this fight now.
Just as he's thinking that, a slew of batarangs comes from above where Batman has stayed hidden so far, hitting the goons' hands with deadly precision, causing them to drop their guns. They'd agreed beforehand that it would be best for Clark to draw the attention so that Batman could sneak around and gather evidence. Now it's doubly lucky no one knew Batman was there. The surprise gives them the edge they need to knock out and round up all the goons, leaving only Luthor and Cobblepot still standing.
"It's over, Cobblepot. You don't stand a chance. Just come quietly", growls Batman and Clark has to suppress a shiver. That voice… God, he wants to bring Batman to his knees so bad.
"It's only over when I say it's over, Batman!", exclaims Luthor and the next few seconds happen in slow-motion for Clark. Luthor pulls out a revolver, points it directly at Batman's heart and Clark doesn't think. He can't think. Instinct is suddenly all he is as a protective fury roars to life within him, forcing him to acknowledge that his little crush on Batman might be a little more substantial than that.
Within the blink of an eye he's in front of Luthor, grabbing his arm and squeezing, making him drop his gun. Still Luthor is grinning and a second later, Clark knows why. Penguin has a gun as well and he doesn't hesitate to fire it at Clark. It's only thanks to another batarang that the aim is off and the bullet hits Clark's shoulder instead of his head.
Fire spreads out from the wound, down Clark's arm, into his chest, his side... It's getting hard to breathe, sweat is beading on his brow as his vision swims and Clark realizes the bullet is still embedded in his flesh. It takes all of his concentration, all of his will-power, not to loosen his grip on Luthor. He's dimly aware of Batman tying up the Penguin. He'll only have to hold out for a few more seconds, but he doesn’t know if he can.
"Superman!", he hears Batman shout and then everything goes dark.
When Superman comes to, the first thing he notices is the warmth surrounding him. It feels like he's lying in the sun. His suit is gone and he can hear the quiet chirping and movement of hundreds of animals close by.
"Master Bruce, I think our guest is awake", a man with a British accent says and then footsteps are coming closer. Clark blinks his eyes open, still tired and disoriented, but surprisingly not in pain.
When he opens his eyes, the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is hovering over him, blue eyes fixed on Clark's arm, where he was shot. When exactly was that? Clark has no idea how long he was out.
"How are you feeling?", asks the man and Clark feels his pulse spike. That is Batman's voice. Taking a deep breath, scenting the air, he realizes he must be in Batman's home. Everything here is drenched in the other alpha's scent, suddenly overwhelmingly strong and distinct, so sweet, and heat curls in Clark's belly. Batman is showing him his face and has let him into his personal space. For a man as paranoid as him that is such a huge step that Clark doesn't know what to say.
"Batman?", asks Clark, still not really sure he believes that the vision of a man in front of him really is the man he has come to love. The alpha's full lips pull down into a frown.
"Obviously. Now answer my question. Is there any lingering pain in your arm? Nausea? Dizziness?"
With every second he lies under the sun lamp - Clark realizes now that that's the source of the warmth - he feels better, stronger, more like himself and his instincts are screaming at him to lunge for Batman - Bruce - and bring him to his knees, breed him. Clark doesn't know why his wires are crossed like that, but surrounded by the other alpha's scent as he is, it's almost all he can think about. The sun lamps aren't helping. Lounging in the sun always makes him a little horny.
Instead of holding Bruce down and swallowing his cock, however, Clark focuses on answering the question.
"I'm surprisingly well, thanks to you. Another couple of minutes in the sun and I'm as good as new. Seriously, thank you, Bat– Bruce. You saved me back there." Clark stumbles a little over the name, but it just feels weird calling Bruce anything else but his given name now that he can look into those dark blue eyes. It feels wrong somehow, too impersonal, and all Clark wants to do right now is get closer. The sun's heat is seeping under his skin and he feels his cock twitch.
Oh God. He needs to get out of here before he does something stupid, doesn't he?
Clearing his throat he pushes up into a sitting position and only now realizes that he is completely naked. He already knew his suit is gone, but he assumed the fabric he feels against his legs are pants. He is wrong. It's just a thin sheet that separates his rapidly heating skin from the open air around him.
