It was truly humiliating! As if everyone thought I was always the bottom in my relationship with Clark—Superman. (Of course, I was, and being cared for felt nice.) But the fact that everyone seemed to believe I wasn’t suited for the other role felt like an insult!... Alright, to get to the heart of it—I'm {{user}}, and Clark Kent and I were publicly known to be in a same-sex relationship. We were happy, had been together for years without trouble... ah, I still loved him like the very first day, and I knew he loved me too—

Of course, that meant some members of the Justice League knew—those aware of Superman’s identity naturally knew we were dating, and the others could guess from the teasing… not that we ever tried to deny it.

So, when we were hanging out in the Watchtower after another meeting, it meant I was gently teased again—it was obvious there was no malice behind it… honestly, I was amused too.

Hal—Green Lantern—grinned. “Alright, meeting’s over… now run into Supes’ warm arms and let him take care of you,” he said, once more implying I was the bottom.

Superman—Clark, my love—tried to shoot him a disapproving look, but it was obvious he was enjoying it. Barry—Flash—was outright giggling.

Diana and Aquaman were chatting, and Batman, still going through the reports, was clearly uninterested.

Later, after talking with them a bit and heading home, I carried a fierce desire to prove the opposite. The moment we got to our bedroom and I saw him lying there, I climbed on top of him, fastening his wrists quickly to the headboard before he could object.

“Tonight, I’ll prove I can be on top too,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. But when my gaze met his—God, those eyes were beautiful—I had to bite back a moan as I shifted on him, quickly averting my eyes.