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Bruce’s cock twitched.
It hurt, pressed up against his codpiece like a tiger trying to escape its cage, but Bruce remained still. His eyes were trained on his prince who, in turn, was fucking a prostitute with animal ferocity.The bed creaked and squealed under each thrust, the wood thumping rhythmically against the stone wall.
Bruce wasn’t sure when this started. As Kal’s knight, it was only natural to follow his prince when he snuck out into the sky. That first night, seeing him go into a brothel, he could hardly believe it. Watching through the window, fucking men and women like a beast during a hunt, Bruce had to believe it. Kryptonians were known for having an appetite , the sort that took multiple humans to satiate. The thing about kryptonian men was that they didn’t just come once, they came often –with an unparalleled alien stamina. That night, watching his prince’s cum drip from satisfied vaginas and wet assholes, he knew there was at least one way he could help his prince.
Condoms didn’t exactly work when you were an alien but some tinctures could ensure women didn’t get pregnant in the moments after, even if Kal was careful with when he pulled out. And so, Bruce dedicated himself to standing by the door of Kal’s brothel room, keeping watch. He made sure none of the men or women tried anything and that the women drank every last drop of their tinctures on the way out.
It also meant he had to watch Kal fuck and though Bruce could convince his mind that he didn’t care, his body was another story.
And fuck he was glad his armor covered up his crotch.
Kal had an appetite alright but he fucked with a sense of romance about him, trailing kisses up and down his lovers’ bodies–pausing to ask how they were, how it felt, how he felt. The woman on the bed would be his last for the night, Bruce could tell he was finally starting to lose stamina. The two girls he had prior were on the ground, holding and kissing each other as they tried to chase away the ecstasy the young prince had given them. They’d already drank their tinctures so Bruce didn’t mind what they did, so long as it stayed away from the prince.
“Your majesty–!” The girl on the bed moaned. “Oh, oh , prince Kal-El!” Bruce’s cock twitched again. Her tits bounced with every motion but the knight wasn’t watching her. His gaze was burned into Kal’s muscles; his thick arms, the ones that pulled and twitched in his toned ass with each thrust, his muscular back with the faint red scratches the women had left. Fuck. Fuck .
“You’re really hard, aren’t you?”
Bruce hadn’t noticed, his gaze on Kal was trained like a deer in the forest; waiting for the moment the prince would turn and pounce on him. The girls, once enamored with each other on the floor, had undone the bottom of his armor and let the bulge of his hard cock stand exposed for the world.
Bruce grunted, his mouth opened–he was going to scold the girls and send them away but then the woman on the bed screamed with ecstasy and his gaze snapped back up. Fuck, Kal was about to come. Bruce could tell, Kal always got hungrier . He pumped in a faster pace, his kisses turned to bites and he stopped checking in on his partner. His hands gripped the wood headboard behind her, splitting it. Bruce couldn’t miss this; he had to remind Kal to pull out.
Bruce’s cock twitched. The girls’ hands danced over his bulge, stroking him through the fabric.
“Do you want us to suck you off?” They asked but Bruce didn’t answer. They slowly started to pull at the elastic keeping his pants in place, loosening them. Again, they waited for Bruce’s objection. He looked down at them, expecting the words telling them to stop leaving his mouth but nothing left. He swallowed and nodded.
His pants fell to the floor, pooling around his ankles. His hard cock sprung free, fully erect. Bruce kept the top layer of his armor on, unsure of what to do.
“You’re big!” one of the girl’s commented.
“You’re almost as big as the prince!” the other one chimed in.
Kal’s attention snapped to his knight, his expression was glazed with desire. Bruce wondered if his prince would come and scold him; shut the whole thing down. When Kal pulled out of the girl, well before he was ready to cum, Bruce knew he was done for. To the knight’s surprise, just as the girls’ tongues traced the length of his cock, Kal sat up and put his near the mouth of the woman on the bed and she got the hint.
