Fic: The Cape Makes The Man (3/3)
Title: The Cape Makes The Man (3/3)
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Dick
Categories: Romance, Humor
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce develops an obsession for a certain Kryptonian cape.
Date Of Completion: June 10, 2007
Date Of Posting: June 11, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 675
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
Author’s Note: This three-part tale is a birthday gift to
starsandsea . Since you are so wonderfully inspired by my Fic Prompts and Challenges, I wrote my response to one of my Fic Prompts with you in mind. Please enjoy!
III
MORE CAPE PORN!
Bruce captured his mouth in a bruising kiss, fingers digging into his arms. He was going to play rough for awhile, and that suited Clark just fine.
Bruce’s tongue was playing with his, and then Clark found himself flat on his back, Bruce licking him from throat to navel as Clark combed his fingers through his lover’s hair. When Bruce lifted his head, his eyes were sparkling, and Clark’s heart jumped. He loved seeing Bruce this relaxed and happy.
Bruce reached over Clark’s head and pulled back with both capes in his hands. He let Clark’s cape fall to the bed, then took his own and gently began trailing the ends over Clark’s skin.
The silk tickled Clark, whose senses were engaging quickly. He could feel every fiber, every whisper against his skin as Bruce slowly slid the cape over his chest, down his arms, and half-draping over his stomach. Then the cape began tickling his thighs, then teasing him ever-so-gently over his cock.
He shuddered, the delicate touch setting his nerve endings on fire. Did Bruce realize how sensitive he was?
Of course he does, the bastard!
Yet Clark couldn’t fault his teasing lover as he squirmed and blew out his breath, whimpering as the silk scraped feather-light across his thighs, slipping down to caress the inner thighs.
He moaned softly as suddenly a new sensation touched his chest. His cape! Silken as Bruce’s, but with enough difference in texture to deliver different sensations. He whimpered again as the cape brushed over his nipples, stiffening them to peaks and then gasped as his entire chest was treated to silky kisses. He dug his fingers into the sheets.
“Turn over,” Bruce whispered in his ear, and he obeyed as he rested his head on the pillow.
His muscles quivered as the capes were employed by Bruce to caress his back, teasing along his spine, then suddenly Bruce’s cape was loving his thighs, then the curve of his buttocks. He bit his lip as the sharp, pointed folds of the Bat-cape slipped between the cleft of his cheeks, trailing down to tease his opening. He gasped as his own cape was dropped onto his thighs, then Bruce’s fingers slid under the draped cape and began teasing his anus, gently pushing in while his other hand rubbed his buttocks with a callused palm. Bruce urged his legs further apart, trailing kisses down his shoulderblades now, then his spine, and finally worshipping what Bruce had once called, “The best ass in the galaxy,” and Clark shivered as Bruce abandoned him for a moment, then slowly began to enter him as he draped both capes over his back, letting the textures and sensations overwhelm him.
Bruce filled him, sliding in and out in a slow but sob-inducing rhythm, then quickening as urgency crackled in the air. He groaned out his demand for “Faster!” but Bruce had his own ideas. He paced himself, squeezing Clark’s buttocks and then ramming in with all his strength, a luxury afforded him because Clark could not be hurt. The hard, deep strokes shook Clark with their intensity and tears gently slipped down his face as Bruce loved him, completely and forever, one last thrust sending Clark to the stars he loved so well.
Dizziness assailed him and he felt himself come almost in the same moment as Bruce, his lover’s seed scalding him as their mingled capes slid over his body. Bruce was on top of him, grinding the silk into his skin as his arms came around to hold his shoulders.
Clark turned his head, receiving a kiss as his reward. He listened to Bruce’s breathing, then his lover slid off him and they faced each other, Bruce grabbing both capes and playfully covering their naked bodies with the entwined silk.
“So,” Bruce finally spoke, “I guess this counts as major cape porn?”
Clark began to giggle, then let himself explode into full-blown laughter as he grabbed Bruce, who was laughing, too, and they snuggled under their shimmering capes.
