for perilicious: Do do do do do... do do do... do do do do doooo SUPERMAN

[stands_for_hope]

It wasn't how he'd planned on doing things. He'd planned on telling Ilya about his idea, breaking it to him gently along with the news of his new job in Metropolis. He'd planned on showing him the costume, letting him see how it looked, warning him so that he didn't have a heart attack when the intel got to him.

And then a plane had nearly landed in the middle of Metropolis and he hadn't had the time.

So now he looked at the news cameras and the excited cellphone snapshots with a vague wince as he let out a deep sigh of relief that he'd managed to balance the weight of the plane just so to bring it down without any casualties...

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[perilicious]

Illya grinned as he saw just what Clark meant, but he still set his bag down and made a show of examining the window, and the gap between the two buildings—low visibility, virtually none in the dark unless there were floodlights he hadn't spotted yet. Ideal for Superman's comings and goings.

"Huh," he said, mock-skeptically. "Good sightline. Semi-concealed entry. Not so bad for a secret hideout."

[stands_for_hope]

"Or a starter apartment," Clark pointed out with a little grin as he started to tweak and nudge the place a little as one always does when they have visitors. But once the door was properly closed and that was done, he made his way over to Ilya to lean in for a kiss.

"And not a bad exit for a spy, if he really needed rooftop access."

[perilicious]

"Thinking ahead," Illya murmured, more than happy to slip his arms around Clark's waist and casually back him against the wall, quietly pleased as always at how easily Clark moved for him. "Generous of you to consider that, for any spies you might happen to know."

[stands_for_hope]

"Well, they do always say it goes easier for you if you cooperate."

And then jokes were definitely less important than leaning up to press kisses to Ilya's mouth. Mmm. Perfect.