Under-negotiated Lifestyle

by Necronoomycon (ao3)

Chapter 1: Kal

“Bruuuce~” Kal singsonged as he landed inside the cave. Five days and thirteen hours. That’s the amount of time he’d been away from Earth on an intergalactic diplomatic mission. It had gone well in Kal’s eyes. Less so in the eyes of the other planet’s residents.

More importantly, it was the amount of time he’d been away from his husband.

He walked with a skip in his step as he approached the chair. He’d heard from Wonder Woman that Bruce had been huddling himself up in the cave again. He was a hard-working bat, but Kal really missed him when he was like that, even on normal days.

Bruce didn’t respond, and Kal walked all the way up next to the chair to peek down at him. He was wearing the suit, cowl pulled on. Kal loved that look. Tight latex stretching across the expanses of Bruce’s body, the shiny material catching the light of the computer monitors just right to emphasize all his muscles.

“I’m home,” Kal said, leaning against the chair. His fingers were tingling with the need to get his hands on Bruce, but there was still a meeting at the Watchtower to get through. In fact, he was here to bring his bat with him.

“There’s still lots to be done,” Bruce argued.

Kal reached out to run a finger along Bruce’s jaw. The slight rise in Bruce’s heart rate made Kal know he was having the desired effect. He leaned in closer. “Stand.”

Bruce shivered and pushed the chair back so he could stand up.

“Good boy,” Kal purred and scooped Bruce up in his arms before he sat down in the chair. The other Lords could wait a bit for them. Bruce fit so perfectly on his lap, head tucked under Kal’s chin, his long legs swung over the armrest. “You’re always busy. I haven’t gotten to see you for almost a week.”

Bruce turned his head to nuzzle his face against Kal’s neck, betraying how he really felt. His bat used to love pretending he didn’t need anyone, but he was so easy to read by now. Fortunately, there was nothing Kal loved more in the world than to give it to him.

“I’ve been working on some new high-tech material that might be used for defensive measures," Bruce said. Kal chuckled. It was so typical of Bruce. There was no need for defense measures anymore. He supposed you could take crime out of Gotham, but you could never convince the Bat it wasn’t really there.

“Always a busy little bat,” Kal hummed, fingers circling Bruce’s waist. “Go on, then. Finish your little contingency plans.”

He helped Bruce shift their position till he could sit astride Kal’s lap, back pressed to Kal’s chest, cape hanging over the side of the chair. Bruce started typing something on the keyboard again, and Kal absentmindedly looked at the screen and various graphs, chin resting on Bruce’s shoulder. He quickly decided it was very boring, especially when he had a more exciting point of interest in his lap. He squeezed Bruce’s waist a bit. The tapping of Bruce’s fingers on the keyboard stuttered to a halt for a moment before it resumed.

Kal turned his head and kissed Bruce’s jaw, hand sliding down to press against Bruce’s crotch. The tapping did not stop this time, but the bat couldn’t hide anything from the Kryptonian. The small tremble running through Bruce’s body before he grew taut, trying to suppress it. An ever so soft gasp escaped his lips as Kal rubbed his thumb against the head of his cock through the tight latex trapping his erection against his body.

“You’re supposed to be working, aren’t you?” Kal purred to his ear when Bruce’s hands stopped their senseless typing, fingers gripping tight on the desk. “Or am I distracting you?”

“Only a little,” Bruce said, his voice coming out just a bit breathless. “I’m fine. I need- Kal, just give me ten minutes.”

Kal looked at the clock in the corner of the Batcomputer’s screen. 21:25. The meeting was scheduled for 21:30. “Acceptable,” he said anyway. “Proceed.”

Kal really did try to keep his hands off him. Yeah, okay, he didn’t, but he didn’t think he could really be blamed for this. He closed his fingers around the bulge of Bruce’s cock, rubbing his full length through the thin rubber. Bruce’s leg kicked up, slamming against the desk, and Kal laughed.

His own cock was hard against Bruce’s ass, but he was happy to ignore that for now, instead focusing his attention on Bruce’s chest. He pressed a thumb against one of Bruce’s nipples to rub at it. The latex didn’t hide anything when it got hard under Kal’s finger, and he tugged at it, getting rewarded with a choked groan.

“You’re so easy, Bruce,” he hummed. Bruce didn’t respond. That was fine. Kal didn’t need him to talk.

When Bruce came, it was with a gasp and Kal’s name on his lips. Kal kissed his cheek. It was 21:35, and Kal reached to turn the computer off. Bruce was too lost in the afterglow to protest more.

