Work Text:
It wasn’t an uncommon sight to see Bruce Wayne enter the skyrise in Gotham where his penthouse apartment was with other people. There were two people with him today, both handsome and tall. All of them were wearing winter clothing. Two of them in smart coats, probably designer, the third in a thick cable knit sweater. Together they all made a beautiful trio and people openly stared as they got in the elevator that would take them to the penthouse. There were going to be whispers about who it was that Wayne was going to fuck this time, but it didn’t bother the three of them.
They really were all gorgeous.
The elevator doors closed and Clark immediately kissed Bruce’s neck, sending a little shock of desire down Bruce’s spine.
“Kal, wait,” Diana said with a chuckle. “We’re almost there.”
“He’s so tempting,” Clark said, sneaking a hand around Bruce’s waist. Even though Bruce was a very large man, Clark’s hand took up a lot of real estate on Bruce’s hip. Bruce said nothing, warm where Clark had his hand, even though realistically he couldn’t feel Clark’s heat through the several layers of clothing he had on.
The elevator dinged and they got out and Bruce walked forward to open the door to his apartment. He did do a lot of his fucking there, but Clark and Diana were special. This was special.
The place was clean and sparse in a modern way. Bruce took off his scarf and wool coat and Diana did the same. They draped it over the singular couch in the ‘living’ area. The three of them made their way up the stairs to where the bed was. They had wined and dined before they got here so conversation was unnecessary.
Diana sat down on the Alaskan king bed and Clark followed. Bruce stood, waiting for instruction.
“Kneel,” Diana said and Bruce immediately got to his knees on the floor, despite how his knees protested. He wasn’t a young man of 20 anymore. He had grey hair and crows feet, but the two beings before him were eternal.
Clark asked, “Kiss me?” and Diana obliged. They kissed and Bruce watched. Two of the most powerful people in the world, making out for Bruce’s viewing pleasure. It was unreal. He wanted to touch them both but wasn’t allowed and squirmed a little, mostly in jealousy, when Clark’s hand wandered from the back of Diana’s neck to her breast. Clark had always been a boob-man and she sighed into his mouth as he rubbed the area where her nipple was. He pulled away, lips pink and eyes already dark.
“Get me out of this, Kal,” She said and stood. Clark was eager and stood to unzip her dress. It fell to the floor and she removed her bra shortly after, revealing her ample chest. She slid down her panties. Her form was beautiful, strong thighs and arms. While she did that, Clark got out of his sweater and trousers and cheated using a touch of super speed. Once they were both naked, they sat back down and resumed kissing. Bruce could see their tongues brush and he was disappointed that he was a spectator, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it.
The sound of wet kissing was loud in the quiet room and Clark pulled away again, this time to suck directly on Diana’s tit. His thumbs brushed her brown areolas before going in and sucking and Bruce squirmed some more. His pussy throbbed.
Diana gasped when Clark gently bit down and it was easy to see how affected Clark was as his cock slowly engorged with blood. Clark cupped both her breasts and began to alternate where his mouth was. Diana shut her eyes, gasping softly, and Bruce wished he was Clark in this moment. He felt himself start to get wet.
Diana’s hand roamed down and smeared her wetness around. Clark grabbed her wrist and said,
“Allow me.”
She smirked as Clark got down to his knees beside Bruce. Bruce stifled a pained noise when she spread her legs and used two fingers to spread her lips apart and Clark leaned in. Clark licked Diana from cunt to clit and both her and Bruce trembled. Bruce felt hot watching them, especially warm because he was still in a full suit. They were ignoring him for the most part, which just made Bruce hotter. He balled his fists on his thighs and watched, heat coalescing in his gut and cunt.
This was far from the first time this had happened, but it didn’t make things less hot. Bruce knew the rules. He was to remain there until they had need of him. He bit his lip when Diana groaned and ran her hand through Clark’s unruly curls. Clark slurped and sucked like he was having a tasty meal and Bruce wanted a taste too. He could smell Diana this close and it made his mouth water.
Diana shut her eyes and her chest rose up and down as Clark pushed two fingers inside her and licked from his fingers and upward. She tugged on his hair and Clark focused back on her clit. He started sucking around the engorged bud and fucking her with his fingers. The squelch of the fucking was loud, eclipsed only by the soft pants of Diana. Clark kept going until she tugged on his hair and begged,
“Kal, fuck me.”
