"Mm." An affirmative noise, as Bruce continues. He likes how Clark responds to slow, light touches. Like Bruce is hypnotizing him, capturing his full attention - attention normally spread out to the whole Earth and beyond. His hand describes nonsense designs on the other man's bare shoulder, fingertips tracing over his skin.

Maybe they could just do this for the next week. Not like they've got anything else to do. And certainly nothing that comes close to being so important.