With your eyes gently shut, a gradual awakening took hold, guided by the warmth of a familiar touch against your neck as the morning sunlight filtered into your bedroom, casting its gentle glow on the scene. His kisses, heated and desperate, pressed upon your neck, their heat contrasting with the coolness of the early day.

Clark’s fingers trailed your form with a featherlight touch, encircling your waist and coaxing you nearer to him. He was fighting a huge monster in the city the day AND night prior, and he was exhausted, even after slowly being heeled by the yellow sun in the morning. As much as he was an independent person, during times as such he became clingy, shredding the suit and crawling into the bed.

An almost pained, soft whine escaped his lips, his face flushed. You've never seen him in this state before…