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Bruce comes in whistling a little, he's wearing a suit and he has his leather briefcase in his hand.
He just gotten back from a very dull meeting and the only thing he's looking foward to right now is seeing his sweet boys. He goes to the living room and sets down his case.
"Guys. Daddy home." He calls out. He doesn't get an answer at first, but soon the first one to come and greet him is his original Clark.
The alien hovers out of the kitchen and goes over to Bruce. "Hi Bruce." He says with a smile and kisses the older man. "How was work?"
"Same old same old. I'm thinking of working from home instead of being in the office. You smell nice right now, like cinnamon."
"Oh I just finished making an apple pie, I was a little bored so I decided to keep myself occupied for a while."
"I love your pies...but not as much as I love you." He purrs and pulls Clark to kiss him. After kissing him on the lips, he gets to Clark's neck and gives it a few love bites, making Clark moan.
"B-Bruce. Not now." Clark gently pushes him away. "I gotta go to the store and get stuff for dinner."
"Let Alfred handle it." Bruce grumbles and pulls Clark close to kiss his neck again. "Alfred is on vacation, remember? Now what do you want to eat?"
"Your ass."
"I mean food Bruce." Clark says while his cheeks turn pink.
"I could go for that country fried steak you made a few weeks ago." Clark nods with a smile. "Great choice. Now can I have the keys to the car?" Bruce looks at the alien with confusion. "You do realize you can fly right?"
"Yeah..but I like listening to the radio. Pleaseee, Bruce." Clark ask with puppy eyes and it’s hard for Bruce to say no to that face. He reaches into his pocket and hands clark the keys.
"Thanks Bruce." He goes to the door and before he leaves, Bruce ask "Is the other one here?"
"Yeah. He’s in the kitchen." With that, Clark heads to the door and leaves.
Bruce goes into the kitchen and sees a young man about 17 digging in the fridge. Bruce smirks and starts to sneak up behind him. But before he could get closer, the young man speaks. "I can hear your heartbeat, so don't even think about it."
Bruce considers it before moment, but rushes behind the young man anyway and grabs his waist. The boy squeaks as he's picked up.
"Hello kitten. Daddy so happy to see you."
He purrs into the boy's black hair. It's grown out and it curls at the ends. The boy scoffs and gently tries to push him away. "I told you to stop calling me that." He mumbles.
Bruce only smirks and gives another kiss to the boy. He calls this younger Clark kitten because of how young and cute he is, Also he's a bit feisty.
"Now let me go, you weirdo so I can eat.” Bruce notices he has some cookies in his hand, ones that Alfred made before going on his vacation. The boy gets out his grasp and goes over to the table. He gets a napkin from the napkin holder and puts his cookies down on it.
"So where's my overly happy other self?" The teen ask while going to the coffee pot that has freshly brewed coffee in it.
"He went to the store to get stuff for dinner. You mind pouring me a cup, son?" The teen nods and gets two mugs from the cabinet. He then pours out the coffee into the two mugs.
He goes over to Bruce and gives him his mug. "Thank you, love." Bruce says before kissing him.
"When are you going to find a way to send me back to my universe?" Young Clark ask suddenly.
"Soon." Bruce says dismissively.
"You said that last week. Are you keeping me here on purpose?"
"Of course not." Bruce is lying about that a little. He is taking a bit longer on purpose to find a way to send this Clark back to his universe. The young man looks at Bruce a little suspiciously before going back to the table and sitting down.
He starts to eat one of his cookies and Bruce goes over to him and is about to grab one for himself, but the teen pushes his hand away. "Get your own."
"Come on kid, hasn't anyone taught you about sharing?” Bruce tries to grab another, but the teen slaps his hand away. "Fuck off."
"Watch your language kid." With that, Bruce quickly gets one of the cookies and the boy glares at him.
The boy then suddenly grabs Bruce's mug of coffee and takes deep breath.
"Ah don't you dare."
The teen smirks and then blows on Bruce's mug. Frost starts to form on it and the coffee becomes frozen solid. With a satisfied smile, the boy hands Bruce back his mug.
Bruce doesn't say anything, he just puts the mug down and gets behind Clark's chair. He picks the boy up out of the chair and whispers in his ear. "Such a naughty thing you are."
"And what are you going to do it about it?"
Bruce smirks and takes the boy over to the counter. He sits him down on it and unbuckles his pants. "Going to rim you until you’re a mess." Bruce whispers and it sends a shiver down the teen's spine. Once the belt is unbluckled, Bruce starts to pull them down.
Once he gets them off, he does the boxers next and spreads the teen's leg. The boy blushes from feeling so exposed.
“Such a pretty cock.” Bruce mumbles. Bruce grabs it, making the younger man gasp. He teases it, getting it hard and the boy gets desperate.
“Bruce, p-please.”
“If you want something baby, you have to address me probably.”
The younger Clark whimpers. “Daddy, please.” He begs sweetly. Bruce grabs his legs and lefts them up, nearly bending the young man in half. He grips the teen’s ass and spreads wide him open. “Look at you. All pink and tight. Hold your legs kitten.”
The young man gulps, but does what he says. Bruce then goes pantry and gets out a bottle of honey. He goes back over to the teen. “Since you wouldn’t share your treats, I think I’ll make myself one.” Bruce opens the bottle and gets it near Clark’s hole.
He presses the tip against the rim and squeezes the bottle. The teen nearly chokes on air as he feels the sticky liquid get on his hole. Bruce keeps squeezing until it starts to drip a little.
“Perfect.” Bruce growls softly and rubs his finger on the honey covered rim.
“Dirty old man.” The boy mumbles and Bruce only chuckles before licking that sweet, pink hole. Both Bruce and the younger Clark moan at the same time.
Bruce greedily licks that cute hole, enjoying the taste of the honey and the boy. Clark whines and starts to beg, he actually squeaks when Bruce gets his tongue in.
“More, please daddy!”
Bruce hums and grabs the bottle of honey again. He gets more of that clenching rim and eats the boy out like meal. He could spend hours doing this.
He definitely do it all day if he was doing this to both Clarks.
Bruce pulls in the rim open and a gets his tongue deeper, and as he does he starts to feel the boy tremble. Bruce grabs his legs and continues to sloppily rim him. He pulls back and spits on that greedy hole. It clenches and some of the spit goes in. Bruce rubs his finger on the pink rim and enjoys all those adorable sounds thats coming from the teen. “Hope you’re not naughty again later. Might finger your little hole until it’s all open and your sobbing.” Bruce teases and kisses the sensitive rim.
The younger Clark screams a little and bangs his fist on the counter when he comes. There’s a crack in the expensive marble counter.
Bruce will have it fix later.
Bruce rims him for a few more minutes before letting go his legs. The boy pants and he before he could say anything, they hear a voice.
“Guys really? On the counter?” They both turn their heads and see the older Clark with a bag of groceries.
“For the record, this was not my idea.” The younger Clark gets off the counter and makes a face of digust when he feels how sticky he is.
“I’m going to go take a shower. Call me when dinner is ready.” He says, but before he could leave, Bruce pulls him close.
“Hope you learn to share with daddy, today.” Bruce says and kisses him. The younger man gently pushes him away.
“You are so weird.” He says before going out the kitchen.
“I am not weird, right?” Bruce ask, once the kid is gone.
“That depends, did you use that open bottle of honey on him?”
Bruce smirks and gets close to Clark. “Yeah. Would you like me to try it on you-“
“Then you are weird.” Clark says before going to put the groceries away. Bruce looks a little offended, but he’s also amused.
He’s going to miss having two Clarks.