I just think that it's extremely important to note that while Bruce has been put in clown jail by his own alter ego, Clark continues to have a great time. He's dressed like a cowboy. He's talking like he's in a Western. He's robbing a train.
HE'S NEVER LOOKED BETTER
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Morning run with your alien jog partner
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Pretty much how I’m expecting the whole Batman v Superman film to go
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Accidental
In keeping with tradition, here is a random Tickletober fic that is several days late.
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A groan slipped past Bruce's lips as Clark trailed a line of hot open mouthed kisses down the column of his throat. Fingers tangled in the thick curls, he encouraged Clark to come back up to his mouth with a gentle tug.
Clark smiled into the kiss when Bruce made a soft contented sound, his own hands coming up to cup Bruce's face. He broke away from the kiss, laughing breathlessly at the small annoyed huff from Bruce, and tilted Bruce's head to the side to continue his exploration.
Bruce failed to stifle a moan when Clark started on the side of his neck, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. His breath hitched when he felt a quick graze of teeth, the hands on the sides of his face preventing him from flinching backwards.
"You like that?" Clark whispered, licking a small strip of skin and chasing it with another nip.
Bruce hissed through his teeth, his hand tightening in Clark's curls. "Yes."
Clark continued on his path, littering a trail of kisses across Bruce's collarbone before continuing up the other side of his neck. He changed tactics on this side, sucking a small mark into the dip where the shoulder and neck met. He pulled away when Bruce sucked in a shocked breath that, on anyone else that didn't have a stash of kyrptonite in their home, he would have called a squeal.
"What was that?" Clark asked, eyes sparkling with mischief as he took in the light pink dusting Bruce's cheeks.
Bruce was gnawing on his lip to try and fight off a smile, and stubbornly resisting the urge to rub his hands on his neck to chase away the tickly feeling. "I...may be...a little ticklish." He admitted, taking a step back when Clark's entire face lit up.
"Oh, I am so going to explore that." He crowded further into Bruce's personal space, laughing at the alarmed look on his face. "Later." He promised, looping an arm around Bruce's waist so he couldn't back away any farther. "We have more important things to attend to right now."
And if he happened to spend more time peppering kisses on Bruce's neck than he normally would--well--who could really blame him?
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Art by https://twitter.com/hokkemaruyaki
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In this one, Clark has to babysit Bruce because he's been hit by a curse that turns him mad every time he puts on the costume. Naturally, Clark's solution is to rip off the batsuit every time.
World's Finest #182
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