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 Champignon no Majo (or Champignon Witch) is a fantasy romance anime that follows Luna, a black witch, who is forced to live alone in a forest due to her poisonous skin. Produced by Typhoon Graphics and Qzil.la, the anime began airing on the 9th of January and is based on a manga of the same title.


The first episode is fairly straightforward and, like most pilot episodes, focuses on exposition and world-building. 


Right off the bat, we are introduced to Luna, a black witch, and her isolation. She lives in a house made of poisonous mushrooms. While she looks young, the show explains that she is much older than her appearance and has lived longer than the typical human lifespan. 



She is skilled in making medication, and once every three months, she delivers the medicine to the town in exchange for money, which she uses to buy other items, mostly books. Noticeably, as she makes her way into the town with the medicine loaded on her bull-shaped familiar, poisonous mushrooms of different colours, shapes and sizes bloom in her wake. Consequently, she is given the name “Champignon Witch” by the townspeople.



“Champignon” is a term used to describe edible mushrooms. 


This is, however, just one of the things that horrifies the townfolk about Luna. The most repulsive thing in their eyes is the fact that everything she touches becomes poisoned, including humans and animals. 


This is then promptly demonstrated by a butterfly drifting in too close to Luna’s breath. The butterfly stops flying, floats to the ground, and after a few twitches, it dies. Dramatic much?


The witch, quite sadly, is used to this type of treatment, and she ignores the townfolk and heads straight to the apothecary, where she delivers the medicine she compounded. The owner is slightly more friendly to her but still does not approach her without precaution. The instant she enters the shop, he dons a herb-infused mask and instructs her to pluck the sprouted mushrooms on her way out. 


The next stop on this trip is the bookstore. The owner of the bookstore is a descendant of both the human and spirit worlds and thus is more understanding of the witch. As the witch shops, the owner makes a revealing statement. 


“It’s been quite some time since your last visit, so the air in town’s grown stagnant. Even just stepping outside felt depressing.” 


It turns out that the witch can absorb the “poisons,” that is, negative human emotions, filter out these toxins and transform them into mushrooms. This explains why mushrooms grow in her wake, and why these mushrooms are toxic. 


She agrees with his statement, adding that a bunch of scary mushrooms sprouted in the town square as she walked past, shocking her. He informs her that it is because of a public execution that took place in the square last week. The criminal’s regret and the crowd’s outrage must have been intense, causing the mushrooms to sprout in such severe shapes and colours. 


We are then treated to a bit of exposition about the kingdom and their relationship with magic. Apparently, the term “black witch” is used to describe witches who are not aligned with the royal family. White witches work with the crown and help to grow and expand the kingdom. 


It remains unsaid by the bookstore owner, but the person executed was likely a black witch as part of the “Black Witch Hunt.”


She concludes her business in the bookstore after buying several books and helping the owner dispel a curse stuck in a book.


Despite his apparent easygoingness, the bookstore owner is also quite careful around the witch, wiping all surfaces with a strong lye the instant she leaves the store. 


As the sun sets, Luna is treated to the sight of people queuing at the apothecary to purchase her medicine. The medication’s effectiveness delights Luna, and she basks in the praise. Of course, the townfolk are blissfully unaware that she is the one behind this medication. If they were, they would surely reject the drug. 


As she hides out of sight of the apothecary, she sees a one-legged man on crutches, hobbling away. She returns the next day with medicine that can regrow a limb, but the apothecary owner refuses to stock the drug, stating that such medicine would put him—and subsequently, her—under scrutiny. 


The lack of romance in Luna’s life is the next theme to be highlighted as she sees a couple embracing in town. She reflects on her poisonous skin and the resultant lack of physical contact. To deal with this, Luna draws people and things that she sees in the town. She also brings the characters from her books to life, briefly animating them for her entertainment. 


In her poisonous mushroom home, she draws and animates the boy she sighted in earlier in the town. Well-drawn and infused with magic, the boy comes to “life,” animated and offers Luna a dance. She takes off into the night sky with him, feeling the touch of another, albeit only paper, without poisoning her dance partner. 



