#i've now fallen into dc tickle fic territory

[anxious-lee]

This is so cute 🥰

You’re Dead.

“Clark, I swear to God–hngh.” Bruce slammed his own face down into the mattress to hide his smile, despite Clark’s earlier teasing about having x-ray vision.

Bruce was stretched out on his stomach in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, having just gotten out of the shower. Clark was sitting (more like hovering) on Bruce’s thighs, and he was supposed to be giving Bruce a back massage, but a few minutes ago he started tracing some of the scars on Bruce’s back with his lips. Bruce swore up and down that he only squeaked because Clark caught him off guard, but that didn’t explain every subsequent embarrassing noise he’s made.

“Something wrong?” Clark really had that innocent act down to a science. He actually sounded concerned, the bastard. 

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