Summary: CH2: Clark did not enjoy the view he saw when he woke up next to his husband.
Clark awoken and saw two extra bodies in his bed with his husband. Damien and Jon.
Oh no, he thought. This won't do. Without so much as a thought for their comfort. He grabbed them by the collars and placed them outside the bedroom door. Jon slept on but Damien let out a yell that woke Bruce.
Sex was on his mind this morning and no offspring of theirs was getting in their way. Locking the door, he stalked back over to the bed. Fuck, sometimes he wish their weren't so many kids in their home.
His true prize was Bruce and the kids were like icing. Icing wasn't mandatory but liked.
"Clark?" Bruce said. Sitting up against the bed frame.
"They were in the way." He crawled back into the bed. Pulling the covers back that were on Bruce's legs.
Bruce liked having the kids in their bed, but he specifically said no to them last night. He didn't have any mercy for throwing them out.
"They'll be hungry." Bruce said even though he was unbuttoning his sleep top.
"They are both lethal weapons. They can manage." Moving in Bruce's legs, he placed one on his shoulder and ripped a hole down the middle of Bruce's sleep pants.
"The fuck, Clark?!"
Clark neatly pulled his own cock out of the buttoned hole in the front of his pants.
"Bruce." Pressing his cock against Bruce's unlubed hole. "Shut up."