Author: BradyGirl
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Bruce, Dick
Categories: Romance, Humor
Rating: (this chapter): NC-17
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bruce develops an obsession for a certain Kryptonian cape.
Date Of Completion: June 10, 2007
Date Of Posting: June 11, 2007
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC does, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 675
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
All chapters can be found here.
Author’s Note: This three-part tale is a birthday gift to
starsandsea . Since you are so wonderfully inspired by my Fic Prompts and Challenges, I wrote my response to one of my Fic Prompts with you in mind. Please enjoy!
III
MORE CAPE PORN!
Bruce captured his mouth in a bruising kiss, fingers digging into his arms. He was going to play rough for awhile, and that suited Clark just fine.
Bruce’s tongue was playing with his, and then Clark found himself flat on his back, Bruce licking him from throat to navel as Clark combed his fingers through his lover’s hair. When Bruce lifted his head, his eyes were sparkling, and Clark’s heart jumped. He loved seeing Bruce this relaxed and happy.
Bruce reached over Clark’s head and pulled back with both capes in his hands. He let Clark’s cape fall to the bed, then took his own and gently began trailing the ends over Clark’s skin.
The silk tickled Clark, whose senses were engaging quickly. He could feel every fiber, every whisper against his skin as Bruce slowly slid the cape over his chest, down his arms, and half-draping over his stomach. Then the cape began tickling his thighs, then teasing him ever-so-gently over his cock.
He shuddered, the delicate touch setting his nerve endings on fire. Did Bruce realize how sensitive he was?
Of course he does, the bastard!
Yet Clark couldn’t fault his teasing lover as he squirmed and blew out his breath, whimpering as the silk scraped feather-light across his thighs, slipping down to caress the inner thighs.
He moaned softly as suddenly a new sensation touched his chest. His cape! Silken as Bruce’s, but with enough difference in texture to deliver different sensations. He whimpered again as the cape brushed over his nipples, stiffening them to peaks and then gasped as his entire chest was treated to silky kisses. He dug his fingers into the sheets.
“Turn over,” Bruce whispered in his ear, and he obeyed as he rested his head on the pillow.
His muscles quivered as the capes were employed by Bruce to caress his back, teasing along his spine, then suddenly Bruce’s cape was loving his thighs, then the curve of his buttocks. He bit his lip as the sharp, pointed folds of the Bat-cape slipped between the cleft of his cheeks, trailing down to tease his opening. He gasped as his own cape was dropped onto his thighs, then Bruce’s fingers slid under the draped cape and began teasing his anus, gently pushing in while his other hand rubbed his buttocks with a callused palm. Bruce urged his legs further apart, trailing kisses down his shoulderblades now, then his spine, and finally worshipping what Bruce had once called, “The best ass in the galaxy,” and Clark shivered as Bruce abandoned him for a moment, then slowly began to enter him as he draped both capes over his back, letting the textures and sensations overwhelm him.
Bruce filled him, sliding in and out in a slow but sob-inducing rhythm, then quickening as urgency crackled in the air. He groaned out his demand for “Faster!” but Bruce had his own ideas. He paced himself, squeezing Clark’s buttocks and then ramming in with all his strength, a luxury afforded him because Clark could not be hurt. The hard, deep strokes shook Clark with their intensity and tears gently slipped down his face as Bruce loved him, completely and forever, one last thrust sending Clark to the stars he loved so well.
Dizziness assailed him and he felt himself come almost in the same moment as Bruce, his lover’s seed scalding him as their mingled capes slid over his body. Bruce was on top of him, grinding the silk into his skin as his arms came around to hold his shoulders.
Clark turned his head, receiving a kiss as his reward. He listened to Bruce’s breathing, then his lover slid off him and they faced each other, Bruce grabbing both capes and playfully covering their naked bodies with the entwined silk.
“So,” Bruce finally spoke, “I guess this counts as major cape porn?”
Clark began to giggle, then let himself explode into full-blown laughter as he grabbed Bruce, who was laughing, too, and they snuggled under their shimmering capes.