She couldn’t take the fullness of him in her mouth but she tried anyway, gagging on his length. The girls kept a steady pace licking up and down and sucking on Bruce’s cock. The prince and his knight locked eyes, keeping their gazes in place.
It was wrong to look at him like this, Bruce thought. Yet, he couldn’t pull his eyes away. Kal-El’s gaze was steady and deliberate. Bruce could do nothing else but look into his beautiful blue eyes from across the room.
Kal moaned and his fingers tangled in the woman’s hair, pressing her harder into his crotch. Bruce’s hands were stiff and balled up at his sides, he didn’t know where to put them. Bruce grunted. The girls, realizing they were doing a good job, increased their pace. They took turns putting Bruce in their mouth, bobbing their heads on his throbbing cock.
Kal-El pressed the woman in harder, who slapped her hands on his ass, digging her nails into his skin. He started thrusting inside of her mouth, not as hard as he had been on her cunt, but enough to give himself friction.
Pleasure rocketed through Bruce’s body. He stiffened even more as Kal’s thrusting picked up pace, his blue eyes still locked with Bruce’s.
Bruce came, rocketing cum and frustration over the girls’ faces. Kal-El came too, his precious cum dribbling down the side of the woman’s mouth, who eagerly swiped it back inside and swallowed.
Bruce wasn’t sure how or why but this suddenly became the new normal. Bruce would stand in the corner as he usually did, cock hard, and whatever girls or men Kal was done with–that still wanted something to do–would come over and suck him off. He kept his gaze on his prince and his prince… oh, his prince…
Kal changed the direction. He kept his partner’s heads facing Bruce, so that Kal could watch his knight as he thrusted and fucked and kissed and pleasured people that weren’t him. Neither of them said anything about it. Bruce held himself together and came only at the end, at time with his prince. It was a show of dutiful love that didn’t go unnoticed. Eventually, Bruce started taking off his armor when he showed up. Eventually, he got out of the corner and stood nearer to his prince on the bed, so that the head of whoever Kal had one the bed was pressed into the back of whoever Bruce had at his cock.
They weren’t fucking each other, that wouldnt be right because he was his prince. Bruce thought this was the closest they could get without breaking something–Bruce couldn’t deny that he hadn’t fantasized about his prince all his life: with his rippling muscles, soft blue eyes and rumbling voice. He wasn’t the only one; Kal-El was popular all over the kingdom.
He should have known that Kal-El didn’t care for traditions or rules.
One day, Bruce had miscounted–which seemed unlikely. He wanted to time his orgasm with his prince’s, as he always had, but Kal came and Bruce did not. That wasn’t right. Bruce always kept a watchful eye and he always knew his prince’s tells. Bruce’s hard, unsatisfied cock stuck in the air. The person sucking him wanted to keep going but Kal waved his hand in the air, announcing to the room: “I’m tired.”
Bruce held back a snort. His prince and his Kyrptonian DNA made that statement an obvious lie.
But to the people in the room, this meant that they should go and so they gathered their things and scrambled. Bruce grumbled, looking around for where he discarded his armor and clothes. He moved to go pick them up when Kal’s hand snapped around his wrist.
“Wait, Bruce,” he said. “You weren’t fully satisfied.” His gaze fell down to Bruce’s still erect member.
“It’s fine,” he grumbled, snapping his hand out of his prince’s grip.
“It’s not,” Kal-El argued from the bed. “What do we pay for here except for pleasure?”
Bruce grumbled again but he couldn’t find an argument and he didn’t move. He turned his body towards Kal and watched as his prince moved closer to him.
“Is this fine?” he asked, his hot breath coiled around Bruce’s cock.
Bruce grunted. “Fine,” he said quickly.
Kal’s hand gripped his cock gently and, in typical Kal fashion, he kissed the tip tenderly before he took Bruce fully into his mouth; he had no trouble with his size. Bruce’s hand immediately snapped out and gripped the bedpost, keeping him steady. Something about the way Kal was doing it, or Kal himself, made him want to come instantly. How would that look if the prince’s knight didn’t even have the stamina to save himself for his prince? Instead, Bruce mustered all of his power to keep himself from an orgasm.
