Wayne. @ParanoidBat

[ @NobleReporter ] « on Clark’s ass. Because that’s his ass. And he’s going to tap that. After some food.

[ @NobleReporter ] « head tipping slightly. “We are getting Indian… and I will, indeed, take this off you afterwards. So congrats, you are going to get both.” Just to make it a statement, before he walks around the car and climbs inside, he delivers a smack »

[ @NobleReporter ] « about who sees them. “The food one, or the sex one.” He even shoots a look at Clark—and clearly avoids eating him up with his eyes alone again. “That said…” with the car unlocked, he opens the passenger door for his lover and adds, »

[ @NobleReporter ] « Bruce will get an earful about their PDA. But that won’t matter. “…I am starting to consider which hunger is stronger in you,” Bruce comments once they get out of the store, hand in hand and with a Bruce Wayne giving zero flying rats »

[ @NobleReporter ] « he fails. “Horndog.” It’s his response, though he doesn’t deny the hand that grabs his own and neither does he pull away when they step out and the woman sends him this knowing /look/. He knows next time she and Alfred get a phone call, »

[ @NobleReporter ] « up the last ounces of strength he has and convince himself that sex in a fitting room is not worth the damage to an old woman’s mind. Or that’s what he says, really. “…” He does /try/ to send a glare Clark’s way, he really tries, but »

[ @NobleReporter ] Incredulity. That’s the only thing on his mind at the moment. Even though he himself thought about the prospect of getting rid of that suit, hearing Clark use teasing words about it makes him consider his life choices. And maybe gather »

( @NobleReporter ) « against Clark’s body, purposely rocking his hips, once, before grinning. “And, I mean, you prepared this nice bath… we could enjoy it… if that presentation of yours is not too important, that is.”

( @NobleReporter ) « lip, the hand currently grabbing onto those curls traveling down and holding the back of the Kryptonian’s neck. “It is really, /really/ your choice.” But because he likes to add insult to the injury, so to speak, he presses tad harder »

( @NobleReporter ) « really thinks he’s said ‘jack off’ a lot of times in the past few seconds and somehow, that irritates him. He needs a synonym. “So,” taking advantage of the distance between their lips, Bruce leans in and delivers a nip on Clark’s bottom »

( @NobleReporter ) « said…” oh great, is he getting hard again? He really wants to look down just to verify—or to chastise his own dick for reacting at such foreplay. “…if you /wanted/ to make your presentation, my only option would be to jack off.” He »

( @NobleReporter ) « honeyed voice that feels hotter on his skin than any water does. It’s unfair, Clark shouldn’t be turning the tables on him. “Technically speaking… no, I do not require any help to jack off…” Despite the situation, that is. “I just »

( @NobleReporter ) « around him. It’s not exactly what he had in mind, even if it is, so he can’t really decide which course of action to take now. He doesn’t even have time to look down before he has Clark’s face close to his own, talking in that husky, »

( @NobleReporter ) Alright… he can’t say all of his plans are successful and the ones he thinks about when he’s around Clark in a non-professional environment are usually half-thought out… which is probably why he almost flails when his lover’s hand wraps »

[ @NobleReporter ] « to the Manor later, so now, it was only a matter of walking out of the store again. “We are not done, Kent. And I think we are getting Indian.”

[ @NobleReporter ] « of course, that was true. Hm-mh. “…come on,” Bruce got closer, breathed in the same inches between their noses… and then moved away, stepping down from the platform and offering his hand to Clark. The kind lady could send Clark’s clothes »

[ @NobleReporter ] « wanted to tease the guy and keep his compliments to himself, but ultimately, feeding the Kryptonian words always made him vibrate like an over-enthusiastic puppy and Bruce, ultimately, loved it. “…so this is why I’m dating you.” Because, »

[ @NobleReporter ] « depths of his pockets to Clark’s sides, touching hipbones that were covered with the most expensive cloth Bruce could buy in that ratty place. “Hm, not bad.” His lips twitched a little as he looked at those brilliant eyes; he really »

[ @NobleReporter ] « gift—and, well… he could not say he was not going to open it up later. Later, key word. Something he had to remind himself. Clearing his throat, he walked up to the platform and stood right in front of the other, hands moving from the »

[ @NobleReporter ] « suits, watching him dressed like a model was something else; and he was not too fond of the phrase about the clothes making the person, but in this case… he really had to agree. With that suit, Clark’ body was wrapped up like a »