Clark always wished Bruce had a few kinks.

Between the tight fitting black outfit, and his history with Catwoman, you would

think he would have something. Whips, handcuffs, anything really. But with Bruce, all he really wanted was to fall in bed with Clark, and simply make sweet, passionate love.

It drove Clark crazy. Bruce even refused to have sex with the cowl on, a fantasy that had stayed with Clark even after falling in love with the man and finding the real person underneath the cowl.

So when Bruce woke up one night, head resting against Clark's chest as Clark lay awake, and a small groan escaped his lips, Clark couldn't help but hope. Bruce blinked awake, brow furrowed in discomfort. He kissed the skin that lay beneath his head before looking up into Clark's earnest blue eyes.

"Clark?" His voice was gravely, rough, and had that hint of a smirk as always. Clark's finger's slipped through his hair, smoothing it.

"Yes?" His voice was hopeful, and Clark mentally smacked himself. He sounded pathetic.

Bruce let out a small groan of pain, sitting up. "You have to help me with this kink..."

Clark's cock twitched, even though he realized what he meant. "You're neck?"

Bruce nodded. "Your body is too damn hard..." He rubbed the tense spot irritably.

Clark chuckled softly. "Come here..." He pulled Bruce by his hips so he was settled in between his legs, his back against Clark's chest. Clark smiled weakly. "Now, where does it hurt?"

Bruce frowned, looking insatiably stubborn. Clark rolled his eyes, and began kissing across his neck a little roughly, until he hit a spot where Bruce froze. He kissed his ear apologetically. "Sorry..."

He let his mouth open against the spot, and he blew softly, cooling it down as efficiently as ice. Bruce squirmed under his mouth.

"It needs heat..." Cold was just making it worse. Clark nodded, and with a calculated gaze, let his heat vision warm the spot. He burnt off a few hairs from Bruce's neck, but he never had to know. Bruce sighed softly, leaning back into Clark's embrace.

Soon enough, Bruce was asleep in Clark's arms, and Clark inhaled his scent deeply, memorizing this moment, this bliss. Bruce's heavy and warm body pressed against his, completely trusting, and his face open and calm. It was rare to see him like this, and Clark treasured it. He nuzzled Bruce's neck softly, smiling.

Bruce may not have any kinks, but moments like this made up for it.