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No -- no? I'm -- you're terrible -- I hate you. [He tries to cover his face with one hand which doesn't quite hide the red spots on his cheeks. And shoves lightly at Tony's shoulder because oh my god, he's awful.]

I will buy you a thousand notebooks and you can take notes to your heart's content.

No you don't- [ He's cackling, twisting to catch Bruce's hand and cradle it to his chest, lacing their fingers together. Now this he's missed. The safe sort of rise to drag out of Bruce with casual teasing and flirting. ] You don't want a home movie of us? Or, well, of me? What do you have a copy of one of my old tapes? Is that what's happening here, you secret deviant?

I was going to make a joke about your old sex tapes but I thought it was too easy. But oh my god, you really do have some? Oh lord -- no.
I haven't seen any. I have no desire to. [He sort of does. It's a scientific curiosity,
of course, and nothing -- weird. Is it weird, to want to see what Tony is like in bed? A sneak preview, sort of.

Ugh, it's weird. He hides his face against Tony's neck, feeling his ears burning as his blush deepens in embarrassment.]

I have several, some amateur, one or two professionally done when I was just out of MIT and big on doing shit to spite Obie.

[ Still snorting with laughter he combs his fingers through Bruce's hair, thumbs smoothing along the angle of his jaw, rubbing into the skin just behind his ears. ]

What, you don't wanna see jailbait me take it across a fake boardroom table? I'm told that one's pretty good, been awhile since I've seen it. If you get curious Friday's got copies of all of them. You'll have access.

I don't need access. [It's mumbled from somewhere against Tony's shoulder with an embarrassed giggle. He's bright pink, it's terrible, it's awful. Tony knows just how to get him.]

I shouldn't be surprised honestly. You would film your sexual exploits. And keep them. [The professional stuff is a surprise though, and goes into a part of Tony's psychology that Bruce has been deeply reluctant to poke at, likely labeled daddy issues.]

Too bad, you've got it. [ Idle hair petting becomes finger combing, massaging the nape of Bruce's neck as his laughter dies down somewhat. ] What, I'm fucking amazing, and an amazing fuck. Why not have empirical evidence? Well- the only odd one out IS jailbait Stark in the boardroom; Obie tried to cut me off just shy of another masters, I needed the money. Got more from him to keep it from getting to print than I did doing the damn thing, and I got to get my masters.

Also had a good time so- triple Yahtzee.

You did look amazing earlier. [Incredible, what can happen in a day. It feels so easy, falling into this. Having Tony tucked up against him, the two of them tangled up on Bruce's crappy little bed while Tony strokes his hair.

The Obie thing -- Bruce isn't that kind of doctor. He has his own father related issues that he just sort of -- ignores and moves on with his life. Tony wears so much on his sleeve.]

I am amazingly untempted by the idea of jailbait you in the boardroom. I'm perfectly happy with forties Tony here in my lap.

I look better after I've been fucked. I have it on excellent authority.

[ He turns his head enough to brush his lips against Bruce's temple, tipping his head back so he can continue the path across his forehead, down the angle of his jaw, ghost across his lips. ]

Didn't have much time to think about it before but I'm willing to bet you look obscene and wonderful any which way.

I'm very tempted to let you see me any which way. [He should make dinner, but Tony's mouth is there and tempting and he skims his palm over Tony's arm.]

Kiss me and I'll go make dinner for us. And you can finish the bed. Deal?

Deal. [ Specificity counts and Bruce hadn't said how to kiss him-

Despite the temptation to jump right into something heated and intent he starts slow, that same reverent, wondering affection, gentle brushes of his lips chaste and dry and easy before he curls his arms around Bruce's shoulders and angles for something deeper, sweeter. Mostly aimless even if he drags his tongue along the seam of Bruce's lips; he can't help but be a little hungry for him.

He's wondered for years, after all.

A little breathless, he pulls back, eyes half lidded and hazy. ]

Right. I'll be outside, wood-working.

[The way Tony kisses makes Bruce want to slide to his knees right there. He's breathing hard at the end of the kiss and Tony just looks so wanton like this. His arms have found their way around Tony's waist and he's reluctant to let go.]

That's a terrible double-entendre. [It's half a whisper against Tony's mouth, fingers pressed against the small of his back]

Is it? [ His laugh is low and lazy and this- this is familiar for all that it's new to share it with Bruce. Cradling his jaw he leans in, nipping at his bottom lip, tugging, teasing. Pulling back to rumble. ] I mean I could stay inside and work on you instead-

I'm supposed to be making you dinner. [But he's not pulling away, leaning instead into the kiss, his fingers creeping up Tony's shirt.] You're the worst kind of distraction.

We're adults- [ And sure, dinner is nice, dinner would be wonderful and it'd be better if they had more bed to fool around on but- Bruce is warm and blushing and into it, Tony's been idly thrumming with curious desire for awhile- ] that means we can have dessert first.

