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If one thought that heats were annoying. Ruts were worse. Especially when your lover is not human. Ruts with humans were hassles, but it was easy to avoid an alpha when you could get away. Try having an Alpha that has the ability to fly at supersonic speeds or hear a pebble drop on the other side of the world. Avoiding them is not an option. Sure, it sounds like a complaint. A part of it is, but Bruce also loves it so much.
One moment, he could be alone in his office working. Then, within the blink of his eyes, he would be bent over his desk with his alpha behind him, grinding harshly against his ass. It was a thrill that Bruce had found to adore. A thrill that got him shaking in need before his mind even knew the other was there.
It took a bit of time to get to that point, though, because Bruce was lucky. Lucky in so many ways to have an Alpha like he had. An Alpha with so much power in his hands, yet he was the sweetest and most gentle man Bruce had ever come across.
Clark had felt horrible the first time he let his Alpha take control and forced his omega down to submission. Luckily, it did not last long. He had only pinned the man down when he snapped out and gained back control. In that instant, he had let go and started apologizing profusely. Giving his lover loving kisses all over as he hugged him in fear that he had hurt him.
Bruce had found it sweet, but he had also been sad, because it was at that moment that he felt a new feeling wake inside of him. Those few seconds that Clark had control of him and pinned. It had Bruce's heart racing and his body heating up so fast that he was even concerned about how hot that was in his mind. The thought of Clark easily taking him like that before he could even process what was going on. It was an awakening he thought would never happen. It had stunned him so much that he felt frozen. Clark, at the time, thought it was fear in him, but it was very much the opposite.
So once things had calmed down, he spoke with him about it. Wondered if they could test things. Clark, with his abilities, was worried and unsure. Something they slowly went into. And as they got more comfortable. Both realized they had woken things in them that neither knew they had. Things they loved so much and wished they had done sooner. Some things were really kinky, and luckily, with how society was and knew how ruts and heats were. Was accepting of their actions. No time like the present!
Speaking of the present. That was where they were now. Bruce had been working in the watchtower. Wrapping up some paperwork on one of their more recent missions. Suddenly, a gust of wind was followed by heat engulfing him. He knew what it was in an instant. Feeling those familiar hands move along his body and bulge grind up against his armored suit.
“S...sorry, B. I need you bad.” Clark groaned right into his ear as he pinned his lover’s wrist down above him after bending him over the table. His hands were already starting to work past the safety of the suit to gain access to him.
“You don’t need to apologize. We’ve been over this.” Bruce interrupted his lover with the same words they exchanged every time. Every time Clark would apologize, and every time Bruce would reassure him. They both wanted this. It was never one way. If Bruce ever said to stop, Clark would. No matter how drunk on rut the man was, he would never do anything Bruce did not want.
“F-fuck, I love you so much, B,” Clark growled in his ear as he finally made it past the safety and pulled the lower half of the suit down. Loving that he could feel the shaking from his lover. Feel the heat and wetness building up. Fuck, it got him even harder as he growled low in his lover's ear. Loving that it made the build-up grow. “You need prep?” He asked, not giving him time to respond as he slipped two fingers past the folds of his lover and stuck them deep inside. He hummed at the wetness and warmth. Melted at the feeling and sound it got from the man below him.
“Cl...Clark. I don’t need. Fuck...fuck…” Bruce melted and moaned, trying to protest, but how those fingers alone did wonders to him. Bending inside of him and easily brushing over his sensitive area. Not to mention the thumb ever so gently rubbing circles against his clit. It was driving him mad. He needed more. They did not need prep. They fucked this morning before going their separate ways. This was unneeded. “Kal...Kal-El.” He even barked out some in a moan and growl.
That had the Alpha stopping in his tracks and standing upright. Keeping his lover pinned as he looked down at him with lust, removing his fingers but keeping his thumb circling that sensitive knob that had the tiniest but cutest noises squeezing out of his omega. “O...okay. Okay. I got you. No prep.” He chuckled and hummed.
It almost made him a bit sad to go right to fucking. Clark was a man of foreplay. He loved to get Bruce really needy and melting under him, but there was a time and a place for that. Their main meeting area of the Watchtower was not one of them. Anyone could walk in at any time. Not that they cared. It would not be the first time. And they have even walked in on some of their teammates doing the same. It was stuff none of them had never seen before. They all had their hormones, and they all made sure no one felt bad about them. Even Bruce, who hid from it for the longest time.
