"Do you... do you like --"
"*Fuck*, yes, *Clark*!"
And it's the same thrill as always to be with someone, someone human
*this* way -- the scent of sweat, old and new --
"Oh -- *ohhh* --" '
The pound of a heartbeat, shockingly fast, shockingly *powerful* even
fragile cage of her chest --
"Oh fuck. Oh *fuck* that's so *good* --"
The sounds, the *words*. So raw and -- and *dirty*, and seemingly so
more intense than the small motions he's making are worth. He wants so
much more, and he can't -- *can't* bring himself to stop pleasuring her this
way. Not until she --
Shrieks, brief and sharp, and tenses all over. Clark's vision zeroes
in on the flex
and spasm of her vagina, and he can't do anything but moan.
But she... oh she, *pounces*, powerful and quick, pressing herself against
him, biting his jaw and *rubbing*, and --
"God, I just... *Superman*!"
Clark laughs at the *wonder* in her voice, and Robin smiles at him,
cheerful. And reaches down to cup -- *grab* -- his penis. And digs in with
her *nails*. "Robin --"
"Oh. Oh *yes* --"
And Robin *laughs* at him like (Dick. No, Jason --) he's making her
she's ever *been* and Clark can't *help* clutching her closer, squeezing her,
and this grin is a little sharp. She bites his lip and wriggles and -- "Hey, I can't get
a good angle this way!"
Good... angle. "I -- that's all right, I --"
"Mmm. Yeah, wait," and Steph *shoves* him and shifts and --
"Oh. Oh, *Robin* --"
Inside. So wet, so hot, so... he squeezes his eyes shut, but has to
again when Steph *growls*.
But she isn't -- *her* eyes are closed behind her mask, and her head's
back and --
Oh, *riding* him, and Clark cups her hips and holds *on*, just to feel
*her*. So... softer than Lois, and harder, *too*, and her lipstick is smudged but
her lips are swollen and red from biting --
"Robin, you're *beautiful*..."
"Unnh -- fuck -- *Clark* --"
And she *grinds* against him, making him wet, *marking* him, and he
return the favor, but can only make himself suck *lightly* behind her ear.
"Clark -- oh -- Jesus, just --"
He squeezes her hips a little harder and feels her twist, feels her
*more*, and he's.
He's not a man and he's not *human*, but it's too much not to lift her,
drag her back *down* on him and gasp when she --
Again. *Again* --
"Nnh -- *Fuck* -- *fuck* me, Superman!"
Yes, anything. Anything, but especially *this*. And she digs her fingers
shoulders and *looks* at him again, mouth open and eyes wide and so clear
and blue behind the mask that Clark has to do it faster, more, until every
thrust is shoving a groan out of her beautiful mouth.
Her soft and generous --
"I want your mouth," he blurts, helplessly, and watches her eyes widen
more and *feels* her come around him. So *wet*.
Robin shudders, all over, and slumps -- but only for a moment.
And then she starts to *flex*.
"I'm... mmph -- God, you can *feel* that?"
"Oh, *everything*," he whispers, and loses herself in her brilliant
sharp, so (Tim) *hard* and --
"*Come* for me," she says.
And he does.
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