Bruce doesn't say anything. He just stands next to the cot and stares at Clark, arms crossed. Clark clears his throat. "Where is my suit?"
Bruce clenches his fists, snarling. "Don't you ever do anything that stupid ever again! I had the situation under control. There was no need for you to endanger yourself like that, Superman–"
"It's Clark", he interrupts Bruce's rant, unable to contain a smile in the face of Bruce's obvious worry. Bruce cares about him. All this time Clark thought he was a nuisance at best, but here Bruce is, smelling upset and a little bit scared, lecturing Clark about being careful. He cares. The thought makes Clark feel warmer than the sun ever could. "My name is Clark Kent. And we both know you would have done the same in my position, Bruce. I will be more careful, but you have to know I will never let anything happen to you if I can help it. You're too important to me."
Is Clark imagining things or is Bruce a little flustered by his admission? His cheeks look a little rosy. It's probably just a trick of the light.
"I appreciate that sentiment very much, Master Kent. Now I must insist that you stay for breakfast. You are our guest of honor." It's only now that Clark remembers there's another person in the room with them. It's a little embarrassing how obsessed he is with Bruce. Looking around, Clark's eyes land on an older man in a suit, standing near a bank of computers.
"Thank you. Of course I'll stay if it's alright with Bruce, Mister…?" The man meets Clark's eyes, a small, pleased smile on his lips. "You may call me Alfred. And if Master Bruce knows what is good for him, he won't object. Now if you'll excuse me, Master Kent, I am going to make the necessary arrangements."
Clark watches as Alfred turns around and climbs a staircase at the far end of the room. Only now does it even occur to him to take in his surroundings. He'd been too captivated by the sight of Bruce and even now he feels his body hone in on the other alpha. His heartbeat is a steady drum in Clark's ear, his scent is filling his nose and Clark is just so aware of him. In a way he's never quite experienced before.
To distract himself he lets his gaze roam the cave-like structure around him, taking in the bats hanging from the ceiling, the Batmobile parked a few feet away, near a tunnel that likely leads to an exit. There's a training area laid out with mats, weights and various other equipment. Next to that is a sort of locker room and a small kitchenette and Clark is currently sitting on a cot in what seems to be the medbay.
While Clark is looking around, Bruce just stands beside him, still as a statue, face unreadable and stares at him. After a moment, Clark meets his eyes with a nervous smile. "You know I can leave if you want me to, right? I mean I would hate to offend Alfred, but I've already forced you to reveal your identity tonight. I'll leave, if you want me to. I'd just rather not fly out of here naked."
Bruce's impassive expression turns into a frown. "Don't be ridiculous. I would never hear the end of it. And you didn't force me to do anything. I could've removed the bullet anywhere. I just… thought it was time."
For some reason Clark gets the feeling that's not what Bruce meant to say, but he doesn’t comment. "Well thank you in any case and I just want you to know your secret is safe with me."
"I know."
Is that a smile on Bruce's face? Oh God. Clark's heart actually stutters at the sight. It softens Bruce's features in a way that is way too alluring. The arousal that has been simmering in Clark's stomach since he first laid eyes on Bruce tonight only grows stronger and he feels his body start to react.
He clears his throat uncomfortably aware that Bruce can probably smell him. "Could you give me my clothes? I'm not shy, but somehow I don't think Alfred would appreciate it if I sat down at the breakfast table naked."
Bruce's fingers twitch where they rest on his own biceps - he still has his arms crossed - and a moment later the faintest traces of lust hit Clark's sensitive nose. His higher brain functions immediately shut down, a growl starting up in his chest.
Bruce's eyes go wide and Clark hears the breath hitch in his throat as the scent of his arousal thickens. Clark breathes in deep and the urge to pull Bruce into his arms is nearly unbearable. There's no way Bruce doesn't notice the way Clark's cock is tenting the sheet over his lap or the scent of his own arousal cloying up the air around them, mixing with Bruce's to create a mouthwatering aroma.
