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“Oh Mr.Wayne are you ok?” Clark asked as he caught the man in front of him from falling. “I am now thank you.” Bruce replied as he used Clarks arms to steady himself until he was standing up right again in the ballroom.
“I never realized how muscular your arms are. Do you work out?” Bruce asked, running his hands up Clarks arms leaving a trail of heat in the wake of his hands. “I try to keep in shape.” Clark replied, rubbing his hand against the nape of his neck with a small smile. “Well you do a very good job” Bruce said in a vaguely flirty tone as he slowly moved out of the way of a passing server in the ballroom where the charity gala was being held. “Well thank you Mr.Wayne.” Clark replied, the tips of his slightly pointy ears turning a light shade of pink. “Please call me Bruce Mr.Kent” Bruce said, grabbing a drink off of the tray of a passing server. “If I’m going to call you Bruce then please call me Clark” Clark replied with a smile. “Of course Clark” Bruce replied, taking a sip of his drink while maintaining eye contact with the taller man.
The two men stumbled as they entered Bruce’s bedroom, their lips not leaving the others. Bruce let out a low moan into Clark's mouth as the taller male slid his hands under the shorter man's shirt mapping out his torso before removing the shorter male’s shirt completely. As Clark’s hands roamed Bruce’s back Clark was engulfed in the way he smelled, like a cedar with hints of caramel. As Bruce undid Clark’s shirt Clark started kissing up Bruce’s jawline eliciting a low groan from the shorter man. Bruce cupped the back of Clark’s neck with one hand while the other made its way into the taller male's hair, softly tugging at it as the taller man made his way down the shorter male’s neck alternating between biting, licking, and kissing. Clark was careful not to break the bed as he allowed himself to fall onto the bed as Bruce undid his belt and pants.
When Clark woke up the next morning he was surprised to see that Bruce was already up. “Good morning” Clark mumbled half asleep into the pillow, his eyes barely open. “Good morning,” Bruce replied, putting the book he was reading down on his nightstand. “Did you know that you look alot like Superman without your glasses on?” Bruce asked, turning slightly to face the half asleep man. “That makes sense since I am superman” Clark answered not realising what he had said. “You’re Superman?” Bruce asked, wanting to make sure he wasn't hearing things. “Mhm.” Clark replied, pulling himself closer to Bruce.