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Clark panted, keeping both hands on the desk as Bruce kissed down the back of his neck. They were both panting as Bruce’s hands slid down Clark’s bare side, and unbuckle his pants.

“That’s such a pretty bra,” Bruce husked. “What else are you hiding from me.” “See for yourself,” Clark smirked putting his hands over Bruce’s and helped him slide the pants past his hips. Bruce was content to play with his panty line as Clark finished shimming out of his clothes. With each motion, he made sure to rub himself against Bruce’s groin and tease him with what he couldn’t have just yet.

“Oh my,” Bruce looked down in appreciation of the way those panties fit Clark and emphasized the curves of his ass. And that cute little skirt that covered nothing! He had to take a step back to get a better look. 

One of the stockings was falling down Clark’s thighs and those panties let every curve show. His nipples were perked and showing through the thin lace of the bra. 

“You must really want me.” “I’ve been waiting all week for you.”Clark’s voice quivered with need. “Show me,” Bruce found himself breathless. And just like that Clark was spreading his legs so he could pull his cheeks apart and show Bruce his already prepared hole. He was so anxious he accidentally sent the papers on Bruce’s desk flying with how fast he was moving.  “Bruce,” Clark was panting and keening with need. His cheeks were pink and flushed. “I need you.”

I had a vision of stocking clad trembling thighs, and it turned into a full composition of Kent bent over Wayne’s desk and presenting himself in lingerie.