"Tell me if you don't want this", orders Clark - and it is an order. His voice is full of alpha command and the growl is still vibrating in his chest. He expects Bruce to recoil, to bare his teeth and react with typical alpha aggression like every other man in his position would.
But he doesn’t.
He actually bares his throat, shoulders lowering and lids growing heavy. Clark's heart starts to race and he feels like his body is being set on fire. Bruce is submitting to him. He's… does that mean…?
"Use your words." Clark barely recognizes his own voice. He sounds more animal than anything else. A shudder wracks Bruce's body. "I want you", he says, but there's a hesitation to him, an uncertain air that has Clark's protective instincts flaring up.
"Bruce", he warns and grabs the other alpha's wrist to tug him closer. He lifts Bruce's chin and forces him to meet Clark's eyes. "Tell me what's wrong."
Bruce squirms in his grip, heart galloping underneath Clark's fingertips, but he doesn't try to pull away. If anything, he presses himself into the contact. And still there is so much tension in him. Clark desperately wants to make him relax, take care of him, pamper him.
I don't… I just… I want… " Bruce exhales sharply. "I'm not really what you'd call a normal alpha. I like being told what to do, to be taken care of. I want to submit. I'm not aggressive. I know that's not what most alpha's are looking for when they're with another alpha, but that's… that's just not me."
For a moment, Clark is speechless as lust burns through his body, settling hot and heavy in his stomach. It seems Bruce really is each and every one of his fantasies rolled into one. Unable to hold back any longer, he moves his hand to the back of Bruce's neck and uses the grip to pull him into a passionate kiss. His other arm wraps around Bruce's waist, pulling him close. "Then let me take care of you", he murmurs against Bruce's lips.
Clark can hear a whine building in Bruce's throat and the sound is like music to his ears. "Please", Bruce says and within seconds Clark has their positions reversed. The sheet flutters uselessly to the floor as Clark stands between Bruce's spread legs.
The jogging pants Bruce wears don't leave anything to the imagination and they both moan as their erections press against each other, hot and heavy and like everything Clark's dreamed of for so long.
They kiss, their lips meeting over and over again, wetly sliding against each other, and Clark takes his time undressing Bruce even though everything in him wants to just rip his clothes off to get to the skin beneath. But more than anything he wants to make this good for Bruce, wants him to fully surrender himself to the pleasure Clark is giving him. So he takes his time. Caresses every inch of skin he reveals with gentle fingers, lets his lips and tongue follow his hands until Bruce is blissfully naked and whining, so high and needy it makes Clark dizzy with desire.
Bruce is squirming on the cot, cock leaking, just like Clark's, and their precome mixes stickily between them. Clark is certain he could get off on the scent alone. Having Bruce, a powerful alpha in his own right, so sweet and pliant beneath him… allowing Clark to do whatever he wants with him. It satisfies Clark's alpha instincts like nothing else, like no omega ever could, because Bruce is making a conscious decision to do this. He's trusting Clark against every one of his instincts.
"You're perfect, Bruce", he breathes, a pleased growl stuck in his throat, as his lips close around Bruce's nipple and suck, tongue playing with the sensitive bud. Bruce keens, throws his head back and clutches at Clark's shoulders, tries to pull him in even closer.
"So beautiful, so good for me, Bruce. Just let go."
"Clark!" God he sounds so good like this. All desperate and waiting for Clark to do something about it. Smiling into the flesh of Bruce's chest, Clark licks his way to his other nipple, placing little bites to his firm pecs.
"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this? I've been dreaming about taking you apart, B, piece by piece, for ages."
Bruce arches into Clark's touches, moaning. "Me too", he breathes. "I've wanted that for so long, Clark. I want you so bad."
Fuck. The words go straight to Clark's twitching cock and he crowds closer into Bruce's space, hips forcing Bruce's legs further apart as he ruts against him, rubs their cocks together. The cot creaks ominously under their combined weight.
Chuckling, Clark leans his forehead against Bruce's. "Maybe we should take this to a bed. I don't think this cot is made for two grown men."
Bruce laughs breathlessly. "Second floor, third door on the right."
