[ Bruce is beautiful like this, luminous, and Clark savors it like a delicacy, stretching his perception to catch every small detail, the tiniest hitch and shift, each piece. He knows it will end, and in a way, that's part of what's beautiful, but it's an effort to make himself move forward as it so rarely is for him. The moment will end, but he had it.
Which is why that's when he breaks out of the hold, rolling into Bruce instead of the usual retreat after such a move, eyes closed until their faces are inches from one another and Clark can kiss him just one more time, bodies pressed together through gravity and position. ]
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Which is why that's when he breaks out of the hold, rolling into Bruce instead of the usual retreat after such a move, eyes closed until their faces are inches from one another and Clark can kiss him just one more time, bodies pressed together through gravity and position. ]