And it acts like a strange sort of balm, soothing and entrancing even as it heightens everything. Bruce might be able to feel it, possibly hear it, definitely see it, the way his muscles relax and his breathing goes even more even at his touch. The fact that it's possessive, well, that just makes him smile, honestly; he likes it, likes that Bruce considers him worth having, that Bruce will claim him as his own.

When the uniform is gone and they're both down to, well, next to nothing, Clark makes a point of catching those lovely hands and pulling one of them to his lips.

"Now, you probably should lay down."