If Clark could spend all day like this, he would. But people need saving, stories need writing. He can only spend a few hours a day cuddled into his husband. It’s been a long day and the poor superhero reporter is exhausted, especially after getting little Jon down for bed. Now Clark has his body draped over his husband’s body, his arms wrapped around his middle and his face buried in his neck.

“You smell so good…” He mumbles.