"Sap." Accusatory, but his head is slightly ducked, hiding how touched he feels at Clark telling him flowery things like that. He kisses the other man down his jaw and throat, slow and sensual, not willing to spend any moment of his recovery time doing anything but luxuriating in his lover's skin. They're both a mess but Bruce doesn't twitch away from any of it; he can revert to fastidiousness later, as they aren't done yet.

Bruce spends his time tracing his hands down Clark's chest, slipping himself lower, placing more kisses on his hipbone and lower, his mouth and tongue as teasing as it is erotic. And when he's feeling up (hah) to it, he straddles the other man's hips and instructs him to put his hands over his head and leave them there. It's not permanent-- this is playful, and quite obviously Clark will never actually be restrained, but he'd like to see how long Clark can hold still while Bruce prepares himself and then sinks down onto his cock. He tips his head back. Fuck.