[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Bruce turned the steering wheel and the car reversed into the parking space. Clark loosened his seat belt with one hand and looked down at the apartment outside. Clark looked left at the parking lot and right at the greenery in the community, and said, "Look here. It's strangely familiar."

Bruce took out the key and said, "This is the apartment you rented when you were studying for a doctoral degree at the University of London. I took a picture of it after you quit the lease." After thinking about it, he explained: "I don't want someone to be able to extract your DNA."

The reason is really bluesy.

The tall and big Clark put his hands on the storage compartment between the driver's seat and the passenger seat, and gave his boyfriend a rewarding kiss. The two young people who tried to do things that ordinary couples would do in their daily lives, went straight to Kiss until Bruce breaks the kiss, gasping for breath.

Clark Kent's exclusive driver loosened his seat belt, and he leaned sideways on the driver's seat. Clark raised his finger and slid up his boyfriend's cheek, stroking it slightly.And Bruce lowered his hand and held Clark's hand propped on the storage compartment.

Clark felt the calluses on Bruce's knuckles rub against his skin, and Clark raised his hand to hold Bruce's hand, fingers interlaced, and the two leaned slightly to maintain an intimate posture.

Then, the former Brucey baby said: "This way," Bruce raised his hand, four fingers stuck to the arc of the Kryptonian's neck, and his thumb slid across the arc of Clark's cheek bones, and said: "This is the most intimate I feel that the way you touch me is not much different from the way you rub Xiaokrypton."

Clark pursed his lips unhappily. He had the kind of intimate gestures that couples would do on alumni forums. He looked at his boyfriend very helplessly, and said casually, "If I touch Xiaokrypton, it will lick me, don't you?" meeting."

Bruce raised his other hand, held Clark's hand in his hand, lowered his head, his lips touched his curled fingers, and the wet upper lip touched his fingers, Clark felt a little wet, "Oh, is that so?"

Clark felt a sub-current rushing to the cerebral cortex from the touch, he lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against Bruce's clasped hands.

"I enjoy being intimate with you, and I want to... do something to you right now," Bruce said with a hoarse voice, "But, I think I still want to have a good date with you. "

Clark rubbed his forehead against Bruce's hand, and then, Clark pulled his hand out of Bruce's copulating hand, pushed open the passenger's door and walked out, closing the door with a "bang", Bruce looked at his family with a funny face The boyfriend's overreaction, he took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse in his heart, got out of the car and closed the door with his backhand.

Clark walked around the front of the car slowly like an old man, walked up to him, and reached out to his boyfriend like every big boy who is greedy for the warmth of a couple. The couple in the work clothes reserved on the Batplane crossed their fingers and walked towards the elevator in the underground parking lot of the apartment.

In the bedroom, Bruce opened the door of the wardrobe in the bedroom. Clark sat on the edge of the bed, allowing Bruce to take out the clothes one by one. Clark stretched his legs and watched Bruce holding the clothes with one hand and shaking them Looking at the selection posture, Clark asked: "Did you read a magazine and buy a complete set of clothes from which brand?"

Sometimes Bruce, who is too rough to see but sometimes too delicate, chose a suit of clothes, held it in his hand, and asked, "How about this one?" Clark originally admired his boyfriend's careful selection of clothes, Subconsciously shook his head.

Seeing Clark's dazed expression, Bruce turned around and put another one down, and put the clothes in front of him, and asked, "What about this one?" Clark's blue eyes just looked at Bruce's handsome body without blinking. face, and shook his head again.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. He found a suit of clothes and asked, "What about this one?" Clark shook his head quickly without hesitation.

"I see you think I don't have clothes on." As soon as Bruce finished speaking, he saw his boyfriend's eyes light up, and he nodded quickly, "God!"

God of innocent being cue.

Bruce saw Clark's reaction, and he felt that his ready to move nerve was lightly touched by a finger, and it broke with a soft "pop".Clark smiled triumphantly. He pulled the clothes on the bed to the floor, raised his hand, moved his fingers, and a button on the neckline jumped out of the buttonhole.

"It's still very early, B," Clark said, the person who knew best how to tease Bruce's emotions in the world, and said softly, "Come on, I probably have a disease."

Bruce's voice was extremely hoarse, and he said, "What's wrong."

"Bruce Wayne's exclusive skin hunger." Clark replied, kicking off his shoes, moved back a little, and put his arms around the neck of his leaning boyfriend, his lips on Bruce's cheek, Clark's peripheral vision Looking at her boyfriend, she stretched out her hand and lightly touched the red solar radiation touch screen switch on the bedside.