His cheeks were flushed and he kept his gaze away from Kal’s bobbing head on his cock. Kal’s hand reached up, caressing Bruce’s abs and then up to his chest where he pinched his hard pink nipples. Bruce put his hand over Kal’s keeping him there and then, their fingers threaded together.
Finally, Bruce looked down. Kal was looking up at him with his blue eyes, glimmering with affection. Bruce reached down, tucking away the strands of his hair that had fallen out of place.
Kal pulled back, a thread of saliva followed from Bruce’s tip to Kal’s tongue. “Hold my head,” Kal rasped. “Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me, I promise.” With a wink, he was back on Bruce’s cock and the knight did as commanded, dutiful as he was, and pressed both of his hands into the back of Kal’s head, pushing him towards his crotch just as Kal used his energy to pull back against them. Bruce was the push, Kal was the pull.
Bruce watched as Kal’s hands, which were dug into Bruce’s sides (that would bruise later), moved down to his own hard cock. He started pleasuring himself, quickly running his hand up and down his generous length. Bruce wanted to tell him to stop, wanted to tell him that as his knight it was his duty to give him pleasure. Yes, this was all wrong, wasn’t it? Bruce should have been the one with his lips around Kal. He should have been doing this for him.
Protests died in Bruce’s mouth in place of moans. “Fuck,” he growled into the air. Kal’s pace quickened and soon Bruce came into his mouth just as Kal came on his own hand. Cum dripped from Kal’s mouth and the prince’s tongue darted out, lapping up every drop. He went back to Bruce’s slowly deflating cock and licked up all the cum-stained saliva he’d left behind. They didn’t talk about it, mostly because Bruce was out of the room before Kal could try. Bruce felt shameful and useless but still, his body buzzed where Kal had touched him and his mind replayed the sight of his bright blue eyes and bobbing head.
When Bruce showed up the next time, Kal’s brothel room was empty, except for the two of them. Bruce looked around, wondering if they were late or…
“I thought I would just do it alone this time,” Kal said, reading Bruce’s thoughts.
Bruce looked at his prince as he carefully disrobed and then he looked at his large, thick cock as Kal ran his hands over it, pumping slowly.
Bruce gulped.
Kal sat at the edge of the bed, masturbating in Bruce’s direction. One hand pumped on his cock while the other was gripping the fabric of the bed tightly. Bruce watched Kal get erect, his own cock throbbing in his pants.
“Wait.” This time it was Bruce’s voice breaking the silence. “Let me…as your knight…let me…”
Bruce pulled off his clothes quickly, kneeling before his prince. Bruce trailed kisses up his thighs and Kal leaned back, pressing both his palms against the mattress. Bruce had never sucked a cock before, but he would try for his prince. Following the example of everything he had observed, he gripped Kal’s cock with one hand and put him inside of his mouth slowly. Kal was large, but Bruce was determined. His cock was warm and soft and it throbbed and twitched for him. Bruce put his hot tongue against his member and licked.
Kal groaned and Bruce’s own cock turned hard from the sound. Bruce bobbed on his cock, sucking and pumping. Kal groaned again and pressed his hand hard against Bruce’s head. He pulled on his hair, muttering kryptonian curses into the room.
“Fuck, Bruce…fuck…”
Bruce felt proud being able to do this for his prince; his observant skill was finally good for something tangible. As Bruce pulled back to breathe, he looked up and saw the sadness woven into his prince’s face. Bruce stood up immediately, whipping the spit on his chin with the back of his hand. “My prince, did I…”
“Bruce,” Kal interrupted him. “Bruce, fuck, I want…” Kal looked away. Bruce saw his Adam's apple bob once before he looked back at him. “I want you, Bruce.”
Bruce’s stomach twisted and his cock twitched. “W-what?” He asked but he understood.
Kal looked up at him with watery eyes.
