Bruce isn't fooled, but he's too deep in sensation to give a damn. As soon as Clark folds the game is over, and he exhales a low noise that betrays just how much of his composure has been acting. Nothing, no one, has ever felt like Clark. Will ever. Bruce knows he'll never take another lover-- how could he? Even if Clark comes to his senses, even if something happens to one or both of them, he's been ruined for love and sex with anyone else. He can't go back, and doesn't want to. Please never leave me.