Bruce was sitting perfectly still during the meeting. The rest of the Lords were overjoyed to see the bat actually leave the cave for once. Kal let them have their fill, asking Bruce what he was working on and if there were any new developments on the way for the Watchtower. Bruce kept the answers short and concise. No one seemed upset that they were already starting this meeting fifteen minutes late.

At every moment of quiet, Bruce’s attention fell back on Kal.

Good, because Kal’s attention was well occupied by his husband as well. He couldn’t wait to play with him again once they were home.

The meeting went very smoothly. With Bruce moderating it, they quickly went through all the bullet points. Kal supposed Bruce couldn’t wait to get home either.

They had their debriefing of the intergalactic mission. The inhabitants had been resistant to the Lords’ proposition of a protection treaty, but Kal had eventually convinced them of the necessity once he’d demonstrated the power the Lords were in possession of.

They discussed new laws that needed to be put in place on Earth.

Modifications to the Watchtower Weapons System.

The addition of a pool table to the foyer to boost security guard morale.

Improved sleeping quarters for overnight stays. Kal was very pleased with that one.

“That is all. Any questions?” Bruce asked.

Of course they had questions. They always did. Kal didn’t care. He just rested his head on his palm as he looked at Bruce. That was about the only positive about this meeting.

When the Lords finally filtered out of the meeting room, it left Bruce and Kal alone again. The tense posture of Bruce’s shoulders finally dropped.

Kal stood up, and Bruce followed suit, shifting closer to him and pulling the cape tighter around himself. Kal put his arm around Bruce’s waist, letting it rest against his lower back under the cape, and led him out of the room. They didn’t meet any of the other Lords on their way to the zeta tubes, and the guards knew better than to stare too long at their bosses. Bad performance reviews were not tolerated.

Bruce was shivering in Kal’s arms from the cold as they flew over the barren icy landscape below. He held him a bit tighter against his chest, hoping to give him some of his own Kryptonian body warmth. His poor little bat.

He landed in front of the Fortress’ entrance, and the doors opened. There was no need for any security measures anymore to keep people out, even if Bruce might disagree with him on that front. Always so worrisome. But who in their right mind would challenge Kal?

He carried Bruce inside, greeted by the booming voice of Jor-El wishing them welcome. Kal didn’t wait up. He just turned to the bedroom. It seemed he and Bruce spent most of their time in here.

The bedroom was sparsely decorated. He only had eyes for one thing when anyway. He carried Bruce to the bed and sat him down on the soft Egyptian cotton sheets—picked and paid for by Bruce after too many complaints about scratchy textures. His bat was hard to please, but Kal put in his best work where he could, and there was one aspect where his husband never complained.

Kal smiled as he leaned in to press his lips against Bruce’s. Bruce parted his lips for him, melting into the kiss as Kal claimed his mouth. The noise Bruce made, desperate and needy, as Kal licked into his mouth went straight to his cock. His patience was running short. He leaned forward, guiding his husband to lie down on his back. Bruce’s heart rate spiked even higher as Kal took hold of his wrists, pinning his arms to the mattress next to his head, and straddled his hips. Such a sweet sound. He never got tired of listening to it.

Bruce kept his hands in place when Kal let go and leaned back to admire the view. The shiny titanium bat symbol stood in stark contrast to the rest of the suit’s dark colors. Kal reached out to rest his hand on its smooth, cool surface, and Bruce’s chest stuttered in a hitch of breath, his eyes screwed shut.

“Excited?” Kal asked.

“Sorry,” Bruce gasped. “Yes.”

Kal was too. He let his hand trail down to the utility belt wrapped around Bruce’s waist and slipped his hand into one of the compartments as Bruce opened his eyes to look at him again. There were no weapons there. Instead, he pulled out a set of titanium link chains. The material let them be very durable while thin. Still no match for Kal to snap, but the human had no hope of breaking free. Bruce’s gaze followed the motion of the chains and held his hands up to allow Kal to fasten them. Kal ran one of the chains through the hole in the spike, pulling Bruce’s arm above his head as he fastened it to the hinge at the bedpost. He did the same for the other and grabbed Bruce by the hips to tug him a bit further down the bed so the chains pulled tight. Bruce squeezed his legs tightly together, the latex squeaking at the friction, trying to rub his own erection. The chains were really just for show. It’s not like they were needed in case Kal wanted him to stay in place, but he knew his little human was excited at the thought of being defenseless. Bruce had always fought for a place amongst the other heroes. A human without any powers, just filled with ambition and determination. Kal could let him feel like a human. Powerless and at the mercy of a much stronger foe. Or in Kal’s case, protector.

