[ If the shoe fits, Bruce, but that isn't what he's focused on. Clark zeroes in on Bruce's hand like a heat-seeking missle, and the naked hunger in his eyes as the glove is removed is... well, it must be very effective magic.
He reaches forward, pulling Bruce's hand between his own, and doesn't even attempt something sweet and polite. Instead, his lips press at the center of Bruce's palm, immediately intimate, before he breathes in and draws back.
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He reaches forward, pulling Bruce's hand between his own, and doesn't even attempt something sweet and polite. Instead, his lips press at the center of Bruce's palm, immediately intimate, before he breathes in and draws back.
And swallows. ]