Clark stood, lips to chin wet, with his big veiny cock straining against his stomach. He gave himself a stroke and Bruce’s mouth watered again. He wanted that in his mouth, in his pussy, in his ass, he didn’t care where, it just needed to be inside him.
Clark glanced behind him with a smirk, the first acknowledgement of Bruce since this started. Bruce squirmed again, feeling his face grow hot, even after all this time. His pussy clenched with arousal and he tried to look pathetic and fuckable enough for Clark to do something, but Clark was stronger than that.
Clark held his cock with one hand and had his other hand on Diana’s hip and pushed the flared head of his dick into her pussy, and all three of them groaned. Bruce was possibly more aroused than he had been in his life. Diana wrapped her legs around Clark’s hips and Clark started thrusting, hard. The bed had been reinforced with steel just for this purpose, but it still groaned and shook, threatening to break, as Clark fucked Diana harder than he would be able to fuck Bruce. Diana groaned, clearly into the earth shattering thrusts from Clark. Bruce wanted to touch himself so badly and squeezed his fists even tighter.
He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t bear not watching but he also couldn’t bear not touching himself. He squeezed his thighs together and thought he might get away with a little while they were fucking. He rubbed two fingers against his crotch and stifled a gasp. Clark’s head turned when he did it and Bruce knew at once he had been caught.
Why did that thought make him excited?
Clark didn’t say anything, just kept up his brutal pace and Diana moaned with her eyes closed, clearly not focused on Bruce at all. Diana’s back arched and Clark continued to pound. It only took a few minutes after that before Diana’s breath stuttered and she groaned loudly. Clark pulled out and his cock was shiny and wet, still hard as steel.
He held his dick and said,
“Clean her off of me.”
Bruce wondered if Clark forgave Bruce’s earlier transgression. Unlikely, but Bruce was eager to see where this went.
Clark came closer and Bruce automatically opened his mouth. He tasted Diana and Clark’s musk. Clark fed his cock in and Bruce’s eyes watered but he took it. His pussy throbbed again and he was certain there was a wet patch on his suit pants. He felt like he was flooded.
Clark pulled away and Bruce whined, wanting more. Clark chuckled and said,
“Get on the bed.”
Bruce scrambled onto the bed, legs spread and eager.
“He was being naughty,” Clark told Diana. “He tried to touch himself while we fucked.”
She raised an eyebrow and tsked. “He needs to be punished.”
“Definitely.”
That was all the warning Bruce got before Diana spanked his pussy. Bruce yowled, surprised, cried out,
“Fuck! Wait!”
He prepared himself for the second hit, which didn’t help much. It reverbed through his whole body and he felt himself get wetter despite the pain. Diana kept slapping and Bruce groaned, getting jostled and his pussy was on fire. It was doing something for him, despite it all. She held back to not hurt him, but it was a near thing. She swatted over his cunt. She stopped and Bruce was panting, face red, and impossibly wet. His pussy throbbed with heat, both from the spanking and general arousal.
“He’s soaked through his suit,” Clark said and it was true. He had soaked through his underwear and the expensive suit material. There was a damp patch around the seam.
“Such a slut,” Diana remarked like it was something mundane. Bruce bit his lip because it was either that or moaning, proving Diana’s point.
Clark undid Bruce’s belt and pulled his trousers and underwear down in one swoop, finally freeing him. His cock was engorged and prominent, sticking up from the nest of curls. His wetness dripped down his folds to his asshole.
Clark pinched his cock, making Bruce jolt again with a cry and Clark asked,
“Should we even let him come?”
Bruce nodded frantically because the thought of not coming was even more unbearable than not touching himself while watching them fuck.
Diana reached down and easily pushed two fingers inside Bruce. Bruce grunted.
“I think if he doesn’t come when we fuck him, then he doesn’t come.”
Clark nodded. “That seems fair. Get the strap and lube.”
Diana walked away, both Clark and Bruce admired her ass, and got out a harness and lube from a nearby drawer. The harness already had a dick on it, it was one that both Bruce and Diana liked. Diana put it on and tossed Clark the lube.
Bruce’s mind was distracted with arousal at the moment so it took him a second to realize that they were going to both fuck him. It was an exciting thought.
Clark manhandled Bruce so Bruce was laying on his side and Bruce gasped when Clark reached between his legs and dragged his slickness to his asshole. Clark rubbed around his rim and Bruce shuddered when a finger entered inside. His pussy throbbed at the feeling, creating even more wetness.
