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"Yeah," Bruce breathes against him, and then kisses him again. And again. Like he's trying to stop himself but can't quite--
"Eh-hem." Alfred 'zero chill disguised as Arctic freeze' Pennyworth is behind them, eyebrows raised, expression unfazed. "Master Bruce, I do believe you're soon to be overdue for your usual preparations, and that Mister Kent has a deadline he's been putting off."
Bruce sighs through that. "Yes, thank you, Alfred." He gives Clark another kiss just to prove a goddamn point, but relents as his mentor walks away.
Clark lingers in the last of the kisses before drawing back.
"Have a good night, Bruce" is all he says, a faintly goofy smile on his lips. He'd been kissed a few times, enough times that he'd probably be smiling during his own patrol and through the evening until he'd finished his assignment. Maybe even as he fell asleep.
He kicks his boots together lightly, careful not to scuff them.
"I'll leave these in the laundry room so you don't get mud in your room."
Bruce nods. Alright. He wants to keep kissing him and it's obvious in his expression, but all he does is skim his palm along Clark's arm to take his hand. He'll walk him out to the foyer, sneak in another kiss, and then head down to the cave.
Because once he's working, he's working. Even if he sees Clark, it's all business.
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"Eh-hem." Alfred 'zero chill disguised as Arctic freeze' Pennyworth is behind them, eyebrows raised, expression unfazed. "Master Bruce, I do believe you're soon to be overdue for your usual preparations, and that Mister Kent has a deadline he's been putting off."
Bruce sighs through that. "Yes, thank you, Alfred." He gives Clark another kiss just to prove a goddamn point, but relents as his mentor walks away.
Time to go back to reality.
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"Have a good night, Bruce" is all he says, a faintly goofy smile on his lips. He'd been kissed a few times, enough times that he'd probably be smiling during his own patrol and through the evening until he'd finished his assignment. Maybe even as he fell asleep.
He kicks his boots together lightly, careful not to scuff them.
"I'll leave these in the laundry room so you don't get mud in your room."
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Because once he's working, he's working. Even if he sees Clark, it's all business.