On her next trip to town, she sees the couple in the midst of an argument. It seems like ever since Luna’s last visit to town, the boy has lost his “soul,” becoming a shell of himself. Luna quickly realises that her realistic drawing is to blame and she swiftly rights this, restoring the boy’s vitality. 


Now more like himself, the boy vows to talk to Luna the next time he sees her. 


Verdict

From the first episode, it seems like, while there are fantastical elements to the story, Champignon no Majo (Champignon Witch) will be a romantic anime. The worldbuilding around the magic is light and easy to follow. 


There was a lot of narration in this episode. I personally think it was due to a lack of dialogue between the characters, because of the witch’s isolation. I mean, there is no one for her to talk to. 


The animation was okay, and the drawing was average. However, for a romance fantasy anime, it will do the job. 


Plot-wise, I do not believe that the story will pop out with any unexpected twists and turns. I expect the male lead to be the boy whose drawing she animated and danced with. I also expect that the “Black Witch Hunt” will in some way threaten her and, of course, that the townsfolk will find out that she compounds the medicine they are so fond of and perhaps, come to her aid then. 


I might not finish this anime, but I will watch the next three episodes.


Rating: 5/10

Verdict: Will continue for three more episodes

 Kirei ni Shitemoraemasu ka (Wash It All Away) is a slice-of-life anime based in the idyllic seaside town of Atami. The anime follows the hard-working Wakana Kinme as she runs her laundry business, Kinme Cleaning, in the resort town. Produced by Okuruto Noboru, the anime began airing on the 5th of January. The total number of episodes planned is currently unknown.


In the first episode, we are introduced to Wakana Kinme and her bubbly personality as she runs her cleaning service. She takes orders, tagging items and uses a variety of methods to clean the clothes left in her care. 


A friend, Yagara-san, comes to visit, bringing sweets, and as they discuss, Kinme’s rigorous and meticulous cleaning method is revealed.

 
The conversation is mundane, but she makes a strange statement as she talks to her friend:

“It’s the one thing I didn’t forget.”


A hint at amnesia?


As the episode progresses, we are introduced to other town residents, including her landlady—Aji-san, to whom she hands over the month’s rent— and the son of the innkeeper Ishimochi (owner of Homestyle Inn Ishimochi); the latter, who then visits the laundry shop to drop off items to be cleaned.


The young boy seems quiet and reserved, almost aloof. As he hands the items over to Kinme, however, she pauses, a blush creeping up her face. Before he can ask what is wrong, she dashes over to the side, collects some items and comes to a stop in front of the boy.


She drops to her knees and, retrieving a sliver of sandpaper, begins to work on a scratch on the boy’s shoe.


Fanservice is, of course, imposed on us, the audience, as Kinme buffs and polishes the shoe of the boy—who is supposed to be in high school, by the way—from an indecent angle.


He is impressed by the correction and tells her as much. Beaming with praise, she tells him that their cleaning service does not solely focus on clothes, but also cleans shoes, leather bags, and other materials.


Suddenly contrite, she bows in apology, telling him that she did not mean to impose on him. Then, as she straightens, her cleavage is so conveniently revealed from the top of her blouse, as she apologises for overstepping her bounds.



Verdict

From the first episode, it seems to be a very basic slice-of-life anime. The animation is simple, and the main character also does not seem to be unique, except for the hint that she might have memory problems.


The fanservice, as all fanservice tends to be, is unnecessary and only detracts from the anime.


As such, I will not be continuing the anime. 


Fate/strange Fake is the latest instalment of the Fate series, an anime franchise centred around the Holy Grail, an omnipotent wish-granting cup, and the endless battles to win the Grail. Masters (powerful mages) gather and summon Servants (Heroic Spirits, often renowned characters in history) to fight in the war. 

Fate/strange Fake's release pattern is a little bit…weird. A-1 Pictures produced a television special, “Fate/strange Fake: Whispers of Dawn,” which premiered in July 2023. Subsequently, an anime series adaptation of the light novel premiered in December 2024, with only one episode. 

