C.Kᴇɴᴛ/ᵖᵃʳᵒᵈʸ🖤💙

Clark doesn't feel a bite like a human, due to his impervious skin. But it still felt great.

He helps Bruce slide his wet jeans off, as he kisses him passionately.

"I don't question that at all."

Clark sighs softly, neck dropping back for more Bruce.

"As long as you enjoy it too."

His fingers deftly undo Bruce's wet jeans.

Clark takes Bruce's hand with a grin.

"If I didn't enjoy it, I wouldn't do it."

He feels Bruce's shirt off, tossing it aside, hands splayed over his chest.

"Besides, I get off hearing you... pleasing you."

"Sounding like that, I'd do anything for you."

Clark says in a deep voice.

Bruce was breathtaking- amd not just his physical form, but every moan, sigh, and gasp.

Clark chuckles at their heavy, wet clothes.

"It always looks sexier on tv."

He pulls Bruce in by his shirt, giving him a filthy kiss.

"We can get out of these clothes, if you want. Go warm up."

Clark smiles as he feels Bruce behind him, batter on his fingers as he finishes scooping out the batter.

He turns his head to kiss Bruce on the cheek, a soft chuckle at how happy Bruce makes him, nuzzling into his neck.

"So very possible, Mr. Wayne."

He pulls Bruce closer, his green eyes memorizing everything about Bruce's face.

"You're nothing short of wonderful."

"Not at all."

Clark laughs as Bruce gets in fully clothed.

"I love you more all the time."

"Oh I still need help."

He grins and offers his hand.

"I wouldn't want to slip in the tub or anything."

"In here."

He laughs as he sits up in the tub.

"Needed a bath too. Two birds and all that."

Or he was just awkward.

A crash then splash.

"Made it."

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Why haven't you already?

before putting the pan in the oven.

"Alright first batch in."

Clark puts the dirty dishes in the sink to soak.

"I won't forget your muffins."

Clark leans in to grab the muffin liners behind Bruce, coming close to his lips then pulling back to line the pan with colorful papers.

He mixes everything together, then fills each cup half full

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"I'd venture both at this point. How can I not?"

Clark adds a bit of flour back and smiles.

"Your handsomeness distracted me."

Clark laughs as he gets his comeuppance.

"Yes. Now . Now."

He brushes the bit of flour off Bruce's cheek, placing a kiss there instead.

Clark laughs as he tries to wipe off the flour, just spreading it across his forehead further.

"Now, now."

His eyes sparkle as he looks at Bruce, patting his cheek with the flour covered hand.

Clark is just happy to be spending time with Bruce

"Wait- there's something on your nose."

Clark acts like he sees something on the tip of his nose, only to brush flour across the end.

He grins then starts to mix the ingredients again.

"I think I got it."

Clark starts to measure out the ingredients, wet first then dry

"It's pretty straightforward. Mix the wet things together then add in dry."

He finds a big bowl to mix it all in.

Clark follows Bruce into the kitchen, then opens the cabinets to find ingredients.

"We need one big bowl and muffin tins."

Meanwhile he was finding the ingredients for the muffins and setting them together.

"Oh, would you like that?"

Clark nuzzles into Bruce's scruff, tickly but comforting.

"I might challenge you to the same."

Clark laughs softly.

that he needs to take time for himself.

But there's no one else he could imagine himself with. He feels like an equal instead of younger. Bruce always gives him the respect he deserves.

"Do you really think so?"

Clark laughs as he leans his head back for another kiss.

Clark hums softly at the hug and delightful kiss to his neck.

Bruce has moments he needs solitude during these times Clark doesn't mind giving Bruce his space. Clark knows Bruce has been through a lot of dark times and he doesn't mind

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"Oh, thank you."

He takes the apron and ties it on.

"The apron look is quite sexy on you."

His green eyes are especially bright as he disappears into the kitchen.

He already has his shirt off when he turns to Bruce for a kiss.

"Alright I'm gone."

Clark says playfully dropping more clothes as he turns the corner to their bedroom.

Lounge pants and a faded Fleetwood Mac tshirt are good enough to bake in.