The nip gets a single shake of his shoulders; the slow, tender kiss? a sweet, happy response. Clark takes the time to savor that kiss before Bruce slips away to toe of his shoes. He even sits for an extra moment or two with his fingers lightly pressed to his lips, silently showing his appreciation even as he stands.

The walk to the bed is short, the virtue of a small apartment, and he tugs off his button-down shirt before following suit and removing his shoes. He's not trying to encourage less clothing so much as he wants to make sure that he has a full range of movement. And to be fair, the undershirt, while hiding exactly nothing, is still a shirt.

Then he's slipping onto the bed and beckoning Bruce on.