“You ready?” Clark asked while he teased at the wet folds. It took everything in him to not thrust forward and not stop till his alpha was pleased. He planned to, just wanted to get a verbal response from Bruce first.
“Hurry.” Bruce, in turn, growled, and that was all Clark needed. He chuckled before nodding and slamming in with one solid thrust. He melted instantly at the feeling and sight. Watching Bruce clench his fist tight under his hold while he was jolted forward from the force alone. With one hand, Clark kept his wrist pinned while his other kept his hips in place. Once he was settled, he got to work. Fucking his lover with brutal force like he knew he loved.
Listening as he screamed out into the meeting room, their skin smacked together in perfect harmony. Listening to the sound of his fluids squishing in and out with each slam of his dick inside of him. “Fu...fuck, B. You’re so perfect for me. Such a perfect omega.” He growled while he watched that amazing ass bounce with each slam his hips brought into it.
It was a mesmerizing sight, and it was even better when he gave it a nice smack. Grinning and feeling his alpha become pleased. Leaving a nice mark on his pale skin. “This is mine. You’re all mine.” He growled and groaned. Wanting to leave more marks, but sadly, only his ass and thighs were uncovered. He wanted him naked, but again. Not the place and not the time.
“Y...yes, Kal-el. All yours.” His omega whined. Tears soaked in his eyes, but luckily, his cowl did a good job of hiding it. Especially when he noticed the door open, and in walked Oliver and Hal. That did not stop the alpha.
If anything, it got him more worked up. Bruce got a chill at the growl that escaped his lover, and the next brutal and harder thrust sent to his insides.
That was another thing they had learned in their adventures. Clark's Alpha was a bit of a show-off and very much protective. They knew the protective part from the start. That bled into Clark a lot. Though the showing off was one they discovered when their teammates first became witnesses to their act.
Instantly, when they would enter, it sent Clark into a sort of drive to show off. He would amp up his speed and roughness. Would tighten his grip on Bruce and really give him all he could without any permanent damage. They figured it was the Alpha’s way of showing off that no one else could make his omega feel as good.
Which they could not. Not ever would Bruce want anyone else. They all knew that, but the Alpha was persistent. So they let it happen. And oh, Bruce fucking loved it. Nothing got him more cock drunk and brain-dead than that.
“Clark.” Oliver greeted him happily as if his teammate was not being plowed down and fucked away like a sex toy. Was not the first after all, and Oliver has had Dinah in the same place as Bruce before. It was just another day for them.
“h-Hey Ollie.” Clark groaned as he held back a growl at feeling his burn start to come. Making his thrust more brutal, causing his omega to cry out in pleasure. That was all it took to send them both over the edge.
Clark came back fast due to his Kryptonian biology. Adjusting them both to be sat with Bruce, still sat on his dick. Giving his lover kisses and hugging him close while his mind slowly came back. He would pull out, but it was helping a lot in keeping his rut on the low, and despite having just fucked his lover senselessly, flashing his dick to his friends was something he really did not want to do. Plus, the other was still so warm.
“So, what are you two up to?” Clark decided to be nice and make conversation. Smiling when he noticed Bruce was coming back some. Giving him more kisses on the cheek and holding him closer. So happy to have an omega like him.
“Just checking in for monitor duty.” Hal peeped in with a smile towards the other, always happy to see when Clark was in a rut. He knew it was weird to say that, but when he was, it always meant Spooky was off his back a whole lot more. Meaning he could get away with some things, and the other would never know. “Might dip though after a bit…” He thought for a moment.
That is, till he felt a disturbance and glanced to see Spooky glaring at him. Fuck! He was back in his headspace again. “Just joking, Spooky. Relax.” Hal smiled nervously and even put his hands up in surrender. The man just got his brains fucked out of him, and he was already back to Spooky mode.
How the man did it, he was not sure in any way. And he was not sure he wanted to even know. Just being happy they finally finished signing in, as he moved with Oliver to go to the monitor room.
“He’s going to check the cameras now, idiot.” Oliver chuckled and shook his head. Knowing that meant they were not going to be able to play any of the games they had hidden in there now from Bruce’s knowledge.
“Eh, I think we’ll be fine. If he does, he will do so later, and there is a high chance he might forget once Clark is finally through with him.” Hal chuckled and grinned, moving to his seat as he right away leaned back and got comfortable.
He was right, too. Because once Clark’s rut was finally over. They never once got a write-up or word from Spooky about becoming distracted during monitor duty. They were scotch-free!