He reached into another compartment of the belt to pull out a bottle of latex-safe lube before he pressed the release button at the middle of the belt. He slipped it off and threw it aside. He wouldn’t be needing anything more today. Through those five days all he could think was that he wanted Bruce. Now he knew that he needed him. Anytime he had jerked off alone, he was dreaming about how tight his husband would be. Five seconds in heaven. After that, Kal would leave him loose and leaking all over.

He pushed his knee between Bruce’s thighs, and Bruce spread his legs diligently. Bruce raised his hips a bit when Kal reached under him till he located the zipper near his tailbone, running all the way to his taint. With his husband’s ass bared, Kal didn’t waste any time. He stroked himself, not bothering to warm up the lube. The cold didn’t bother him one bit, and it would quickly warm up against the heat of his skin. Bruce loved how warm he was.

Kal grasped Bruce’s hips, fingers squeezing into the flesh to hold him in place as he pushed into him. Bruce gasped, his legs pressing tight around Kal’s sides. Kal had been right. Bruce really was tight.

The body under him trembled, and Kal let go to instead lean down and wrap his arms around Bruce’s middle, lifting him a bit off the bed as he thrust into him. Bruce threw his head back, moaning obscenely.

Bruce.

It was impossible for Kal to think of anything else but his beautiful human. He kissed his chest, right on the shiny bat, before running his tongue over the smooth metal. Bruce. The kisses trailed up until he reached Bruce’s jaw, and he nipped at his skin with his teeth, drawing another breathy gasp from his husband's lips. Lips that Kal quickly claimed in an open-mouthed kiss, sucking on Bruce’s tongue, swallowing up every heated moan. Bruce.

“Bruce,” Kal whimpered in a tone he would have felt embarrassed for if anyone else were to hear it. But his bat could never bring feelings of shame out in him. Kal loved him so much. He was everything. This was everything. The way Bruce gasped in ecstasy, squeezed so tight around him. Trying to milk his cock.

Kal was master of many things, but his body stayed unwilling to listen. Anytime he was with Bruce, he wished for the bliss to stretch into eternity. The orgasm, while all-consuming, came way too soon and left him, as always, hungry for more. He felt his husband seize up, his chest stuttering before finally falling into a loud, ragged rhythm as Bruce breathed hard. Bruce had just come as well. His heart was hammering in his chest, and Kal pressed his ear to it, relishing in the sound. Strong and loud. Kal would never let that sound die on his watch.

“Bruce~” he hummed. He rested his chin against Bruce’s chest as he looked up at his face. “What are you feeling? I want to hear everything. Tell me.” No part of his lover left untouched, body and soul. Kal always needed it all.

Bruce’s mouth hung open, his husband desperately trying to catch his breath. Kal didn’t feel any different except for the bone-deep calm that had overtaken him after watching his husband wrecked by pleasure. Or maybe just from the knowledge that this human was his.

"Yes—" Bruce gasped. His voice was raw. “I lo—" He coughed and gritted his teeth, attempting to regain his composure. Kal loved ruining that composure. “Love yo-u very… much."

That was more than good enough for Kal, and he pushed himself up to lean down and place a chaste kiss against the cowl, right between the ears. The leather was rough under his lips, probably the most durable part of Bruce’s suit. The latex didn’t offer any protection, but with Kal there it didn’t need to. He pulled the cowl off and ran his hands through his hair. It was all messed up from wearing it all day. Kal loved that look.

"K-al—" Bruce whimpered, and Kal smiled. Bruce must have felt it as well, the cock inside him growing hard again. He knew it was his Kryptonian biology working much quicker than a human’s, but he loved thinking it was all Bruce’s doing. He was the only one getting him excited like this, after all.

“Yes, precious?” Kal asked but didn’t wait for a reply. He straightened up, gripping Bruce’s hips to pull him closer and flush against Kal’s. Bruce sobbed at the simple motion, the chains rattling as he pulled on them. Kal watched him attentively as he slowly pulled out of him and then snapped his hips forward again. Bruce squirmed, the latex creaking with the quick motion.

“Should I wait?” he asked, but Bruce quickly shook his head. Kal was no stranger to Bruce’s masochism. It had been a big point of strife in the beginning of their relationship, when Bruce would happily put himself in danger just to prove himself. That he was just as strong and reliable as the metahumans and aliens he surrounded himself with. Kal was happy those days were over, and Bruce’s biggest worry was the overstimulation Kal was currently putting him through as he thrust into him deep and slow, aiming himself to hit the bundle of nerves that had Bruce melting on his cock. He found himself a lot more patient this time, able to take his time drawing every lovely little noise out of his husband.

The orgasm came on slower, too. Not as explosive, but just as sweet as he bottomed out and filled him. Bruce had gone completely quiet by then.