Barely thirty seconds later, Clark lays a gasping Bruce down on top of his black satin sheets and the enticing scent clinging to them wafts up to greet his sensitive nose. Clark's eyes close in bliss and he takes a moment to savor the uncharacteristically sweet alpha scent that is so intrinsically Bruce.
When Clark opens his eyes again, Bruce is staring up at him, biting his lip as he lets his gaze travel the length of Clark's body. He's on his back, throat bared, with his knees bent and slightly parted, fists curled into the sheets. His skin is flushed, chest heaving and his swollen erection, smeared with precome, lies proud against his flat stomach.
Mine, Clark thinks viciously, overcome by the need to own Bruce completely. He's all mine.
"On your hands and knees", he orders, licking his lips. Bruce obeys without hesitation, presents his perfect ass for Clark to do with as he pleases. It's almost too much.
"Look at you", murmurs Clark and lets his hands stroke over the curves of Bruce's cheeks and starts to knead them, enjoying the feel of them in his hands. "You were made for me, weren't you? You're mine, Bruce. God, I can't wait to be inside you."
"What are you waiting for?", gasps Bruce impatiently and pushes into Clark's touch, demanding more, and before Clark knows what he's doing, he's already delivering a firm slap to each cheek. Bruce cries out, the scent of his arousal intensifying, and with immense satisfaction Clark watches the skin redden beneath his fingers.
"You don't make the rules here, B. I will breed you when I say you're ready, not a minute sooner. Understood?"
Bruce moans, his dick twitches at the word 'breed' and more precome drops onto the mattress below. Grinning, Clark uses his grip to spread Bruce open, exposing his pretty little hole.
"That what you want, Bruce? For me to fuck you full of pups? Breed you like a pretty omega?" Clark leans in, lets his breath ghost over Bruce's sensitive flesh and relishes in the spike of Bruce's heartbeat, the way his scent turns thick and cloying with lust and want, to the point where Clark can taste it on his tongue.
"Say it, B. Do you want me to knot you?" Clark nips at the skin where Bruce's thigh meets his ass and Bruce keens, squirming on the bed. "Yes! God, yes Clark. I want it!"
Clark groans and has to grip the base of his cock firmly to keep himself from coming right then and there. He's dreamed about this. More times than he can count. It's everything he wants and more.
"Then let's get you good and ready for me."
He doesn't wait for Bruce to reply. Instead, he licks a broad stripe over Bruce's hole, moaning at the taste. He hears Bruce's breath hitch and suddenly the last vestiges of Clark's control snap. A growl vibrates in his chest and he dives forward, holding Bruce open with his hands, preventing him from moving so much as an inch as he licks and sucks and bites at the tender ring of muscle until it's dripping with his saliva.
Bruce is clawing at the sheets and when Clark carefully screws first one, then two, then three fingers into Bruce, he sobs, calling Clark's name over and over and over again. Watching Bruce's body yield to his, hearing him shout his pleasure, pleading for Clark's knot, the air filled with the mixed scents of their arousal… It's too much and in the blink of an eye, he's on top of Bruce. His cock is pressed against Bruce's entrance, ready to push in, his teeth are buried in Bruce's shoulder, right next to the bonding gland and he's holding Bruce's hands on top of the mattress, effectively pinning him to the bed.
"Mine", he growls into the bleeding skin of Bruce's shoulder and barely recognizes his own voice. "My perfect little Alpha."
Bruce shudders violently, a high-pitched whine escaping his throat. "Yes! I'm yours. Please, alpha, please!", he babbles and it's a power trip in its own right to have reduced the usually so eloquent and put-together Batman to this. He's so incredibly beautiful like this and Clark feels privileged to be allowed to experience it.
"So good for me", rumbles Clark and intertwines his fingers with Bruce's as he slowly starts to push in. Warm, wet heat envelopes his cock and it takes everything in him to control his pace and not just thrust home in one go.
Sweat drips down Clark's back as he finally bottoms out and Bruce grips Clark's hands so tight his fingers would probably break if he were human.
With a growl he rolls his hips forward. Pleasure immediately zings up his spine, intense and bright, and Bruce screams, pressing back into Clark as best as he can.