“You get wet so easily,” Clark said, because of course he had noticed that, and pulled out his finger to drizzle lube onto Bruce’s hole. Three fingers pushed in at once and Bruce groaned as his hole stretched to accommodate.
The fingers disappeared and Bruce felt Clark’s cockhead pressed against his rim. Clark felt huge. He was huge. He was big enough that he rarely fucked Bruce’s cunt unless Bruce was asking for it. Diana for whatever reason could take it. Bruce could not.
Anyway, Diana laid down in front of Bruce and looked over Bruce’s shoulder at Clark and asked,
“Ready?”
Bruce’s involvement seemed secondary to them and it made Bruce dizzy with want.
“Yes.”
With practiced precision, Clark’s huge dick pressed into Bruce’s asshole at the same time that Diana, with the strap which was big but not impossible like Clark, pushed into Bruce’s cunt. Bruce cried out and felt so full, he didn’t know what to do. Thankfully, they didn’t expect him to do anything but lay there and get fucked, which Bruce was happy to do. They started in unison but quickly devolved into their own rhythms, which drove Bruce mad. Clark was fast and piston like, lighting up everything inside him. Diana was slower and more deliberate, hitting Bruce in that spot that made his toes curl.
It was a difficult thing to keep a head with. He could barely think at all, frankly. Clark was so big and hot and Diana touched his belly where there was a small bump that appeared and disappeared when Clark fucked. God, he was so deep and the bulge was a reminder of that. Bruce felt it deep in his soul.
Diana was no slouch tho, and fucked him good and hard. Bruce had been so aroused it didn’t take long for the feeling to start manifesting in his gut. He felt the sparks of pleasure in his brain that triumphed over thought. Diana kissed him, never once stopping her rhythm, and he was helpless to do anything but let her. She licked into his mouth and Bruce groaned, hot with it. He felt so hot. His soul felt like it left with every asymmetrical thrust from Clark and Diana.
He felt so good, he scarcely wanted it to end. And then Diana adjusted her angle and he tumbled over the edge. His vision whited out and he felt incredible all over. Fuck, he felt good. When he came back to earth he belatedly realized he had squirted and had gotten liquid all over him and Diana. His dress shirt was soaked. Bruce opened his mouth to apologize but Diana smiled and kissed him before slowing down and pulling out.
Bruce’s pussy gushed when she did so, leaving a line of his wetness connected to him as she pulled the dildo away. Even if he hadn’t squirted, the spot beneath them would be wet.
Clark either didn’t realize it or didn’t care because when Diana backed away, he got Bruce to get on his back where that spot was. Then he guided himself back into Bruce and somehow felt deeper than before. He started fucking at a brutal pace, not as fast as he had been with Diana, but fast enough that Bruce wailed. Tears formed in his eyes involuntarily as Clark pounded into him. He was sufficiently distracted so he didn’t notice Diana get up and get another toy. A massage wand. She turned it on and pressed it against Bruce’s cock and he lost the plot completely
“F-fuck,” he groaned, voice wavering from the fucking he was receiving. The vibrations went from his already engorged cock straight to his brain. He trembled, feeling hotter and hotter. She removed the toy and he looked at her like she had done something devastating.
“I’ll let you come after he comes,” she explained and Bruce groaned. Clark had legendary stamina, who knew when he would come.
In the meantime, Diana kept teasing, rubbing the toy around his wetness and brushing it with its vibrations against Bruce’s cock. Bruce cried out each time she denied him. He nearly sobbed in relief when Clark slowed down after coming and pulled out. He had come in loads that dripped out of Bruce and normally this interested Bruce, because he was a cum slut at heart, but all he cared about was coming again.
True to her word, she pressed the wand against the base of his cock, making him kick his legs out with the over sensitivity. She rubbed it up and down and he shuddered, clawing the completely ruined bedspread. Eventually, she kept it in one spot and Bruce climbed higher and higher until he saw stars and squirted again, crying out as he did so.
When he came down, he realized he had been crying and wiped his eyes with his arm. His thighs were wet. Everything beneath him was wet. He could feel the mess that Clark made around his asshole and wasn’t surprised when Clark scooped up some of his cum and brought it to Bruce’s mouth. Bruce took it obediently and all the teasing was completely worth it when Clark said,
“Good boy.”
Bruce melted. He desperately needed to be cleaned but for the moment, he sighed as Diana and Clark lay next to him, him in the middle, and knew the people downstairs would never know how close he was to them.