Thankfully, it was announced that more episodes of the anime series would be released in January 2026.

As such, it is time to refresh our memory on the plot and setting of the new Fate instalment and what to expect in the new episodes. 

Introduction to the world of Fate/strange Fake

It’s another Holy Grail War. 

The refreshing thing about the Fate series is that they are quite consistent in the plotting of the story. There are new characters, new places, new timelines, new alliances and new antagonists, but the objective of the story remains the same every single time:

Fight for the Holy Grail.

This instalment, however, throws a mini-wrench into the typical Fate gears. It’s a Holy Grail War, yes. But it’s a fake one. Hence, the name “strange Fake.”

Apparently, after the Third Holy Grail War, a mage organisation in America decided to copy the structure of the war to allow them to design their own war, to their own ends. As the Holy Grail War is a feat of intense magical design, the mages are unable to perfectly replicate the war, resulting in some strange irregularities. 

For example, a typical Holy Grail War has seven Servant classes: Caster, Lancer, Saber, Archer, Assassin, Rider, and Berserker. The rules state that a Servant from each class must be summoned for the Holy Grail War to commence. However, in this false war, the Saber class is missing. 

Also, a Ruler (a Servant that does not participate in the war) must also be summoned to oversee the rituals of the war. This false war is lacking a Ruler. The Ruler is supposed to be an external, balancing act in the war, and the absence of a Ruler is a sure sign that this war will not stay on the rails.

Fate/strange Fake: Whispers of Dawn

Fate/strange Fake: Whispers of Dawn was the television special released by A-1 Pictures in December 2023. This special served as a sort of “episode 0,” an introduction to the false Holy Grail War. This episode introduced watchers to the setting, the stakes, the different factions and the goal of this war. 

Fate/strange Fake: Whispers of Dawn is a must-watch if you are to understand the rest of the anime. 

Fate/strange Fake, Episode 1: The Heroic Spirit Incident

Episode 1 picked up from where Whispers of Dawn stopped, showing the immediate aftermath of the battle between Gilgamesh and Enkidu. 

The military is swiftly closing down the area in Snowfield where the fight occurred. A gas explosion is the official cover-up for the crater left behind after Gilgamesha and Enkidu battle it out. As the army rolls in, we are introduced to Ayaka Sayjou, a seemingly confused, quiet and reserved mage, stumbling into the Holy Grail War in Snowfield. 

Ayaka Sayjou is just one of the many parties and Masters involved in this war. She is not known to Faldeus, a member of the mage organisation orchestrating the war, and he places her under surveillance, just before she is kidnapped. 

From his command centre, Faldeus lists the current participants of this Holy Grail War: 

Flat Escardos, TinĆ© Chelc, a silver Chimera wolf, and the police chief. 

He lists other likely Masters but does not have the complete picture. While the organisation he represents launched this false Holy Grail war, he is having issues grasping the entire breadth of variables, while also being tasked with concealing the entire war. 

Across the pond, the Clock Tower is also struggling to come to terms with this false war. Lord El-Melloi II and Langal discuss the possible benefits of such a war, including the possibility that the organisation behind this war wishes to mass-produce the Holy Grail War system.

Meanwhile, back in America, another party is introduced: the Snowfield chief of police, Orlando Reeve, and his Servant, Caster. The relationship between these two is quite testy, a push-and-pull for dominance. 

The scene does not last long, and we are taken to an opera house, where Ayako Sayjou is being held. She is in the middle of a summoning circle and is being questioned by a man hired by Francesca about the markings on the back of her right palm. 

“That mark is no Command spell,” he says right before trying to summon Saber.

In the instant before he completes the summoning spell, however, he is killed by another Servant, Assassin. 

The magic restraints he used to hold Ayako in place break upon his death, and Ayako’s right hand touches the summoning circle. The magic of the circle is reactivated, and summoning is completed. 

We, the audience, were led to believe that there would be no Saber-class Servant in this fake war, but lo and behold, a Servant of the Saber class appears, wielding Excalibur.

