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During the weekly Justice League meeting Clark kept being distracted by an odd, low, buzzing sound that out of everyone present in the room only he seemed to have noticed. It didn't exactly sound like a fly, besides - there were no flies at the Watchtower. If there were, they would have been deemed a possible security breach and most likely a spy of some enemy magic user.
Weirder things have happened.
Like the buzzing for example. He couldn't focus with it around and it kept appearing and disappearing at seemingly random intervals. It was grating on his nerves.
Finally, Clark's irritation reached a burning point. He was determined to locate the source of the jarring sound and get rid of it. He opened his senses to a higher degree and listened more carefully, and he looked around.
At Batman.
Huh?
Clark briefly X-rayed his friend’s body, trying to figure out which new gadget might be emitting this specific frequency that was, most likely unintentionally, trying to fry his brain through his ears.
Clark froze, and paled, and then blushed, all too fast for the human eye to catch each of the microexpressions, when his gaze dropped lower, looking through the Watchtower's meeting room table and between Batman's tightly pressed together legs.
There was a small, round, egg-shaped sex toy in Batman's asshole, vibrating at a frequency that only Clark seemed to hear. Just as noticeable as the toy was the red rope that was bound in intricate patterns around his hard cock and balls.
Arousal pooled low in Clark's belly at that unexpectedly erotic view.
He caught a slight movement in his peripheral and when he looked up, Batman's cowl was directed straight at him. Reading his expression was impossible through the lead-lined mask and the shining white lenses over his eyes, but there was a slight flush visible on his cheeks. Batman licked his lips, a quick brush of a tongue peaking out of his mouth. The man’s breath hitched when he noticed Clark looking back at him, and Batman turned his head sharply away.
The vigilante from Gotham casually brought both of his hands under the table and tapped on a semi-hidden button on the underside of his wrist. Another high frequency sound rang out, quieter this time and more familiar to Clark, even if it wasn’t the same one he usually heard during League missions. It was a distress signal.
Clark frowned. Why did Batman use it?
Batman gripped his hands over his thighs, pressing hard into the muscles through the Batsuit and squirming slightly in his seat. The toy shifted a little, stuck deep inside him, pushing at his tight walls. Clark was unashamedly staring, blushing like a goddamn teenager who was looking at his crush. Because he sort of was, and his crush was doing very naughty things in a very public place. Clark was learning many things about Batman and about his own kinks all at once.
Seconds later the vibration stopped and Clark's body relaxed in relief at the break from the buzzing that was mercifully given to him. The abrupt silence was soothing to his enhanced senses. In the corner of his eye he saw Batman's jaw clench.
Clark connected a few dots. The button on Batman's gauntlet didn't stop the toy. It didn't turn off fast enough for it to be a reaction to Batman's own doing. It was a signal for someone else to stop using it.
Clark felt more blood pooling in his cheeks, forming into a flush that signified his embarassment. His cock twitched in interest and small shivers of pleasure were going up and down his body.
He had no idea that Batman was the sort of person who would allow for this kind of behavior at his own workplace. The thought of that turned Clark on, the knowledge that Batman was risqué enough to dare doing this in a room full of his teammates, some of them metas who could detect what he was up to. Clark did. And here they were, both feeling awkward and aroused for entirely different reasons.
Clark knew he would retain none of the information spoken about today at the meeting. He would only remember Batman and the new realizations he made about the mysterious hero from Gotham.
The toy buzzed again. Clark's eyelid twitched at the return of the unpleasant sound and he could see Batman's hips imperceptibly shift in his seat. The man pressed the button on his gauntlet again, harder this time, irritated and in a rush to stop the vibration.
The toy stopped working about five seconds later.
This time Clark didn't even turn his head away from where he was shamelessly looking at Batman's crotch through the table. When Batman noticed his unceasing attention, his heartbeat sped up, it turned rapid and fast, his breathing picked up slightly from his stress and tension.
Clark wondered if the toy would turn on again. If he was the one holding the remote for it, he would use it again. He would tease, even if Batman already signaled 'no, stop' twice. Clark held back a shiver.
As he hoped, the toy turned back on. When Batman released another distress signal, the egg didn't stop vibrating this time. Clark could see Batman's body tense up and then relax. Batman’s thighs spread slightly further out, his hips thrusted up just a little, his cock twitched, the tight channel of his hole clenched around the toy.
Clark was entranced. It was so wrong to watch but Batman knew Clark was watching. Clark knew what Batman was doing. They both knew, but neither could stop the other without announcing what was happening to everyone else in the room.
Batman breathed out, long, controlled and quiet. His feet silently shifted on the floor, the boots pressed hard into the metal, thigh muscles tensed up and his fingers clutched at his legs through the clothes. He briefly pressed his palm against his crotch, but he clearly didn’t need much more stimulation to bring him to his finish. A small tremor shook his entire body.
Clark watched how Batman's red, hard cock throbbed and pulsed, and finally the man reached his peak with a full-body shudder, a quiet hitch in his breath through his nose. He spilled semen into his underwear, a white substance coating the inside of the Batsuit. Clark had to bite his lip to stifle any surprised, aroused sounds of his own.
Batman pressed the button rapidly, five times in quick succession. Seconds later the toy stopped and Batman exhaled, his muscles going lax.
Clark shivered.
Oh Rao. So that just happened.
Clark was absolutely in trouble now, with his own cock as hard as a rock.
He glanced at Batman. The man had his head turned stubbornly away. The blush on his cheeks was slowly disappearing from his pale complexion and his breathing was evening out.
Clark really needed to touch himself right about now. Whatever Kryptonian miracles created the fabric of his suit would make sure that his erection wouldn’t be visible even through the skin-tight material, but that still meant he would have to walk out of the Watchtower and fly to his apartment to rid himself of his awkward, hard problem.
Oh Rao.
Already, Batman looked completely composed and listened attentively to the meeting. Without any trouble, he ignored the wet mess inside his underwear. How was he doing this?!
Batman really was one of a kind.
Clark could feel himself falling just a little more for this special, wonderful man.