“Hey,” Kal sighed and held Bruce’s cheeks in his hands so he could look at his eyes. So blue. With Bruce staying here on Earth, the beauty of a clear blue sky paled in comparison. They glistened, and Kal quickly used his hands to wipe away the beginning of tears. Bruce got overwhelmed so easily. “It’s okay,” he cooed. “You did so well.”

Bruce gave him a small, shy smile at that, and Kal undid the chains holding Bruce’s hands in place. His bat quickly clung to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and squeezing tight. It’s okay. Kal wasn’t going anywhere.

Kal sat up and let Bruce hold onto him for a bit longer, rubbing his hand along Bruce’s spine, feeling the vertebrae through the thin latex, before he finally deemed it time to get cleaned up. He carefully lifted Bruce off himself, sighing pleased as he slipped off his cock. He couldn’t help himself, laying Bruce’s shoulders back down against the mattress to watch the cum leaking out of his hole. He ran his fingers through it, scooping up a bit, and pushed the cum back inside, watching mesmerized as his fingers disappeared into Bruce’s body. Bruce whimpered, his legs squeezing against Kal’s side. Oh, yeah. They were supposed to clean up.

He pulled the zipper back up and gathered Bruce in his arms as he stood from the bed, lifting the human easily. Bruce swung his arms around his neck and rested his head against Kal’s chest.

Kal carried him to the attached bathroom. It matched the rest of the Fortress in style. Spacious and open, with soft blue lighting. The center of attention was a crystalized bathtub that started filling automatically as Clark entered. He carefully sat Bruce down on a small stool next to the tub. Bruce stayed still and let Kal tend to everything as he started undressing the Bat, first unlatching the heavy leather cape and cowl, pulling it off him, leaving him in just the cuffs and latex.

“How’s my brave little bat?” Kal asked, and Bruce smiled with a small nod of affirmation that he was good. It wasn’t unusual for Bruce to go a little quiet after they played, resigning to simple gestures and body language.

Bruce held his arms up, making it easy for Kal to run his fingers along the smooth titanium until he found the magnetic latch that held them together. He unbuckled it and pulled the pieces apart, placing each of them on the ground. The latex suit took the longest to get off, Kal helping him carefully peel it off bit by bit. Bruce’s body was sweaty and a bit flushed under the rubber, leaving behind a sticky mess at his crotch and ass. Kal knelt down in front of the stool as he pulled it the last bit of the way off his feet. He looked at Bruce, keeping the eye contact as he leaned down to place a kiss against the top of the foot he was holding.

“Beautiful,” he purred before he let go and stood up. The bathtub had filled, and Kal picked Bruce back up before he stepped into the warm water. He sat down with his husband on his lap, pulled tightly against him. Bruce felt boneless in his hold, leaning against him, exhausted and tired. Kal took his time just washing his hair and body, getting a cute disgruntled noise from Bruce when he slipped his fingers inside him again to clean his mess. The sound was a lot less disgruntled when he helped wash his cock, paying a little more attention than was needed.

He stayed in the bath with him, just letting Bruce rest against his chest, listening as the man’s breathing slowed down.

* * *

Kal let himself rest for a while, content in the presence of Bruce’s steady heartbeat till the bubbles had all died down and Kal feared Bruce’s skin might get irritated. He got out of the bath, holding the sleeping body against himself. He was careful to not wake him up when he took the towel to dry him down. Bruce stayed asleep through it all. He always got exhausted after a good fucking. For a moment Kal considered going for another round, but he would let his bat rest for the moment.

He lay down on the bed, pulling a blanket up to his midsection before Kal lay down next to him, letting his hand rest on Bruce’s chest. With every rise and fall of his husband's chest, he admired the mark he had left on him. Even if it was not visible, Bruce had left one on him as well.

Chapter 2: Bruce

Bruce loved the cave. It had gone through many changes over the years. The sunlight lamp was possibly the most noticeable. The lack of any bats fluttering around felt more like a vacancy.

It was quiet. It was peaceful. It was the only place that made him feel normal.

Bruce had just finished putting on the suit when Wonder Woman attempted to call him again. He declined the call. He was well aware Kal was going to be home soon. He’d seen it on the computer the moment Kal’s tracker was within Earth’s planetary system. He followed the small blinking dot with his eyes. Thirty minutes more, and Bruce’s moments of solitude would be over.

He preferred having assistance putting it on, but he wanted to surprise Kal. He loved his husband even more when he was in a good mood, and he rarely was when being away for this long.

The only thing left was the cuffs, and he picked them out of the suitcase. Sturdy titanium, sculpted by his own design. He let the magnetic latch click into place, locking the first cuff tight around his wrist. They could easily be put on by one person, but removing them required two hands. Strong ones. Bruce knew not to play with them unless Kal would be there to free him of them afterwards—all of it, of course, by design.