This is not Arthur Pendragon. The identity of this Servant is not revealed, as he brandishes Excalibur, causing the Assassin to retreat. The power of Excalibur causes the partial destruction of the opera house, attracting the police and fire service. 

Ayako and Saber are apprehended by the police. While they are being led out of the opera house, Saber launches into a poetic rhetoric, apologising for his actions, right in front of all the spectators and cameras. 

Faldeus watches from his command centre in pure exasperation as his plan to conceal the explosion falls apart.

In a church in Los Angeles, two priests are seen discussing the false Holy Grail War. As instructed by the Church, they are expected to be supervisors in this war.

Verdict

The thing about the Fate series is that it is so well established in the anime society that it really doesn’t require intensive world-building. However, I appreciate the details provided by the Fate/strange Fake: Whispers of Dawn episode. New characters were aptly introduced, their motivations explained, and alliances swiftly defined. 


As the Fate series is centred around the Holy Grail and the battle for it, it might seem like the plot is obvious before the story is revealed. And while I do find the plotline to be straightforward, the storytelling, character development and fight scenes are quite engaging. 


I am looking forward to the progression of this fake war and all its irregularities.

The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity (Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku)

The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity (Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku) is a romantic anime produced by the animation studio CloverWorks, following the stories of high school students, Rintaro Tsumugi and Kaoruko Waguri, as they work through the common prejudices that plague society.  

The anime aired from July to September 2025, comprising a total of 13 episodes. I must say that each episode, from start to finish, was a masterclass in character development and emotional maturity.

I initially planned to write reviews for each episode, but I got caught up in the steady pacing of the episodes, and greedily binged them all, taking absolutely no notes as I did. After a much-needed and much slower rewatch, I now feel confident in tackling this simple but well-crafted high school anime.

The theme of The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity (Kaoru Hana wa Rin to Saku) is prejudice. At first, it seems like a romance-themed slice of life, but slowly, via the dialogue, the scenes, and the interactions between characters, we begin to see the true theme of the anime:

Bias, and the way it clouds our interaction with ourselves and with society.

We see this from the very first scene in episode 1. There is a standoff between Rintaro’s friends and two students from a nearby public school. The two students try to bully Rintaro’s friends, but Rintaro Tsumugi appears, towering over the entire lot, and the other students flee, frightened by his tall stature and intimidating glare. Little did they—and we, the audience—know that Tsumugi is the gentlest and kindest member of the group.

Tsumugi and his friends attend Chidori Public High School, a boys-only high school for “delinquents.” Chidori is located right next to Kikyo’s Private Academy Girls' High School, and the difference between the two schools can not be overstated.

Chidori is a school for so-called “fools” and rejects of society, evidenced by the dyed hair and piercings the students frequently sport. Kikyo is a noble academy for female children of the elite. As such, Kikyo students are quiet, soft-spoken and always impeccably dressed. 

The two schools have absolutely no dealings with each other. In fact, in episode 1, as Rintaro and his friends are about to enter their school, they cross paths with two Kikyo girls, whose faces immediately cloud over when they see the boys. One of the girls mistakenly drops a handkerchief, and Shohei, Rintaro’s friend, helpfully picks the handkerchief up and tries to hand it back to the girl.

She shuns the effort, saying that she suddenly no longer wants to use it. What a bitch.

Although the schools are side by side, the curtains on Kikyo’s side are always closed, leaving the boys without a glimpse of the other world.

Once again, we are treated to the little ways in which bias and prejudice cloud people’s perception. 

Rintaro’s family run a pasty shop where he has to assist his parents once in a while. There, we are introduced to the female lead, Waguri-san, a beautiful regular with a large appetite. Rintaro, taking in her figure and young face, falsely assumes that she is in middle school. As he silently examines her and the empty plates lying on the table, shocked at her appetite, she baulks and dashes from the store.

Once again, Rintaro makes another false assumption: “She looked at me and ran away. If she stops coming, it’ll be because of me.”

He is chagrined and even considers searching for her middle school so he can apologise. So, imagine his surprise when she returns and apologises for her behaviour the other day. He is even more surprised when she admits that she did not run away because she was afraid of him. 