I just want to hold your hand, I just want to touch your skin, I just want to slide my fingers over the calluses on your body, I just want to touch the roughness of the stubble on your cheeks—this is skin hunger, a kind of desire for temperature. hunger and thirst.

Clark murmured and intermittently, he said: "You are sick too, my B."

Bruce let out a pleasant laugh, and he said, "Clark Kent is skin hungry?"

"of course."

When the two of them broke free from the afterglow of bliss, Clark squinted at the spots of the new clothes they had pulled to the floor before - obviously these clothes could not be worn, Bruce was shirtless, and he leaned on the back of the bed , Clark sat on the edge of the bed, raised his feet and picked the clothes on the ground to the side, and piled them into a hill.

Clark stood at the open closet door and picked out a set of clothes. Clark turned around and threw the clothes at Bruce's bent feet. Bruce looked at Clark's contentment and couldn't help but say: "I didn't even know I could make you so...fascinated."

"It's not fascination," Clark sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes swept across the scars on Bruce's upper body, his heart was rippling, but it wasn't distressed, Clark's gaze was like a hook, as if stroking these scars, Clark knew the origin of each scar, Finally, Clark's eyes fell on Bruce's face, and he repeated in a whisper: "It's not obsession, the more I know you, the more addicted I am to your soul."

Bruce smiled, and he said: "I like this sentence," Clark raised his eyebrows, right? Bruce said: "Who else knows me better than you, and who else knows you better than me? Our addiction is inevitable , sometimes, it is difficult for me to remain absolutely calm and objective when it comes to your affairs."

Clark took a deep breath, stood up, picked up the clothes he picked, turned his head and left, Clark could hear clearly, the people behind laughed, Clark turned his head and rolled his eyes, the argument of addiction is really true No problem at all!

"Where's the shoe?" Clark asked viciously.

Bruce said: "I have ordered a series of men's shoes, and the person I invite should be placed in the shoe cabinet at the door. You pick two pairs out." Bruce glanced at Clark's overalls and said, "Pick out two pairs of Martin boots. Come on, pick me another pair of glasses."

"Okay, Master Bruce," Clark said, holding the clothes hanger, "Do you have any orders?"

Bruce shook his head with a smile. Clark paused and said, "Please clean up the scene. These clothes have been thrown into the washing machine." Fiery.

Clark turned his head and walked away with big strides. He was flirting, and he also wanted to date.

After sweating profusely, Bruce, who was sticky and sticky, walked into the bathroom with bare feet, took a five-minute shower, wiped off the water and wrapped himself in a towel, and just plugged the hair dryer into the socket. Carrying a chair and walking in, as soon as he got close to Bruce, Bruce felt the chill coming out of a large amount of ice and snow on the man's body.

"Let me blow it for you." Clark put down the chair he was carrying, and took the hair dryer from Bruce. Bruce raised his eyebrows and looked at Clark in the mirror. Clark added, "This is a hundred couples. One of the things that needs to be done."

"Okay." Bruce listened to the whistling of the hair dryer in his ear, and said, "You also read the post in that forum?"

Clark stared at the mirror in amazement, Bruce looked at Clark through the mirror, Bruce said: "I am happy to obtain knowledge from various sources," Bruce was a little funny, how old-fashioned he was in Clark's impression, Bruce added: So far, I am still ranked first among the rewarding members of the forum."

Clark's hands, chatting with his hair under the wind, stopped and asked, "Is that SGKN789-J56?"

"It's indeed a string of garbled characters, which was automatically generated by the system, and I didn't waste time remembering it," Bruce said.

"During the chat, Winky also said that the leader who tipped him was very generous," Clark said while blowing his hair again. He stared into Bruce's eyes and suddenly laughed out of joy. Confused, Clark said intermittently: "My Rao... I imagine you read his little sweet article, and you can only imagine the dean checking homework!"

"For your Rao's sake, Clark," Bruce finally couldn't help but said, "In your impression, how old-fashioned am I?"

Clark pushed the switch of the hair dryer with his fingers, and the wind stopped. Clark lowered his head and sniffed the scent of peppermint shampoo in Bruce's hair. Clark organized his words and said, "I love you as much as you do." Old-fashioned, control freak, planning control, serious and rigorous and strict, but..."

"Rao, I love you just like this."