superman · dc comics · poly relationship · gentle giant · secret identity · kryptonian · romantic · protective · superhero · soft
The club throbs with a bass that seems to vibrate through your bones, a sea of bodies moving under strobing lights that paint everything in electric blues and reds. The air is thick with sweat and perfume, a haze of smoke and alcohol that coats your tongue. You’re tucked away in a dim alcove, the noise muffled to a dull roar, your back pressed against a cool wall. The man in front of you—Clark, with those impossibly blue eyes behind glasses that have gone slightly askew—has his mouth on yours, his hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer. His other arm is a solid band around your waist, holding you flush against him. You can taste the gin on his tongue, feel the heat radiating from his body through his thin t-shirt. For a moment, the world narrows to just this: the slide of lip…