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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.]

This- [ He murmurs, lips smeared against Bruce's skin. ] Isn't anywhere near as dirty as I get, Sugarbear. But we're walking before we run.

[ But this is Bruce, who deserves the care. Bruce who deserves time to decide how much he likes everything- and right now the answer seems to be very much and it's encouragement enough for Tony to slowly roll their hips together, swallowing past the tense knot of want in his throat. ]

Is that a threat or a promise? [To -- either, to both Tony being s dirty as possible, and to walking before they run. But that's the plan, that's the idea. Slow and steady.

Even if it feels like both their bodies are screaming at them to hurry the fuck up. He grips Tony's hips tight, white knuckled, but he doesn't say to stop. They've done this before, though for a limited time.

His monitor is beeping fast and he tugs it off, letting it drop to the floor before his hands go back to Tony's hips.]

Mmm, yes. [ Both, the answer's both, and it's easy to try and time the inches he steals, the liberties he takes by the erratic beeping of that watch-

Until it's suddenly no longer a factor. Tony's eyes flick from where the plastic rolls off the bed up to Bruce's eyes and there's not a single hint of green; that's good enough for him. ] I've got you.

[ A promise all it's own, one hand sliding between them to rest against Bruce's chest as he grinds their hips together again. Slow. One breath at a time, one beat at a time. ] Focus on me, Bruce. I've got you.

I'm okay. [It sounds a little surprised, and his hands flex against Tony's hips. He's -- excited, yes. But not anxious, or stressed. Maybe a little nervous about going into uncharted territory, but he doesn't feel any hint of The Other Guy around the edges of his mind.

It usually rolls in like a fog, when it comes on more slowly, when it's not a controlled change. Creeping like a green poison into the edges of his brain until he's forced to turn. He doesn't feel that here.

All he feels is Tony's body, all he hears is Tony's voice, and he's focused.] I'm here, you've got me.

Let's call it a win for science. [ And not a shade of smug 'I told you so' to be seen because- well. He hadn't, how could he? This is all new to him as much as it is to Bruce but knowing he's safe to get a little more intense? Well.

Lab safety is still A concern but no longer the only concern. Tony pulls back enough to drag his eyes down the flushed, sweaty line of Bruce's body and lick his lips. ] So, choice time. Option A: I stay up here and stimulate you manually, leaves me in kissing distance, easier to spring off if things change. Or-

[ And his hand might be sliding down to tease the line of Bruce's abdomen even as he weighs which one he wants more himself. ] Option B. I crawl down and stimulate you orally. Slowly, of course, but I'm good with my mouth and really, really want to taste you.

Really really, huh? [It feels a little weird but also a little right to have Tony lay everything out so clinically.]

I think if I keep my fingers in your hair and tap out when I need to -- I could, in theory,
handle some oral stimulation. Though I'll warn you it's been like twenty years since anyone's gone down on me, so no promises that I won't have to call for a break.

Kinda passed 'idle curiosity' and hit 'near desperate' about ten seconds ago, buddy. [ He leans in to kiss Bruce, slow and dirty-sweet before shifting to make the slide south easier. Far from just dropping and going to town he takes his time. There's plenty of Bruce to appreciate here and he means to appreciate every inch.

Throat and collarbones he's been acquainted with, they get a passing nip and nuzzle- though he starts a slow, more certain drag down the line of Bruce's unmarked sternum. All the power in the world under his lips and- that's kind of hot. It being held in check by Bruce's will. ]

[Bruce likes that -- how Tony talks about him like he's a sexual object and not just this awkward, gangly, too many limbs kind of guy.

He strokes his fingers through Tony's hair and keeps his breathing under control the more Tony's mouth wanders.] Desperate to get your mouth on me?

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