“I have never once thought you were scary, Rintaro,” Waguri says as she leaves the shop, leaving Rintaro in complete shock.

The drama is far from over, though. Rintaro’s mom finds Waguri’s cake box lying on the floor near the shop. The box looks damaged, and Waguri is nowhere to be found. It turns out that the two students, who earlier in the episode tried to bully Rintaro’s friends, waylay Waguri after seeing the duo standing in front of the pastry shop. 

They try to intimidate Waguri, calling Rintaro “wild” and saying that nothing good will come out of hanging out with him. Rintaro overhears the conversation and is briefly downhearted until Waguri comes to his defence. 

Waguri repeats her conviction on Rintaro’s personality, and then Rintaro intervenes—his intimidating figure coming to his advantage—causing the bullies disperse, leaving Rintaro with only a scratch on the forehead.

The episode has one more twist for us before it ends. Rintaro arrives at school the following day, tired because he had got little sleep the night before. I wonder why. 

He sees the curtains in the Kikyo building twitch. Transfixed, he watches as the curtains part, revealing none other than Waguri on the other side of the great Chidori-Kikyo divide.

Waguri is a Kikyo student.


Verdict:

All in all, I have to say that the first episode of the anime really did an excellent job in introducing the audience to the setting of the anime and laying the groundwork for future conflicts.

The episode was well-paced, and the character introductions did not feel overwhelming. 

It was also refreshing to see Rintaro, a frequent victim of misunderstandings and discrimination, also fall into the trap of misunderstanding another person due to his own preconceptions.

At the end of the episode, I was more than excited for what would follow. And I think that’s how all pilot episodes should make an audience feel.

 











Bruce finally decided on rationality. 

This lingering desire for Clark hadn’t waned in the two years they’d spent apart; it was not going to wane in two weeks. He wanted the other man. Wanted to feel those taut muscles, slick with sweat, trembling with suppressed lust as he ran his hands up and down Clark’s body. 

Even worse, he knew Clark wanted him, too. Bruce could see it in the way the reporter averted his eyes, in the subtle blush donning Clark’s cheeks whenever a wayward gaze travelled down Bruce’s body. 

He could hear the desire in Clark’s voice, deepening to a husky baritone when they were alone; he could feel it in Clark’s touch, the way Clark’s hands seemed to linger subconsciously on his skin.

Clark wanted him. He wanted Clark.

Why overcomplicate it?

The life of a hero is a lonely one. All the secrets, danger, long nights and early mornings were enough to burn even the most resilient relationships to a frazzle. Kent’s breakup with Lois was just the latest example of what it was like to love as a hero.

As Bruce Wayne, he could share a bed with anyone he chose to. His power, wealth and influence gave him the prerogative to do so. As Batman, however, there was no one he could share a life with. 

The thought of his other persona brought a wry smile to his lips. Sometimes, he didn’t know who he was. Was he first Bruce Wayne, son of the dearly departed Thomas and Martha Wayne, Chairman of Wayne Industries, philanthropist, playboy and billionaire? 

Or was he Batman? Leader of the Justice League, Guardian of Gotham, the Caped Crusader. 

Some days, the distinction was clear. He knew his roles and how to play them well. Who he was when he put on the mask and who he was when he took it off, much like a switch to flip in his psyche. Other days, the distinction muddied, and he stumbled in the dark, hands groping blindly for the switch.

His friendship with Clark was one of the few and precious things that transcended both worlds, a surety. A covenant that no matter who he was in the moment, Clark would always accept him. 

Why overthink it? He wanted Clark, and Clark knew him. Knew Bruce Wayne and Batman. They were here at these crossroads because they both wanted each other and were both afraid of their desire tainting their friendship. 

Ironically, in their hesitancy to acknowledge the mutual yearning, they’d ruined the relationship they had been so protective of. 

Will sex fix it? Probably not. But why not fulfil your thirst while waiting for the meal?

