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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?

Mhmm. [ He drags his mouth down the narrow line of Bruce's abdomen, hands sliding up to stroke his ribs, thumb rolling over one of his nipples. Testing what works, what doesn't, trying to learn Bruce the way he likes to learn anyone he has in his bed-

But with infinite care because it's Bruce. ] I've kind of wanted to blow you for...ever? Ever. First handshake- you've got fantastic hands, by the way. And lips. I could watch you talk all day-

[ He busies his own with the skin around Bruce's navel, tongue tip tracing an idle circle around. ]

I don't -- think I've ever um. [His words come out between hitched breaths, sounding distracted. And rightly so, given how thorough Tony is being with him.

The hand on his chest doesn't do much for him, so he takes it and kisses Tony's palm instead,
nibbling a little at the mound of flesh by his thumb. But the tongue on his stomach has his hips twitching, muscles contracting a little in surprise because it's not a sensation he's used to.

And then he realizes he had started a sentence and should maybe finish it.] No one's ever complimented my mouth before.

[ It's showing off, more than a little, and an old, old, old trick- but he wants to see the look on Bruce's face when he pulls it off. Tony bites at the button of Bruce's fly, finessing it open with lips and teeth and tongue; catching his zipper in his teeth and pulling down.

No drunk fratboy he, but- Tony likes to make the effort.

His fingers curl around Bruce's cheek, cradling his jaw as he nuzzles the bulge in Bruce's slacks, breathing into the fabric. ]

It is five kinds of sexy. Six, if I include how you lick the last bit of tea off of them when you finish a cup.

[He squeezes his eyes shut and he reaches down to tug at Tony's hair. It's a lot. It's so much more intense than he expected, having Tony's mouth, his cheek against his cock like that.]

Shit -- sorry, sorry. Yellow. Um. [Bruce drags in a deep breath and exhales slowly,
trying to refocus his mind.] Maybe we should kiss again for a while? You can just --
touch me. Let me get used to it before you um, dive into things.

Hey- don't apologize for this. [ He lifts himself up on his elbows and knees so he's not dragging all the way up, giving Bruce a little more breathing room before he noses in at his cheek. Intimate but not inherently sexual and he does want-

God does he want-

But he wants this done right. Wants this to be good. ] We're being careful, right? Nothing to be sorry about.

Besides, I've only wanted to get my hands on you forever, so- [ Light as anything he drags his lips against Bruce's, keeping the kiss light and easy as he lets his hand glide down Bruce's chest to his abdomen, rubbing the skin under his navel gently. When he gets the all green he'll dip lower. ]

I know. [He strokes his fingers over Tony's jaw, his neck, down to trace his collarbones carefully. Not wanting to touch too firmly and hurt Tony's sternum at all. The kiss is lovely, and he tries to assure Tony that he's okay by biting playfully at his mouth.

Tony's being so damned patient with him, and Bruce is so so grateful for it. He exhales as Tony's fingers wander across his skin again and he presses his mouth more firmly against Tony's to say yes, yes that's good. Yes keep going. Green, green.] I just feel like an ass, telling you not to show me a good time.

[ As soon as the teeth come out Tony leans in a little harder, presses firmly with his hand to better explore the skin covering Bruce's narrow hips, teasing under the rasp of cotton. So damn hot, and maybe it's a Gamma thing? He'll measure it later, for now he's too focused on learning the shape of him, cupping his palm over the bulge of Bruce's cloth covered erection. ]

Lab safety. [ He nips at Bruce's lips, squeezing gently. ] I'm reckless with- well. More than I should be, probably, but I'm not going to take unnecessary risks with you.

[ Not when he has every reason in the world to want to make sure they get to the happy ending. ]

[Could be a Gamma thing, could be a Brazil thing. Either way, Bruce feels himself throb under Tony's palm as he pushes his hips up, trying to grind against his hand as he sucks at Tony's lower lip a little harder than he means to. He drags his teeth over his lip as he pulls back to breathe, one hand going up to grip the back of Tony's neck.]

You're always reckless. You should take my pants off. [The feeling of Tony's hand through cloth is driving him crazy, and he's not sure he can stand it much longer. Not without getting frustrated.]

[ Greedy- a little. Bitey and Tony doesn't mind, grinning against Bruce's lips. ]

Bossy. [ He crackles a soft laugh, shifting enough to brace himself on his knees and begins tugging Bruce's slacks down. It's a little awkward for a second- the man's all limbs and the fabric bunches up at his ankles for a bewildering second but soon enough Bruce is free and he can run his hands all the way up from ankle to groin-

So he does. Slots himself against Bruce's side to stay within stroking and kissing range, his whole hand stroking Bruce from root to tip in an easy glide. ]

Did we remember to pick up lube?

[Bruce huffs a laugh and tries to do his best to help Tony pull his jeans and boxers down and off. It's a momentary struggle before Tony is back by his side, touching him just like he was asking for and Bruce can't hold back a groan.

He throws an arm over his eyes, the pink spots in his cheeks now bright red, chest flushed from arousal and a bit of embarrassment because he feels so damn exposed, naked like this. But it's okay.

Tony has him.]

Uh, it was not on my list. So unless you picked up something.

Hey, come on, don't hide. [ He nudges at Bruce's arm, leaning down to kiss his way up from the flush of red on Bruce's chest to his cheeks, his lips. ] You got to see all of me last time. Shame is for other people, Banner.

[ Not for them, right here and now. It's a familiar motion and angle for all that the skin is entirely different; and Tony takes his time memorizing every vein and line of him, Fingers accustomed to picking out imperfections in metal and wiring tracing Bruce's cock with a dedication usually bent to his projects. ]

[Maybe he should be less embarrassed,
considering how many times he's woken up naked in strange places. But this is different. This is so much more intimate, the way Tony's fingers are exploring his cock like he's set on memorizing ever centimeter of skin.

He turns his head to capture Tony's lips in a hungry, almost frantic kiss. Wanting to give back what he's receiving. He strokes his hand over Tony's arm, the one stroking him, pressing his fingers into Tony's bicep.] Do I get to taste you, after?

[ Still hiding, but better, he can deal with this. Work on cracking Bruce open little by little, work on getting him comfortable with this intense sort of intimacy. Tony rolls the flat of his thumb across the slit, tongue tangling around promises he can't make just yet- but god, he wants to. ]

Distracting. [ Voice scraped low and aching, breathless against Bruce's lips. He bites back, wrist flexing as he works a slow, steady rhythm. ] You are so fucking distracting- but yes. Yes, if you want, yes-

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