[He can practically feel Tony vibrating with excitement against him, like a car engine. Bruce huffs a soft laugh and slides a hand down to squeeze the back of Tony's thigh, just under his ass. Just to tease a little more.

For all Bruce hates getting worked up, it's fun as hell doing it to Tony.] I feel like that's your whole deal. Tony Stark, premiere advocate of dessert first.

Mmmhmm. [ He starts tugging at Bruce's shirt, nosing at his jaw, humming quietly under his breath as he traces the compact splay of his musculature. No hulking mammoth here, no, it's all lean and pared down and wirey. ] Life is short, have your cake first.

[ Without a hint of shame he rolls his hips down, more than ready to get on with things. ] And by 'cake' I mean 'you' right now, so-

Fuck -- [He tugs until Tony is straddling his lap properly, as close as he can get him, and he helps by tugging off his shirt.
He feels thirty years younger, breathless and eager, like making out in the back of his date's car or something.

And maybe Tony's right, maybe if they go slow and Bruce can get out of his own damn head for a minute, this could work.] You're completely insatiable. I'll never be able to keep up.

I think once we pop that cork of yours you'll be plenty able to handle me, Banner. [ e pulls back enough to help Bruce out of his shirt, taking the time to peel his own off in the name of efficiency. Skin to skin and fuck, yes, this is what they were missing the last time.

Okay. Slow. Give Bruce plenty of time to adjust to new levels of stimulation. Try not to overwhelm too soon. He can do this.

Hands curling through Bruce's hair he holds him still, leaning in for a deep, filthy kiss. Layer of stimulation one- oral. The fact that they're plastered together from chest to groin will be a static level 2 for now; he'll introduce movement later. ]

[Skin on skin like this is -- fantastic. Much better this way, with Tony is his lap, than the other way around. A much easier fit. Bruce slides his hands over Tony's back, down to grip and knead his ass. He'll stay still for now, parting his lips to let Tony plunder his mouth.

The stillness is good, for now. The less moving parts so to speak, the better. It lets him concentrate on the feeling of Tony's tongue, his fingers, the way their chests press together.]

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[ He takes it slow, teasing his tongue in slow strokes along Bruce's, tasting him with an almost possessive intent. Like he owns him- and that's a joke for later. Right now he measures the beat of Bruce's pulse as it flutters at his throat and fights to keep still until he's ready to add another layer of stimuli to the mix.

It's not as jarring to take a half step back mentally to make this work as he thought it might be- if anything? It's easy and a little kinky, bringing the scientific procedure into the bedroom. He pulls back with a light drag of his teeth, nails digging into Bruce's scalp. ] All Green?

No Green, which is I think what we're aiming for. [His lashes flutter as Tony leans back, the feeling of his teeth sending shivers down his spine. The way Tony kisses is completely dirty, all wicked tongue and just the right amount of teeth and it's slowly driving Bruce crazy.

So he gives Tony's hip a reassuring squeeze and leans up to nip at his chin.] The way you kiss should be illegal.

It is in five or six states, I think. And about twelve countries- [ Not that he's keeping track- but good. All clear, all's well and that's what he was hoping for. He tips his head to the side, lips dragging along Bruce's jaw to the bruises he'd left earlier, revisiting them with a slow suck and steady grind as his hands drag to Bruce's shoulders.

They seek out the tension settled there and work at massaging it away before it becomes an issue. The trick is keeping Bruce in his skin, somehow. He'll figure it out. ]

I would not -- [Bruce leans back a little, against the pillows that are propped against the wall as a makeshift headboard, tipping his chin up and baring his throat for Tony. He must look a mess, with the bruises that Tony's smeared across his neck. He feels like a mess, sweating from the heat and the closeness of Tony's body.

If he focuses on one thing at a time, like the feeling of Tony's mouth, it feels less overwhelming. Less dangerous.] I would not be surprised.

[ Slow, so damn slow, so damn careful and it's worth taking the time and care to see this done properly, to get to a point where Bruce won't have to call yellow. To get to a point that Bruce can have this. Shoulders to arms to wrists, rubbing the thin skin just over Bruce's pulse in a soothing stroke as much as he tries to twist some kind of sound out of him with his teeth.

Straddling a line here and it's the hottest thing he's ever done- in the hottest place he's ever been. ]

You play dirty. [Or at least it feels like he does, because it's all relatively new to Bruce. The sex he's had in his life has been pretty vanilla, and even just kissing Tony like this feels so much different.

And Tony's being so good to him. Going nice and slow like he asked, and touching him in ways he had no idea could be erotic. The scrape of teeth against his pulse, the thumbs against his wrist -- the dual sensation makes him suck in a breath through his teeth and he makes a soft keening noise, rocking up against Tony without fully realizing it.]

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