Making the difficult decision, Bruce pulled the sheets off, taking a moment to tug his joggers even lower, and padded barefoot out of his room, down the hallway until he came to a stop in front of Clark’s bedroom.

The door was flush against the threshold, so no sound or light leached from the other side. There was no way to know if Clark was behind the door. He could be anywhere in the massive base. Only Clark truly knew how many rooms and chambers he’d carved out of the mountain to create the fortress. Even if he was in the room, he might be asleep, getting a much-needed rest after their night of action. Or Clark could have dashed on another secret flight, like the one he’d had before dinner.

But Bruce knew, certainty heavy as a stone in his chest, that Clark was awake. He knew that Clark had heard him leave his room and was waiting for him.

Studying the door, Bruce raised his knuckles to rest against the rich brown wood, but, at the last moment, thought better of it. Hand dropping to his side, he said, voice barely above a whisper, “I know you can hear me, Clark.”

He waited. Two seconds passed, then three, then four. Perhaps he’d misjudged. Maybe Clark was asleep, maybe he’d left the Fortress, or perhaps he was ignoring Bruce. That was certainly a possibility.

He took a step back, ready to pivot and return to his room, unwilling to examine his disappointment, when the handle turned, and the door opened with a soft click.

And there stood the All-American Boy Scout in all his glory. 

Moonlight poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the opposite side of the room, washing Clark in silver light. 

Bruce paused, mouth drying as he took in Clark’s silhouette, from his long legs encased in loose sleep trousers to his trim waist to the broad shoulders, up to his thick chocolate hair—almost auburn in the halo of moonlight—to his blue eyes glinting with innocent curiosity and a smidge of hope.

“Hi,” Clark started, his voice unusually delicate. 

“Hi,” Bruce replied. 

Yes, why were they stumbling, struggling with their almost painful attraction to each other? Here, as Bruce stood before Clark, in the silent hallway, with only a few inches separating them, it seemed stupidly manifest. 

Clark wanted Bruce, and Bruce wanted Clark.

“Do you want to have sex?” Bruce asked, a smirk tugging one edge of his lips. Talk about rhetorical questions.

For the next few seconds, silence and moonlight were their only company. The question echoed endlessly, bouncing off all the walls and corners of the hallway.

Bruce watched in growing amusement as Clark’s eyebrows flew upwards, so high they were in danger of disappearing into his hair.

“I d-don’t–W-What do you m-m–,” Clark stuttered, blinking rapidly as a hot blush settled on his cheeks. “I don’t understand,” he managed to get out, clearing his throat and averting his eyes.

With a low laugh, Bruce decided to put both of them out of their misery. Surging forward, he crowded Clark into the room, absently tapping the door closed with a back-heel. 

He reached out to grip the front of Clark’s shirt, fingers tangling in the cotton fabric as he spun them around to push Clark against the shut door. Tilting his head upwards, Bruce did the one thing he’d been longing to do for innumerable nights. 

Yes, it was two years too late, but better late than never.

Their lips met with a soft, almost startled, indecision, barely brushing against each other as they shared a hot breath.

Bruce paused, and for a second, he was content.

He’d just kissed Clark. It was barely a brush of lips, the slightest of contact, the warmth here and gone.

And for that very long second, Bruce was content.

Content to hover his lips over Clark’s, content to savour the sensation of Clark’s hard body against him, content to feel Clark’s heart thump underneath his fingertips.

But years of suppressed longing, wanting, yearning and praying caught up to him, and in the next second, he ground his lips against Clark's, groaning as he forced his tongue into Clark’s hot and willing mouth, forcing them into a frenzied kiss that was all teeth and tongue; a wet battle for dominance which he swiftly won.

Satisfied he was in control, Bruce bit down on Clark’s bottom lip as he truly settled into the kiss, splaying both hands on Clark’s muscled chest so he could…touch the man. Feel him.

He tasted like raw energy, Bruce decided. Like he’d taken a live copper wire to the tongue. Electricity lit up his neurons, transmitted from every spot where their bodies touched, a thousand volts of pure magic racing through his veins.

And somehow, he pressed even closer to Clark, melding their bodies, kissing him until all the breath left their lungs. And then, some more. 

