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Clark understood why Lois was there. Bruce? Not so much.
It wasn't his sexuality that he was confused about. Clark had learned that a love and an attraction to all, though controversial in this world, was merely commonplace on Krypton. He was eternally loyal to Lois, yes, of course. He had also accepted that occasionally someone else might draw his eye. He was only a man, after all.
It was the fact that it was Bruce Wayne, the stubborn, brooding playboy turned superhero. He was absolutely not Clark's type. He couldn't have been. They had virtually nothing in common, outside of a few shared goals. Then again, you could also say that about him and Lois. Many people had.
“Clark? I really need you to focus here.” Lois said, in the middle of his mid-dream tangent. She was behind them on their bed, completely nude and stunning as always. Her perky breasts were framed perfectly by her messy dark hair.
“It’s rude to drift off when there’s a lady present.” Bruce quipped, wearing that damn charming smile of his proudly. He was going to tell his friend and teammate that he should probably shave, but beneath his hairy chest was a six-pack that made Clark drool.
“You would know.” Clark said with a smirk, in an attempt to insult Bruce for his womanizing ways. It fell flat. Still, his pride wasn’t all that wounded. Two beautiful, naked people ready and willing to get you off was a big self-confidence boost.
“Boys, boys.” Lois sighed, as if she wasn’t the type to tease both of them. She pulled Clark back in her arms and wrapped her soft, smooth hand around his shaft, squeezing gently. Clark moaned and Bruce grinned.
“Bruce, why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use?” she suggested. Bruce, who had the good sense to listen to Lois, smirked at Clark and nodded. He slipped down in-between Clark’s legs and started sucking him off, all the while Lois stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings. This definitely was a dream. In real life, she’d be saying something absolutely filthy.
Clark looked over at the mirror on top of their dresser and blushed. Lois’s full chest was pressed against his back, while Bruce’s short, neat hair rose and fell with every movement of his mouth. He knew that this definitely wasn’t what the mirror was intended for, but it was a nice benefit.
Bruce pushed himself down, more than was probably possible, and sucked hard. Clark gasped and groaned, the sound of Lois’s sultry laughter surrounding him. He panted hard as he finished hot in Bruce’s mouth. The Dark Knight turned away and spit it out. Thank God this was a dream. Lois would lose it if he got their nice hardwood floors dirty.
When he turned to face her, she gave him the most beautiful smile he could imagine. Christ, now he wanted her down there. Not even Kal-El could get hard again that fast...only this was a dream, so he absolutely could. Before Clark could say a word, however, Bruce was pressed up against him. The warmth of his friend’s body, the prickle of his facial hair, it was enough to make anyone shudder.
“He wants you as much as I do.” Lois suggested. Bruce smirked and nodded, biting Clark’s neck gently. Jesus, his teeth were sharp. Were they like that in reality? Or was this imagined Bruce more monster than a man, a reflection of his teammate’s more terrifying qualities? He decided it didn’t really matter, because when he looked down, he saw a toy between Lois’s legs. Long, pink, perhaps slightly garish. Definitely something she would get a kick out of wearing.
“Question is, Boy Scout...do you want us?” Bruce asked in a husky whimper. Clark nodded with inhuman speed. Then he found himself on all fours. Cool lube steadily dripped onto his back hole. His own cock throbbed between his legs, while he found himself faced with Bruce’s. It was thick, hard, slightly curved. What did that say about Clark’s psyche?
“I know how good you are with your tongue. Show your friend.” Lois suggested with a smile. She leaned in to kiss Bruce as Clark’s mouth was filled with his cock. He almost felt ashamed of being turned on by that, but God, it was doing it for him. He enjoyed sucking Bruce’s dick nearly as much as he enjoyed Lois filling him with her own. It was plastic, yes, but she knew how to use it.
She thrusted into him at a steady pace. It was not unpredictable, but each movement caught him off guard, just from how strong she was. Her hips pressed against his ass as she filled him up. Bruce, meanwhile, fucked his mouth without mercy. It was rough, and exciting, and realistic, he imagined. By the end of it, Bruce’s cock was dripping with spit, and his ass was spread open.
Bruce came down his throat, holding Clark’s hair tightly. He liked the way his friend tasted. Still, he was mostly concerned with his own orgasm. This was his dream after all, and it exceeded his expectations. Clark spilled on the bed with reckless abandon.
As Bruce laid back, exhausted, Clark pulled away to get his bearings. Two orgasms was too much, and he could taste Bruce Wayne. That meant something had to be off. Just as he thought he was done, though, Lois was without her toy once more. She spread her legs wide open, her crotch bare.
“Still hungry?” she asked, licking her lips. Clark nodded obediently as he leaned in.
He woke up with a hunger.