Bruce frowns at him, and it might have actually been convincing if he wasn't still flushed and sweat-covered and glassy-eyed. Jesus Christ, Kansas.

"Why wouldn't I want to?" --also less effective than normal, but the implication of that being an unbelievably stupid suggestion remains. Of course he wants to, has Clark just not been paying attention, or what. Bruce kisses him, one hand on the side of his neck, and then rolls them so that he's settled atop the other man.