| [Dec. 12th, 2007|12:02 am] |
What do I do to unwind when I've had a bad day? (Go go skirting with another panic attack in a week.)
Parody awful fanfic. I'm pretty sure most can guess the "author" I'm imitating. (Hint: She's the star of most of my badfic posts). Bruce/Clark, fucking on dinosaurs kink.
Clark hadn’t known what to make of it when Bruce asked him to visit the Batcave. However, fixing the dinosaur was certainly not what he’d had in mind. He reconstructed it piece by piece, punctuated with sly advice from his partner.
Clark stroked the tail experimentally then wrapped his hands around it, preparing to reattach the last piece. Bruce laughed, rubbing his hand lightly Clark’s back, slipping his hand down to grip Clark’s rear.
“Have a firm hold on it?”
Clark smiled. “I think I’m used to large, meaty protrusions by now, Bruce.”
Bruce got astride the tail, eyes twinkling. “Give me a ride, dinosaur cowboy?”
Clark smirked at Bruce’s deceptively childlike expression, but his eyes drifted down to the open collar of Bruce’s shirt, well-muscled chest prominently on display. “Do you think you can handle a ride with me?”
“I only like ‘em when they’re hard, rough, and leave me gasping. Up to the challenge?” Bruce wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck and licked his ear, as Clark welded the tail back to its owner. The lick nearly caused the Kryptonian to wreck a path of fiery destruction across the cave with a glance.
Clark turned to frown at his partner. “Bad boys who distract me while I’m working get punished, you know.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
Clark kissed Bruce roughly, and Bruce shifted uncomfortably, well aware of the protrusions rising from the tail. Bruce could feel his cock pressing up against the reptile, his pants providing poor protection against its rough skin. The thought of Clark taking him from behind led his blood to be inexorably drawn to his cock, his magnet of lustful desire.
Bruce didn’t notice when Clark pulled the small tube of lube from his pocket, but he readily obeyed when firm hands pushed him forward against the dinosaur. Clark entered him slowly, heat expanding his cavity, Bruce’s head thrown back with a dying capybara’s moan, struck with the poacher’s bullet of love, willingly giving his life to this masterful hunter.
The push and pull, heat filling him to his molten core, a tyrannosaurus rex taking his prey roughly, mercilessly, sweat coating Bruce in an iridescent layer of mica, Clark gasping at the sensation of Bruce’s Batcave closing around him, Clark’s hand unzipping his pants and grasping Bruce’s cock, his essence leaking from the straining lever, begging to be pulled and dispense its white reward, Clark pumping, faster, faster, the image of Bruce’s naked ass driving him to melt into Bruce, hard and sweet and hot and savage, Bruce closed his eyes and a glittering waterfall of light flashed across his eyes and sluiced over him as Clark let loose his barbaric yawp.
Bruce’s ejaculation formed a trail of gloriously debauched ellipses across the pebbled green skin, and he lay post-climax like an armadillo by the roadside, the 18-wheeler tire track of love crushing his armored hide of indifference.
However, today was offset by getting the internship with Audacia Ray, which is pretty much monumental for me, so. Fuck you Dr. Keller and your insinuation that I am clearly lazy and I am not trying to, y'know, balance an pretty hectic life. |
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