The latex clung to him like a second skin. The lubricant made it shift like an oversized blister as he sat down. He wanted to tear it off like one. The chair was covered in patented microfiber fabric to keep the Bat-suit safe from any damage.

* * *

Kal arrived in twenty minutes. He had been rushing.

“Bruuuce~” Kal caroled as he stepped inside the cave. Bruce could hear the skip in his step when Kal approached. His husband was excited. Impatient. Expecting. And Bruce loved to meet his expectations.

He stayed quiet for now. Bruce could feel the looming presence of Kal as he stopped right behind the chair. Bruce could feel his gaze. Hungry.

“I’m home,” Kal said, his voice soft. He leaned his weight against the chair.

“There’s still lots to be done,” Bruce said. There was, but it wasn’t why he told that to Kal—there was no rush anymore in developing new technologies. The world was perfect after all. No, the real reason was, as with all things, for Kal’s enjoyment. His husband loved thinking he convinced the Bat away from his work with soft words and a gentle touch.

The touch was anything but gentle when Kal’s fingers ran along his jaw. The five days away had left their mark, the Kryptonian losing track of his own strength, and Bruce’s heart skipped a beat. Kal leaned closer, and Bruce felt his heart respond. He had hoped Kal would wait until after the meeting to get his prize.

“Stand,” Kal drawled.

Bruce pushed the chair back and stood, his body reacting to the command before his brain had a chance to consider what Kal was planning. Not that there was much to consider. Kal was always pretty straightforward about what he wanted. He wanted Bruce, and nothing else.

“Good boy,” Kal purred, and Bruce felt the ground disappear from beneath his feet as Kal lifted him up and sat down with him, pulling him close to his chest. “You’re always busy. I haven’t gotten to see you for almost a week.”

Kal was right about that. Bruce turned his head to his husband and nuzzled his face against Kal’s neck. He was warm and had that distinct smell of space that made Bruce want to pull away. Ozone, hot metal, and gunpowder. He did not pull away.

“I’ve been working on some new high-tech material that might be used for defensive measures,” Bruce said, trying to distract himself.

“Always a busy little bat,” Kal hummed. He was right. The material was going to be revolutionary. Bruce had been working day and night at it for those past few days, as well as in the rare moments he’d gotten to himself when Kal had to attend a press meeting alone. He would use vertically aligned carbon nanotubes to-

He felt the fingers circling his waist. Tight. Squeezing. “Go on, then. Finish your little contingency plans.”

No. No, that wasn’t what it was. He would never hurt Kal. The hold was so tight. He tried to cuddle closer to Kal. Show him.

Kal pushed him back a bit, and Bruce felt his anxiety spike till Kal just shifted Bruce’s position. Bruce’s legs were forced apart as he was seated astride Kal’s lap. Unbreakable fingers closed on his waist again, holding him in place. Bruce leaned back, his shoulders pressed to Kal’s strong chest. It’s okay. Kal wasn’t angry. He relaxed and turned his attention back on the computer screen. Kal’s chin pressed a comforting weight into his shoulder.

Bruce started typing again, shaping the formulas he needed to start production, the 3D model changing in accordance with his inputs. Another squeeze of Kal’s hands and Bruce’s attention was ripped back to the man behind him. He paused his typing for a second. Waited. Then started typing again.

He kept his concentration steadfastly on the screen, even as he felt Kal’s lips find the only part of him that was uncovered as they pressed against his jaw. The hand pressing against his crotch was harder to ignore. His body responded to the touch. He trembled before quickly tensing his muscles to suppress the reaction. His cock was hard, pressing uncomfortably against his body, the latex too tight to give it much space. Kal’s skilled fingers brushed over the head of his cock, and Bruce couldn’t choke down the small gasp before it escaped, even as his fingers closed hard on the edge of the computer’s console.

“You’re supposed to be working, aren’t you?” Kal purred right by his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, even with the heavy leather of the cowl between them. “Or am I distracting you?”

“Only a little,” Bruce said, feeling a bit out of breath. “I’m fine. I need—Kal, just give me ten minutes.” He wouldn’t be done in ten minutes, but the horror of Kal grabbing him right now and hauling him to the Watchtower—with his erection clear for everyone to see—made him grasp for any excuse.

“Acceptable,” Kal said, though it didn’t do much to calm Bruce’s nerves. “Proceed.”