“I never got an answer,” Bruce whispered, as he ran his hands down Clark’s chest, delighting in the hard, hard muscles his palms skirted past. “Do you want us to fuck?”

“You know I do, Bruce. You know I do,” Clark replied, eyes blown, and with a subtle whine to his voice. “You’ve known all this while. Don’t be cruel.”

Feeling very cruel, Bruce closed the distance between them once more as he crushed their lips together. Forcing a knee between Clark’s legs, he lined their hips up, vision whiting out momentarily as their erections slid against each other.

They both groaned into the kiss, shivering as sensation overwhelmed them.

He needed this.

Clark brought his hands up, fingers scouring over Bruce’s back, the motion prompting a hum of appreciation from Bruce. The sound seemed to spur Clark as he groaned again and, jerking his hips, forced their cloth-covered erections into a rough froth.

Heartbeat pounding in his ears, Bruce instantly reached downward to still Clark’s hips, holding Clark firm against the wall as he parted their lips.

He studied Clark’s flushed skin, love-bitten lips, and ruffled hair. Flexing his grip around Clark’s trim hips, Bruce warned, his voice husky with unabashed lust, “I’m in control here, Boy Scout. You take whatever I give.”

A frisson of excitement visibly ran down Clark’s body, and Bruce smirked, taking in Clark’s dazed eyes. He cupped Clark’s jaw, leaning forward to run a wet tongue across the other man’s lower lip. “You like that?”

“Mm-hmm,” Clark nodded, eyes glazed with lust and obedience. “I like it.”

Clark’s submission sent a hot jolt of relish—and sadism—up Bruce’s spine. Bruce rewarded him with another hot kiss, tangling their tongues until they were out of breath.

“I want to ride you,” Bruce confessed, then chuckled darkly as his words turned Clark’s pupils into thin rings of blue.

Clark swallowed. “You can do anything you want to do to me.”

Bruce felt another thrill race up his spine, and he finally released the other man, walking backwards, eyes still fixed on Clark’s, to the large bed next to the massive windows until he felt the bedframe against the back of his legs.

Dropping onto the mattress, he parted his thighs and hooked a finger, beckoning the other man.

“Come here, Boy Scout. And take off that shirt while you’re at it.”

Clark jolted and very obediently raised a hand to grip the collar of the cotton shirt he wore. In one swift move, he ripped the fabric in two, shedding the scraps onto the floor as he made his way, almost staggering, to Bruce. 

Bruce felt his mouth dry at the display and the reveal of the chiselled muscles, lips parting as Clark knelt before him. Cupping Clark’s jaw in both of his hands, he leaned down to kiss him again.

“Touch me,” Bruce prompted, pressing Clark’s palm in between the junction of his thighs.

Clark was all too happy to comply, rubbing a large hand over Bruce’s erection, groaning into their kiss. “Please,” he whispered, and before Bruce could ask him what he was begging for, Clark’s fingers traced the elastic band of Bruce’s joggers before disappearing within.

Bruce let out a drawn-out moan as Clark’s long and firm fingers encircled his length. Breaking the kiss, Bruce rested his forehead on Clark’s, looking the man in the eye as he reached down to still his ministrations.

“I don’t want to force you to do anything, Clark. If there is something you don’t want to do, tell me to stop. Okay?”

Clark nodded. “Okay.” 

“Good boy.” Leaning back on the bed, Bruce placed one hand on the mattress for support, and using the other hand, swiftly tugged off his joggers, exposing his entire body to the light of the silver moon.

Clark did the same, returning to his knees after tossing his trousers away, eyes fixed on Bruce’s erection. Bruce was no different, eyes drinking in the sight of the heavy organ swaying between Clark’s legs.

He’d have him soon enough. He almost couldn’t wait, but…

“I want you to blow me,” Bruce said. He ran his hands through Clark’s luscious hair, bringing the man’s head to rest on his right thigh. He watched as Clark licked his lips, the motion thickening Bruce’s cock to impossible hardness.

