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Kal-El pushed Bruce back onto the bed. His chest heaved with his frustration at the night's events. What should have been fun and entertaining had turned into something more.
“That other person was hitting on you,” Kal-El grumbled, each loop of his belt snapping as he ripped them through.
“Yeah but I didn't say anything back,” Bruce tried to cajole him, unsure what to do with this fury.
Kal-El knew he was being unreasonable. It wasn't Bruce's fault he was a tall and well built man, looking like an oversized puppy lost and afraid. Anyone would want to scoop him up. It was why he had taken to him so keenly.
“But you also didn't correct them,” he grumbled as he bared down on the larger man.
He shouldn't be intimidating, shouldn't be able to over power this bear of a man. But he did.
“I thought you wanted us to stay a secret?” Bruce hissed back.
Kal-El knew he wasn't scared of him. Bruce was trying to sooth his anger, unsure of where it was coming from. Again, not Bruce's fault. This was exactly what he had asked for.
Damn him.
“That doesn't mean you have to let people hit on you!”
He yanked his pants down, the stark white tighty whities of Bruce's underwear a contrast to the dark colored sheets. He was a practical man, would buy the variety pack from a big store and keep them in rotation until he needed to go out and buy the same exact package from the same exact store.
“I don't know why you're mad?” Bruce asked, but didn't do anything to stop Kal-El as he tore his underwear off.
The rip was music to his ears.
“I don't want you to ever forget we're together," he admitted, his insecurity from tonight seeping out. He didn't really let that sit as the implication, though. Instead of it sounding like he feared Bruce would forget about him, he made it sound like it was Bruce's fault. He said it like a vengeful God, about to teach his supplicants a lesson.
Kal-El took Bruce's large cock into his mouth, slurping it up as he got down on his knees. He used his arms as a vice as he held down Bruce's hips. The man was prone to fidgeting, especially as he came close to finishing.
Kal-El wanted to make sure he had total control over the other.
Bruce came alive in his mouth in no time, hardening and hitting the back of his throat.
“Kal,” he panted. His confusion turned to desire.
He was not overly large in length, about average, but what he lacked for in inches he made up in girth. It was almost too much for him to choke down.
Kal loved the challenge, and Bruce loved to hear him choke on it.
Already Bruce's hips were trying to rut up, his breathing uneven and heart hammering in his ear. Kal-El used his hearing to even attune himself to his pulsing blood, making sure to stop right when-
“What?” Bruce barked, head jerking up as he looked down his chest to the dark haired man between his legs.
“Not yet, B. I need you to remember not to let someone else make a pass at you.”
Bruce was staring at him in disbelief, but before he could get a word in Kal went back to sucking. He bottomed out on Bruce a few times, humming to increase the sensation. Bruce would be aching right now, having been denied one orgasm already. His second was bubbling up to the surface already after just moments of work.
He was taking a sick kind of pleasure in this. It was unbelievably satisfying knowing that he could get Bruce so worked up so quickly. The man was a myth here, hard and unbreakable. An unknowable entity that stalked those worst off in their world. But to him, to Kal-El alone, he was coming undone.
“Please,” Bruce begged as Kal pulled back yet again. He didn't fully stop, though, one hand playing lightly with the tip of his cock. He could taste the salt on his lips from Bruce coming so close again.
“You want to cum?” he teases, his voice lilting from the game he was playing.
Bruce rubbed hands over his face, as if he was trying to wipe the frustration of being denied off.
“Yes, Kal, please.”
Kal took him back into his mouth, working with real vigor this time. One hand still belting down his hips, the other wove around the mattress to his cheeks. Taking some of the saliva that was trailing down his balls, Kal teased his hole open enough to slip a finger in.
“Kal,” Bruce groned from the added pressure.
He pumped in an out, matching his finger fucking with his head bobs.
“Kal, fuck.” Bruce fished his hands in his hair, pulled his head up and down to prevent him from stopping this time.
He allowed it, if only because it was his intention this time all along. Bruce's grip was strong. He was a force of his own, and it wasn't often that he showed that prowess to him, especially in this setting.
His sweet crime alley boy, so desperate to be soft in anyway he could.
Kal-El hollowed out his cheeks as Bruce pushed him down one more time, cock hitting the back of his throat as he gagged on it. He hooked his finger at the same time, scratching that delightful spot.
Bruce turned his head from side to side, mewling as he came into Kal's mouth. He took it all in, swallowing it right into his throat as he did so.
Having finished, entirely spent, Kal climbed on top of him, grasping his hands in his own.
“I think it's time we let everyone else know.”