Bruce did not actually expect Kal to let him get some actual work done, but it still took him by surprise when Kal’s fingers started stroking him through the rubber, the latex sliding wetly against his cock. His body reacted on its own, his leg kicking up and slamming hard into the table, and he gritted his teeth. Kal laughed cheerfully in response. At least it made the pain of the impact somewhat worth it. He could feel Kal’s cock against his ass, and he wondered if his husband was going to fuck Bruce against the dashboard as Kal loved to.

But Kal didn’t even rub himself against him. Instead, his fingers found Bruce’s chest as he pinched and tugged at his nipples. Bruce groaned, the pain still pulsating through his leg.

“You’re so easy, Bruce.”

Yes. Bruce really was.

Especially when it came to Kal.

The rush of his orgasm was accompanied by the hot, sticky cum squeezing between the latex and the skin of his abdomen. The sensation made him want to vomit, but he somehow got used to the feeling by now.

Bruce despised the meetings. He despised being away from the cave or Fortress, really. He despised being in public dressed like this. The cum smeared against his crotch, unable to even dry out, mixed with the slippery lube, which just made it even more unbearable. But the meeting had to proceed, so Bruce would endure.

The other Lords were, obviously, excited to see him. But without Barry there, it all felt hollow.

Where had he been? Hobbled up in his cave, of course. They didn’t know about how much time he spent at the Fortress of Solitude, and they didn’t have to.

What had he been working on? Just new technologies that would aid them in their handle on the world. They didn’t ask for specifics.

Was he going to make some cool weapons for the Watchtower soon? Absolutely not. They already had everything they needed in terms of offensive weaponry. Too much, even, in Bruce’s eyes.

Would he come to meetings more often? Doubtful. He was only here because Kal wanted him to anyway.

They were already fifteen minutes overtime, and Bruce wanted to crawl out of his skin, but the tight squeeze of the latex held him together. It was a relief when J’onn finally made the others quiet down and instructed Bruce to proceed with the meeting.

Bruce was going to try and get through this quickly. As usual, he briefly entertained the benefits of coming here with an erection instead of the aftermath sticking to his skin. He kept his eyes on Kal as his husband started reporting on how the mission had gone.

Kal made it sound like the clear-cut diplomatic mission was a plot to get him into an active war zone. Bruce had done the research. Bruce had set the objectives. But as always, he had not accounted for the lack of patience his husband had when it came to diplomacy. He felt guilty. After all, he was the one thing that always made Kal hurry home too much. Bruce was not surprised that Kal had chosen to speed things up a bit. His husband hated being separated from him for even an hour.

They smoothly went through the rest of the talking points.

Bruce wondered how long it’d take before Kal would bring him to one of the soon-to-be-installed sleeping quarter rooms, unable to wait till they got back to the Fortress before fucking him.

“That is all. Any questions?” He was bombarded with them. Detachedly, he answered them all. He could feel Kal’s gaze on him the whole way through, wondering if he was using his x-ray vision to watch the expanse of his skin, glistening with a gratuitous coating of lube. As if he could feel more naked.

Bruce stayed in his seat when the other Lords finally got up to leave the room. He didn’t want to move around them. He hated making noise. He hated this wet, slippery feeling against his skin. But at least with the others gone and only Kal here, he could feel himself relax a bit. The public humiliation was over, even if he was the only one perceiving it this way.

When Kal stood up, Bruce quickly followed without a second beat. He wrapped the cape around himself tightly to cover as much of his body as possible before they stepped out into the hallway. He moved a bit closer to Kal. Whether for his own comfort or for Kal's, he wasn’t sure anymore.

An arm slipped below the protective layer of the cape and came to rest against his lower back as a comforting presence. It was a bit easier with his husband right beside him. At least with him there, none of the security guards dared stare.

The hallway still seemed to stretch on forever before they finally made it to the zeta tubes.

Bruce struggled to stay relaxed in Kal’s arms as his husband carried him towards the Fortress. Another shiver ran through his body, though only partially from the cold. But the way Kal held him a bit tighter against his chest was pleasant. Kal was so warm. Kryptonians were able to control their body heat, and Kal always stayed a few degrees above normal for Bruce’s sake. He nuzzled his face into Kal’s throat as the man carried him through the gates and to the bedroom. It seemed he spent most of his life here the past few years.

Kal carried him straight to the bed and sat him down on it. Kal smiled, teeth glinting as he leaned in to kiss him. Bruce quickly parted his lips before Kal could get more forceful. Bruce let out a small choked sound as Kal deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking at Bruce’s tongue. It was hard to breathe. Bruce suppressed a flinch when he could feel Kal’s teeth close on his tongue. It’s okay, he told himself. Kal rarely lost control while just kissing. Kal leaned forward, giving Bruce no choice but to lean all the way back till he was resting against the mattress, with Kal encasing him on all sides.

