Clark stared at the bed in question. A bed belonging to his husband Bruce Wayne, which was not occupied by him alone. At least four other bodies chaoticly thrown about.
Dick clingy to Bruce's back, Jason on Dicks leg, Tim on the pillow and Damian near the edge. His son, Jon on the floor under Damien. Kon was in the mansion somewhere. Probably in Tim's room.
He had been off on a mission and hadn't been able to communicate for the past week with his household. Yes, he missed everyone in the household, but he took his time trying to sneak in quietly because he wanted some dick from Bruce.
The kids would have all of his undivided attention tomorrow, but tonight he wanted his spouse. Not the spawns. Dick was even 21, so he didn't understand why he was here and wherever Dick went, Jason followed.
Jon probably didn't even know he was on the floor and he wasn't going to move him. He was surprised Krypto and Ace weren't in the room as well.
He came in horny, was still a little horny, but knew tonight was a bust. He held back a yawn and decided to pick up John. He didn't feel like sleeping alone, so he scooped him up and walked over to the couch by the balcony. Placed Jon on his chest and threw a blanket over the both of them.
A creampie would have to wait, he thought.