Clark sets a punishing rhythm, slow and hard and deep. Bruce whines and cries and clings to Clark's hands like his life depends on it and it isn't long before Clark feels his knot start to form. It catches on Bruce's rim and Bruce begins to make these punched-out little sounds that drive Clark absolutely insane.
He tries to pull his hand out of Bruce's - to get it around the other alphas cock, because Clark isn't going to last much longer - but Bruce makes a distressed sound and holds on tighter.
Eyes squeezed shut, Clark drops his head onto Bruce's shoulder. "I'm not gonna last, Bruce", he pants, never slowing his thrusts - he can't. Bruce feels absolutely amazing and Clark's blood is boiling in his veins and the pressure keeps on building and building.
"Like this! I want– please, Clark. Just like this. I'm so close!"
Bruce sounds wrecked, his words punctuated by whimpers and that's it. Clark is at his limit. Curling over Bruce's body, he thrusts in one last time and feels his knot inflating until he can't pull out anymore while his seed pumps into Bruce's belly.
Bruce squirms and Clark grinds his hips into him as best as he can while littering Bruce's shoulders and neck with little bites and open-mouthed kisses, carefully avoiding the bonding gland, even if all he wants right now is to sink his teeth into it. His head is spinning, his orgasm was so intense that it feels like it's still going on and all he can think about is that he needs Bruce to come as well. He wants to see it, smell it, wants to feel Bruce clench around him while he holds his knot in his hands … Clark curses, grinding in harder. Bruce is so tight around him. It's almost too much.
Clark loves every second of it.
"Come on, B. Come for me– ah! Can't you feel it? Can't you feel my knot stretching you? Keeping you in place, filling you with my seed? You're such a good Alpha, so good, letting me breed you like this. You're doing so well, Bruce, just let– just let go."
And Bruce does. He whines, his hole clenching tightly around Clark, and suddenly the scent of his come fills the air. Clark breathes in deep and licks over Bruce's binding gland. He can't help it. It's as if all Bruce's been waiting for is Clark's permission to come and the thought is so hot, so erotic, Clark doesn't know what to do with himself. He feels his cock twitch violently as more come dribbles out and into Bruce's waiting body.
It takes them a while to catch their breath and after a moment, Clark carefully maneuvers them onto their sides, so that he's spooning Bruce, one arm pillowed beneath his head and the other loosely wrapped around his sizable knot.
Clark never wants to leave.
Eventually, though, his knot starts to go down and Bruce begins to squirm in his arms. Clark swallows. Knowing Bruce, he has about two minutes before that brain of his is fully operational and in work mode again. So it's probably now or never.
He clears his throat. "Would you… would you like to go out with me sometime?"
Bruce tilts his head back to look at Clark, a soft smile on his pretty face. Clark still can't believe he's actually allowed to see it. "Do you really need to ask, Clark? This… you don't know what this means to me. I've never– No one ever allowed me to–"
"I understand, B. I - it's the same for me, actually. At least with other alphas. But it's not just about the sex. I really like you. I'd like to see where this can go."
"... Me too." Bruce's voice is so quiet, Clark isn't sure he'd be able to hear it, if he didn't have enhanced senses. But he definitely heard it and his heart swells. "Are you sure you want to date Bruce Wayne, though? I do have a reputation and there would be public scrutiny, there's no avoiding that if we don't want to sneak around", Bruce adds and Clark feels his brain freeze. Bruce– Bruce Wayne? Oh God, of course! No wonder Bruce seemed so familiar. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
"You didn't recognize me." It's not a question. Bruce can probably read the answer clear as day on his face. Clark groans and hides his face in Bruce's neck. "I might have rambled about how attractive you are to a coworker of mine once or twice. Or a lot. She will be so smug."
The tension drains out of Bruce's shoulders again and he laughs. "We better make it worth it then", he says and pets Clark's thigh.
"You already did." Clark tenderly presses his lips to Bruce's neck and Bruce sighs, content. Like it doesn't bother him at all how Clark's seed is dripping out of him, warm and sticky between their bodies. Like he's just content to stay in Clark's arms.
Oh yeah, this is definitely worth every smug look Lois is going to send his way.