His breath caught in his throat when Kal’s hands wrapped around his wrists. He could snap them like twigs, Bruce’s mind happily supplied. Bruce let his muscles go limp, putting no resistance to Kal’s movement, worrying that the smallest bit of that would result in shattered bones. Kal pinned his wrists down against the mattress, and Bruce looked up at him but failed to meet his eyes, scared of what he’d find there.

Bruce didn’t dare move his arms away when Kal let go. He just watched him lean back. His heart skipped another beat, eyes shut tight, when Kal pressed his hand to the shiny bat symbol. It was one of the only protective parts of Bruce’s suit, but it would do nothing to stop Kal’s hand from crushing his sternum beneath it, and Bruce swore his husband was pressing much harder than what was comfortable.

Kal’s voice bleed through the panic. “Excited?”

“Sorry,” Bruce said, automatically forming the apology before his brain even processed the question. “Yes.”

No, Bruce was terrified. But he couldn’t have Kal know that. He wanted Kal to enjoy this.

Kal’s hands got busy opening the compartments of the “utility” sex belt. He knew already what Kal was looking for, and he watched as Kal pulled up the familiar chains. Even after this long, Kal was still terrified by the idea of Bruce running away and getting himself hurt, or kidnapped, or tempted. Bruce held his hands up, letting Kal fasten the chains to the titanium spikes. Kal pulled and pulled until Bruce’s hands were forced above his head, unable to use them to cover himself.

With a small click, Kal fastened the chains to hinges in the bedpost made exactly for this purpose. Kal’s hands went to Bruce’s hips and pulled him closer, hard. Bruce tensed, a jolt of pain shooting through him as the chains pulled taut and almost dislocated his left shoulder. He was still distracted by the pain when Kal rummaged through the belt again to find a bottle of lube before discarding the belt on the ground. Bruce spread his legs when Kal pushed his knee between them.

Bruce raised his hips to give Kal better access, ignoring the way it threatened to make his leg cramp up. The zipper was quickly undone, and Bruce waited for the touch of fingers, but they didn’t come. He looked up at Kal, who looked back like he was ready to eat him. Kal stroked himself with lube, and Bruce quickly realized there would be no preparation. He wished he had stretched himself beforehand, but he knew Kal liked him tight.

Kal grabbed his hips again, his hold sure to leave bruising, keeping him perfectly in place as he started pushing his cock into him. Bruce gasped at the pain. Kal had used a generous amount of lube, but it did nothing to help him not feel like he was being split open. He pressed his legs tightly together, getting stopped on Kal’s hips, his body reacting on its own to try and close his legs. His body trembled, trying to keep consciousness as Kal started thrusting into him. Kal’s arms encircled him, pulling Bruce close against his warm body. It made him sweat, making the latex cling to his skin in an even more disgusting manner. He was distantly aware he was being too quiet and moaned, the sound perfected over the years, just how Kal liked it, and he responded in turn, pulling Bruce even closer as he leaned down to put his mouth on him. Bruce didn’t pay much attention to it until Kal’s lips found the exposed skin at his jaw and grazed his teeth over it, making Bruce gasp in anticipation of a bite. Kal clamped his mouth over Bruce’s, trapping him in yet another heated kiss that left him without breath.

“Bruce,” Kal said when they broke apart, his voice filled with adoration. It made Bruce’s heart swell. But it was hard to pay attention to, because even without Kal’s mouth on his, he was struggling to breathe with how tightly the Kryptonian was squeezing him against his own chest. He gasped, trying to fill his lungs, tensing, tensing. The orgasm hit him hard and fast.

Crack.

The sharp pain shot through his chest right as he felt Kal spill his own load. Bruce knew it was a rib snapping under the pressure. Left side. He took in another desperate breath. No lung puncture. Breathing was hard but manageable. His heart was racing. Kal leaned down to press his head to his chest, earning Bruce another jolt of pain.

“Bruce~” Kal hummed so sweetly, resting his chin against Bruce’s chest, looking at him with bright eyes. “What are you feeling? I want to hear everything. Tell me.”

Bruce took in a ragged breath, trying to focus. Every inhale and exhale hurt, only slightly dulled by the dopamine rush of the orgasm.

"Yes—" Bruce gasped, the words getting stuck in his dry throat. He knew exactly what Kal wanted to hear. “I lo—" He coughed and it felt like his chest exploded. "I love yo-u very… much.”

Kal smiled and pushed himself up, letting Bruce breathe just a bit more easily. Bruce closed his eyes behind the lenses as Kal leaned down to press a kiss to the cowl.