Tracing a finger from Clark’s shoulder down to his palm, Bruce brought one of Clark’s hands to rest on his left thigh. “I want to come in your throat,” Bruce rasped, lust ablaze in his chest. Clark’s eyes finally left the engorged cock and met Bruce’s.  

“Tap two times if it becomes too much,” Bruce cautioned. “Do you understand?”

Clark nodded, licking his lips again. “I understand,” he replied, his voice taking on a guttural tone. Gingerly, Clark wrapped a large palm around the base of Bruce’s cock and, looking up to Bruce for permission, touched the tip of the organ to his lips.

Bruce moaned and then shivered as he pushed his cock into Clark’s hot mouth, parting the delectably plump lips. They both grunted as the head of Bruce’s cock hit the back of Clark’s throat. It took all of Bruce’s self-control not to thrust, to shove in the constriction he could feel just beyond.

But he knew that this was Clark’s first time with a man. Not that that was going to spare his partner from the brunt of his lust—if anyone could bear it, Superman could—but he wanted to make sure the experience was pleasurable for both of them.

“Suck,” Bruce commanded, hooking a finger under Clark’s chin so their eyes met in the glimmering light. “I’ll fuck your throat, but I need you to get used to this.”

Clark bore down, his tongue and throat working as he started to pull on Bruce’s cock. The swaths of Clark’s tongue were sloppy and unpractised, but the zest with which he blew Bruce could not be denied and soon enough, Bruce found his hands tangled into the sheets, fighting for his sanity.

“That feels…great,” Bruce gritted out. “Keep going.” 

A deep groan escaped Bruce’s lips as Clark hummed and tilted his head to the side to allow more of the cock to slip into his hot mouth. Drool dripped down Clark’s mouth as he continued to bob his head, the indecent rhythm causing Bruce’s thighs to shiver uncontrollably.

Bruce groaned again, one hand shooting out to grab the back of Clark’s head. “Relax your throat,” Bruce warned, hoping it was enough notice as he tightened his hips and pushed further into Clark’s throat.

He felt his cockhead breach the tight space and the resulting gag from Clark. Bruce waited, hips agonisingly tight, for the tap on his left thigh, but it did not come—in fact, Clark’s hand had disappeared from Bruce’s thigh and was now working furiously between his own legs.

With that tacit consent, Bruce thrust again, using his hand to angle Clark’s head so he could sink balls deep into the man’s throat. Clark groaned around the erection, sending an incredible vibration up Bruce’s spine.

Unhinging his hips, Bruce flexed his hands in Clark’s hair, ensuring his grip was firm as he began to steadily face-fuck the other man. Every thrust punched a grunt out of Bruce, as he rocked back and forth into that virgin yet sinful mouth.

As he neared his orgasm, his thrusts became more savage, punctuated by Clark’s short breaths around his dick as Clark’s jaw trembled with the effort of staying open and lax enough for the unfettered fuck.

“Clark, I’m coming,” Bruce moaned, his voice guttural in orgasm. That was the only warning he gave the man as he felt his balls tighten, his cock swelling with his release. He exploded with a shout a moment later, hot cum bursting out of him in waves that left him shivering in abandon.

All the while, Clark kept up the steady pressure, swallowing, sucking and milking Bruce through his orgasm, even as the aftershocks rocked him. Feeling debauched and still reeling from one of the best orgasms he’d ever had, Bruce released Clark, allowing the man to lean back.

He shivered as his cock slipped out of Clark’s mouth with a soft plop, watching as the other man huffed, trying to pull air into his lungs.

Before he fell back onto the bed, his eyes caught the pool of cum between Clark’s legs on the floor, and he smiled weakly, patting the other man on the hair. 

“Good job, Boy Scout.”

“Bruce,” Clark rasped, his voice rough from the throat fuck. “I want to…”

Bruce turned his head to see Clark climbing onto the bed. The erection between his legs, spent a moment ago, was still hard. More, it was filling, hardening and lengthening. Talk about a refractory period.

Bruce grinned, a wave of sheer carnality washing through him, revitalising him. “Where is your lube?”

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