“As your knight, I will–”
“No,” Kal groaned. “Not as my knight. I don’t want you as my knight, I want you as Bruce . As my best friend. As my Bruce …will you do it? Will you…”
Bruce eyed the bottle of lube on the nightstand. He had thought about it. He had thought about it a lot. He gulped as he turned back. He couldn’t run from the truth for long. “I want you too,” he said quietly, just enough for Kal to hear. “But I’ve never…”
“I’ll be gentle,” Kal assured, holding out his hand. “Come here, you grump.”
Bruce fell easily into Kal’s arms, kissing him fiercely as he had always wanted. He put decades of yearning into each touch and kiss. Their hard cocks brushed against each other as Bruce pushed his body harder against Kal’s. Kal moaned into his mouth, twisting them around so he was on top. He kissed him down the side of his tense jaw, sucking on his neck. Kal’s hand dropped to Bruce’s cock and he stroked him there.
“Kal…” Bruce moaned.
“I know.” Kal kissed his chest. “I know, I know.” Then down his body.
Bruce reached to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, handing it over eagerly to Kal who chuckled softly at the action.
“No sense of romance?” He teased.
“Not right now,” Bruce rasped. “ Fuck .” Bruce wouldn’t say it, he wasn’t the type to say it but he wanted Kal and right now, he felt like he needed Kal.
“Will you turn around?” Kal asked and Bruce quickly obeyed, his stiff cock dangling down.
Cold liquid pressed against his asshole and Bruce bit on his lip to keep himself from moaning. Kal’s fingers came next, spreading the lube inside of him and taking his damn time doing it. Bruce leaned into his arms, ass up for Kal and head buried in the pillows. He was about to scream–like some rapid dog who needed its meal –when Kal finally entered him.
Kal was slow, to his credit, but it still hurt and Bruce’s back instantly arched. The piercing pain didn’t last long–Kal started thrusting softly and with each motion pleasure shot across Bruce’s spine.
“Fuck,” Bruce groaned. Kal’s balls slapped against his ass as his pace picked up, thrusting in and out with steady rhythm.
Kal leaned down, pressing his chest against Bruce’s back. He gripped his hair and pulled his head back, kissing his neck roughly. “Is this good?” He groaned.
“Yes.” Bruce twisted his head around, kissing Kal. He didn’t really want to talk, he wanted Kal to fuck him harder than all those other people he watched him fuck. He wanted to be better than them, more special than them. “Harder,” he growled.
“Are you su–” But before Kal could finish his sentence, to show how sure he was, Bruce pushed with his arms and pressed his ass back against Kal.
That was enough of an answer for the kryptonian. Kal clasped one hand in Bruce’s hair, pulling and tugging, and squeezed the other on his thigh, holding him in place. He thrusted with hunger. He pounded Bruce with desire and need .
“Fuck,” Kal cursed into the air. He moved both his hands to steady on Bruce’s shoulders, pushing into him as if he wanted to break his back. He thrusted quickly, pumping into Bruce’s ass. He held nothing back, pressing their bodies together as he fucked Bruce the way he longed to fuck him for all this time. He was surprised at how well Bruce was lasting and taking his cock, but that was a mystery for another time.
Kal only quickened his pace. “Fuck, Bruce…” He leaned down to kiss the knight again, growling in his ear. He reached his hand down to stroke Bruce, make him feel as good as he was making him feel, when he felt a wetness already there. When he looked at his hand, the milky white residue was unmistakable but when had Bruce come? Kal didn’t know and Kal couldn’t stop to think. He kept thrusting until he came too, spreading his cum inside of Bruce.
But he didn’t stop; he wasn’t done.
Harder, faster he continued to thrust and pump inside of Bruce. Bruce’s hand groped Kal, trying to push him further into his ass, somehow. The two continued until the sun rose and cum dripped out of Bruce’s ass, leaking from the seal Kal’s cock made. The sheets were stained with Bruce’s cum, which shot out of him with similar passion.
When Kal was done, he pulled out and watched his cum pump out of Bruce’s ass. The room was a mess and Bruce leaned down with a sigh, cum-filled ass still in the air.
Kal grinned. “Same time next week?”