He quickly opened his eyes when Kal pulled the cowl off him and ruffled his hair. He wanted to feel more of that gentle touch. But he knew this song and dance, and he felt the pressure inside him as Kal got hard again.

"K-al—" he whimpered to get his attention, and Kal smiled.

“Yes, precious?” Kal asked and straightened up. There was no need to respond. They both knew how this would go. Kal gripped his hips and pulled him closer. His husband’s cock dragged against his prostate, and Bruce couldn’t help the sob. He pulled the chains taut, partially cutting off the blood flow in his upper arms and making them tingle.

The sensation was too much, his own cock staying soft and spent in a fresh  pool of sperm pressed tight against his skin by the suit.

Kal pulled out, painfully slowly, letting him feel every inch of his cock before thrusting his hips forward in a merciless rhythm that made Bruce squirm in his body’s subconscious attempt to get away from the further stimulation.

“Should I wait?” Kal asked, and Bruce shook his head frantically. He could do this. He could do anything so long as Kal would hold him close by the end of it all.

Kal set a slow pace. Taking his time. Drawing out the agony.

Bruce endured without voicing any complaints. The moans that Kal forced out of him slowly weakened to quiet huffs. By the time Kal came again, he was silent. He was painfully aware of the discomfort his body was in, yet unable to feel anything other than the needle points dancing all over his skin. Even the broken rib did not hold his attention long enough to focus.

“Hey.” Kal’s hands pressed against Bruce’s cheeks, making him meet his husband's eyes, and Bruce’s mind snapped back into focus. Kal’s voice and the soft touch made it impossible to hold the tears back. “It’s okay. You did so well,” Kal praised him.

Bruce leaned into the touch, giving him a small smile. Kal reached past Bruce’s head, and Bruce felt a small tug at the chains as his husband undid them, sliding the chain-link free of the cuffs. The moment Kal let the chains drop, Bruce grabbed onto him tightly. He clung to him even as his muscles and joints lit up in pain at the abrupt change of position.

Kal sat up, pulling Bruce along to sit on his lap, his cock still buried deep inside him as he ran his hand up and down Bruce’s back in slow, comforting strokes. This was everything Bruce had hoped for. He could fall asleep like this.

Right as he thought he might do just that, Kal finally pulled him off his cock and laid his shoulders down on the bed. His husband’s gaze fell to his ass, captivated. Kal’s fingers ran along his tailbone and ass, giving him only a split second of warning before they dipped back into his hole. Bruce whimpered, squeezing his legs tightly against Kal’s sides. Was Kal going to fuck him again? He wasn’t sure if he would keep consciousness through another round.

He felt relief flood through him when Kal pulled his fingers out and pulled the zipper back up. Kal tugged him against his body again, lifting him as he stood up. Bruce wrapped his arms around his neck and nuzzled his head into Kal’s chest. His husband was so warm.

Kal carried him to the bathroom, and Bruce could hear the water start running. He couldn’t wait. Kal sat him down on the stool, and Bruce diligently sat still as his husband started tending to him. Kal took the cape and cowl off, letting it drop to the floor behind Bruce.

“How’s my brave little bat?” Kal asked. Bruce smiled sweetly and nodded. Words didn’t come easy to him right now, and the thought of even speaking filled him with dread. Fortunately Kal was understanding. Bruce held his arms up between them. Kal found the latch on the cuffs and easily pulled them open, the neodymium magnets being no match for the Kryptonian’s strength. He placed each of the pieces carefully on the ground before he finally started peeling off the latex suit, to Bruce’s delight. He felt more naked with it on than he did now, when his skin was bared, glistening with lubricant. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Kal as the man knelt down between his legs. He had never seen his husband kneel for anyone else. The soft kiss on the top of his foot made Bruce’s cheeks burn, only intensified by the following words.

“Beautiful,” Kal purred before he let go of Bruce’s foot and stood up. Kal picked him up and carried him to the now filled bathtub. He stepped into the water and sat down, pulling Bruce on his lap.

Bruce sighed and leaned against Kal, letting the heat of the water soothe his body. He was content to just close his eyes and enjoy it as Kal started washing him, soaping up his hair and body, washing off the slick silicone sticking to his skin. He groaned when Kal slipped two fingers inside him again, but to Bruce’s relief, Kal was just cleaning out the mess, leaving his ass alone after that. The amount of attention Kal paid to his cock did not go unnoticed. Kal didn’t get out of the bath after that, and Bruce was happy to lean his head on Kal’s shoulder to relax, pressed right up against the man he loved above anything else. Kal made him feel wanted. Scared, too, sometimes, but it wasn’t Kal’s fault he was such a powerful being. It was only natural for humans to feel scared. Kal kept him safe. Always would.

He fell asleep with a smile on his face.