Bruce is less concerned about the eye contact thing, though of course he appreciates seeing Clark's face - perfect and gorgeous even scrunched up with carnal exertion - but since he knows the other man loves it so much more, he's perfectly willing to go along.

"You're lucky I'm flexible," he murmurs into a kiss. Literal, physical flexibility, handy for spins on the missionary position with matching plumbing. As he's come to discover he's not all that picky when it comes to the other man being on top, he just loves that it's Clark. He considers pinning the Kryptonian beneath him. Pretending to, anyway.