Clark is fine without red sun generators. Because honestly, he's not worried about hurting Bruce. Not when every languid moment together has been so blissfully good.

"For science," he says after a moment of lazy kisses with just a couple of nibbles added in, "the most prevalent reaction to the experiment was a tie between" more kisses "a desire to lick up this one drop of water that'd made it's way down your chest" a kiss to where the path of that water had been, "and a need to take those pants off you with my teeth and... well..."

He looks up.

"You got the rest of that."