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Clark stared at the little vibrator in his hand, unsure what to think.
He'd swung by a sex store earlier that day, hoping to find something that would provide him with some sort of relief. The lady who'd helped him out wasn't judgmental, thankfully, but he'd almost exploded out of embarrassment when he started browsing through the various toys. He'd settled on a few different toys, a dildo, a normal vibrator, and then the clitoral vibrator which he currently had in his hand.
Clark pressed the buttons experimentally, turning it on and cycling through different speeds. Thankfully, it wasn't too loud, so hopefully the neighbors wouldn't hear it. Still, he felt anxious about actually using it. He'd never masturbated before, but after what had happened back at the batcave... well, he'd been desperate for that same sort of relief.
Clark turned the vibrator off and set it on the bedside table. Stripping off his clothes, Clark flopped backwards onto the bed and spread his legs apart.
Just do what makes you feel good, Clark. Take it slow.
Clark reached down with one hand and started running his fingers around his entrance. He could feel himself begin to open up, and his mind flashed back to when Bruce had compared him to an orchid. Bruce didn't call him a freak for having alien genitals, but rather, equated him to something beautiful. The thought made his cheeks flush pink.
Clark pulled his hand up just a little and started rubbing gentle circles on his clit. Every little touch fueled the slowly growing heat in his belly, causing his opening to drool with slick and making him moan softly, but it wasn't enough. Clark reached over to the bedside table, grabbed the vibrator, and turned it on to a medium setting. Desperate for some relief, Clark lowered the little vibrator onto his clit.
The sudden jolt of sensation made Clark let out a loud gasp, and he quickly muffled himself with one hand. Whimpering into his hand, Clark moved the vibrator around his clit, his hips bucking involuntarily. He probably should've started on a lower setting, but this was too good and at the same time, not enough. He needed something inside him. Clark reached his hand down to finger himself, forgetting all thoughts of muffling himself.
As he slid his first two fingers into his now dripping wet pussy, his mind went back to the batcave, much to his dismay. He remembered Bruce using the speculum on him, how it had opened him up right before his best friend's eyes. Had Bruce really thought Clark was beautiful? Had he liked what he'd seen?
Clark's mind wandered away from his Metropolis apartment, and in that moment, he was back in the batcave, lying on the same table where Bruce had first inspected him. Bruce was pumping his fingers inside of him, asking him, "How do you feel?"
"Bruce," Clark moaned aloud, "I need more, please..."
Bruce was nodding at him, and before Clark could ask what Bruce was doing, the man was bending down to run his tongue along Clark's pussy, tasting him. Before long, Bruce was putting one hand on Clark's knee, still fingering him with the other hand, and was now eating Clark out, his tongue deep inside of him. The image of Bruce drinking down his juices like some sort of alien ambrosia made Clark cry out, "Fuck, Bruce, you feel so good!"
Bruce was getting up now, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants. He was giving Clark a look that asked, "Are you ready?"
"Fuck me, pleeeeease, fuck me Bruce," Clark begged in a high, breathy voice.
And then, Bruce was sliding his thick cock inside of him, saying, "God, you're so fucking tight," gritting his teeth as he bottomed out. He wasn't giving Clark any time to rest, as moments later, he was fucking Clark with a ferocity that he usually only reserved for the battlefield, an unbridled strength that somehow always managed to turn Clark on. Clark swore he could feel Bruce's cock as it was hitting his overly sensitive cervix, making him whine as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes.
Clark could feel his orgasm rushing up to meet him, and Bruce was growling at him, "Beg for me, Clark. Beg for me, and I'll let you come all over my cock. You're so fucking hot like this, fuck! Beg for me!"
"Bruce," Clark sobbed, "I need to come, I need your come! Please, just come inside me, fill me up!!"
And then Bruce was reaching down to rub Clark's clit, and everything all at once made Clark scream as he came, squirting all over the thoroughly soaked sheets.
Clark sank into his bedsheets, trying to calm his breathing. His orgasm had nearly knocked the wind out of him with how strong it was. Turning off the vibrator and setting it on the nightstand, Clark just lay there for a while, letting the realization of what he had just done hit him. He couldn't help but feel guilty about fantasizing about Bruce. Their friendship was potentially ruined, and he had just masturbated about his best friend fucking him.
In the back of his mind, Clark made a decision.
Bruce would never know about this.