Clark can't help the big, warm smile that lights on his face at the move, the way that his muscles relax and sink a little at the feel of those arms, the solid chest against his back. He turns his head a little and drops a kiss into the hair there before letting himself enjoy it as he shifts the eggs a little in the pan.

His free arm raises to settle over one of Bruce's and he gives one of those hands a squeeze. Love you too, Bruce.