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Clark bit his bottom lip and tried to fight back a moan. Why did Bruce have to choose this moment to work with Superman on his meeting notes?
Batman, from his standing position on the other side of the desk, continued his lecture about public safety, collateral damages to buildings, etc etc and Clark focused on his breathing.
Would Bruce be able to tell if he used his xray vision right now? He glanced down at the top of the desk that was blocking the view from the activity underneath. His desk was an older model, solid in the front, sides and top which created a perfect hidden space underneath. Clark shifted just slightly in his desk chair but the unrelenting warm pressure around his cock followed him. He used his imagination instead of his superpowers to picture the plush lips surrounding him. The disheveled hair, bright blue eyes that'd be watery from taking too much…
Bruce continued in his normal flat tone and Clark was jerked back to the present. Bruce was using him as a sounding board as the overly competent man tried to work out what to cover in their next JL routine meeting. That was normally fine, Clark loved helping his friend and knowing that Batman actually valued Superman’s opinion, but right now Clark was just a bit… preoccupied…
“...and I want them to understand that money isn't the problem, it's the inconvenience to ordinary citizens, the upheaval to their lives…” Bruce fiddled with the PowerPoint font again.
“Bruce,” he started but a kittenish lick across his cockhead had him gasp.
Bruce looked at him with mild concern beginning to show. “Clark, you look oddly flushed, are you-”
“I'm fine,” Clark shifted just enough to reach a hand under the table and yanked on the silky locks.
Bruce's face twisted in confusion. Clark kept eye contact with Bruce even as he pulled his cock free from the mouth that was trying to immediately latch back on.
“Are you sure?” his friend continued, still shooting him a slightly concerned frown.
“Yep,” Clark managed a smile while tightening his grip on the hair in his hand, preventing the man under the table from moving forward. His cock throbbed between his legs as Bruce turned his attention back to his notes.
“Very well, I think this meeting needs…”
Clark gave in to the desire coursing through him and pulled the hair back towards his cock, smiling as warm lips opened and wrapped around him immediately. He let go, bracketing his legs around the body under the desk and forcing himself to relax.
The talented mouth was incredibly distracting but luckily Bruce was mostly talking to himself anyway. He'd ask a question aloud, but reach the answer and move on without much input needed from Clark. Clark knew it wasn't a dismissal of his opinions but more so Bruce trusted him to speak up if anything needed further consideration.
Clark really hoped nothing needed his consideration because all he could think of was the warm mouth that was beginning to drool around his cock. Unrelenting wet heat, a tongue twisting around, plush lips wrapped tightly… Clark focused on maintaining control of his breathing.
He shifted his foot and pressed it between the man's legs to feel a hard bulge. A muffled groan rose from under the desk and Clark glanced up to see if Bruce noticed.
He hadn't, Batman was fiddling with the fonts again on his presentation. “I think we should have some of the younger heroes hear this message too,” he was saying.
Clark nodded dutifully in agreement.
“Nightwing obviously sets the right example,” Bruce said and Clark stroked the top of his foot lightly between Dick's legs.
“He is definitely talented,” Clark agreed with a smirk. Batman ignored the added commentary and returned to talking about collateral damages.
“Bruce,” Clark suddenly interrupted. “Can we finish this later?” His balls were beginning to ache, and while the game was a little fun, he definitely had to draw a line somewhere.
Bruce gave him another quizzical look before nodding and gathering his things. Not fast enough. “Sure, I need to go find Dick and see his thoughts anyway.”
Clark bit his lip and gave a tight lipped smile towards his friend as a clever hand wrapped tightly around his shaft.
As soon as the door closed behind Bruce, Clark slammed the chair back and drug Dick out from under the desk. “You are a menace,” he fondly grasped Dick's face and guided him back to Clark's throbbing cock. “Finish what you started.”
Dick smirked up at him as he gently resisted, turning his face slightly so the cock rubbed against his cheek, smearing the spit and precum, instead of slipping into his mouth. “Or counter offer, you take this plug out of me and fuck me over the desk.”
How could he resist that offer? Clark lifted and spun Dick around by his waist, yanking his pants and underwear down. Dick wasted no time in pressing his front to the desktop and presenting his ass, bright blue plug still buried where Clark had left it this morning.
Clark reverently caressed the plump muscle in front of him before gently tugging the plug free. Dick's cock hung heavy between his legs so Clark grasped it, feeling the silky hardness throb as he pushed inside the prepped hole. He squeezed lightly and Dick bucked up against him.
“Fuck, come on, Clark,” Dick whined. “You've been fucking edging me all day. Let's gooo…” Dick's plea was accented by a wiggle of his ass.
Clark couldn't help but laugh before gripping Dick's hips and setting a fast pace that had Dick scooting across the desktop. Dick grew quiet, for him at least, with all his witty words dissolving into gasps and moans underneath Clark.
Feeling his orgasm finally approaching, Clark let go of a hip to stroke Dick off. The clutch of Dick's ass as he came pushed Clark over too, filling Dick deep inside.
He waited for a moment for Dick to catch his breath, then stepped back and twisted the plug back up inside Dick. The young man groaned against the flat of the desk, but Clark ignored as he pulled up Dick's pants.
“Stop,” Dick's voice edged another whine but he stayed pliant against the desk. “I need to go get cleaned up.”
"You look fine to me,” Clark smiled when Dick shot him a dubious look. “Anyways, no time for that. Batman is looking for you to discuss some important matters.”
Dick straightened suddenly and shot a shocked look back at Clark. “You expect me to go talk to my dad with your cum and plug up my ass?”
Clark's smile took on a feral edge that had Dick shuddering in delight. “I think it's just what you deserve for that little desk incident.”
Dick stared in disbelief for another moment, then cracked into a laugh. “Alright big guy. Turnabout is fair play.”
Clark beamed as Dick gave a jaunty salute and headed off to find Batman. He couldn't wait to see what Dick tried next.