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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-

Seems -- [He makes a sound almost like a hiccup as Tony's thumb teases against the head of his cock in the most unfair way, panting in between greedy kisses. Taking over Tony's mouth, dominating the kiss this time. Pushing his tongue into Tony's mouth to lick at him, memorize his taste.]

Only seems fair. [Which he punctuates by rubbing his palm firmly against the fly of Tony's jeans, dragging his fingers along the line of his erection to find the head and rub his thumb hard against it.]

You, we're focusing on YOU right now, stop that- [ Gasping and giddy and not, actually, trying to twist away at all- he even fumbles a hand down to pop open his fly and peel it open so Bruce could, if he wanted, get a little more involved. ] Terrible, you are terrible, I'm supposed to be seducing you-

[ And it's hard, it's hard to focus on that when Bruce is leaning, is holding him in place, licking into his mouth like he's the one that owns Tony and god-

He sucks in a sharp breath, hooking a leg around Bruce's, rocking them together. ] Nnn- menace. Absolute menace-

You're totally seducing me. I'm seducing into wanting to touch your dick. Very, very seduced. [He breathes a laugh against Tony's mouth and squeezes him through his boxers, though his other hand comes up to nudge at Tony's hip away a bit. Too much too fast.]

Just your hand right now?

Of course you are, look at me, I'm fantastic- [ His hips jerk forward- but the nudge does register and he sighs against Bruce's mouth, shifting away from him. Okay, hand only, he can do that, will do that. Slow. He needs to be slow. ] I am showing remarkable restraint here, Bruce- anyone else I'd either be riding them or inside of them by now.

[ His hand slows on Bruce's cock, trying to remember that he needs to take his time. It's. Hard. When he's hard. ]

I know. And trust me when I tell you how much I appreciate it. [Bruce drops his head to Tony's shoulder with a groan, nodding a little, thrusting once into his hand before he forces himself still again.]

If you can make this work without a Code Green, I'll fucking ride you how about that.

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Do you have any idea how sexy it is to hear you swear? It's very emphatic, kind of hot, distracting, did I mention distracting? [ He turns his head to murmur into Bruce's ear, squeezing for a firm slide from base to tip, thumb rolling around the head before gliding back down. Tight and slow. He'll wring a safe orgasm out of Bruce if it kills him. ] We might be at this all night.

Which is the worst thing possible, I mean, It's only been a dirty dream of mine since the first time you rolled straight out of bed into the lab.

I swear. When it's appropriate. [Bruce hisses against Tony's ear and presses his palm more firmly against the shape of his cock through his boxers.] I'm very emphatic about your hands on me. And -- mouth. In a few minutes.

[He sinks his teeth into a bruise at Tony's throat that hasn't even had time so heal yet from their earlier escapade.] Since we've established that we're here all night, tell me about your dirty dreams. I like hearing about that.

If you want me to focus- and I never thought I'd be able to say this- you need to quit grabbing my dick. [ Breathless laughter and it's good. It's so good- it'd be better if it were both of them but he thinks he gets it, a little, how Bruce felt when he'd had him under his hands before. It's a thrill. A trip.

Warming and arousing to know he's managed to twist this out of him with a few words and a steady hand. ] Nnngh okay I am- I am so onboard with that it's ridiculous. Do you wanna hear about the ones in the lab or the ones in the helicarrier or-

[ His head rolls back, giving Bruce more room, hand slowly speeding on his cock by carefully calculated intervals. ] The one where I tear your clothes off, sweep all your paperwork to the side [ not the floor, that's rude ] and ride you for a few hours? I like that one. Or there's one where it's you and me on the jet and I'm blowing you while we ascend, trying to get you off before we get to cruising altitude-

Some day I want to hear about each and every one of them. In detail. You can write me a novel.
[He concedes and rubs his hands over Tony's thighs instead, kneading them as Tony talks, as his hand works over Bruce's cock and Bruce has to pull away from Tony's mouth.

One, so Tony can keep talking to him like that, and two because he can't breathe because it feels so fucking good.]

Half of me wants your mouth again and the other half wants to hear about your illicit fantasies while you use your hand. I'll leave the decision up to you.

I'll make an audiobook for you and sneak it into your meditation tapes.

[ Light and teasing and he absolutely fucking would if only to watch Bruce blush all over and, maybe, get aroused from listening to every filthy, decadent thing he's wanted to do with him for years. Things he'll get to try-

And at the offer available he doesn't think twice before shifting back down on the bed, lips dragging along his skin. ]

Odds are you'll have to call yellow again and we'll go back to the hand- I'll tell you then. I'm talking eighty eight point six percent likely. [ Anyone else he'd show off a little, take as much in as he could- but slow. Slow, achingly slow is the name of the game so it's less of a swallow and more of a drag of his lips from base to tip, rubbing the head of Bruce's cock against his bottom lip. ]

[He wants to sy something flippant about not telling him the odds, but honestly it's pretty good -- really damned reassuring to know that Tony's paying that close of attention to him.

Bruce shudders hard at the fucking teasing drag of Tony's lips over him. Too light, too soft, until that wet kiss at the end.]

Than -- ahfuck Tony, your mouth -- then we'll do this until I tap out. And make out while you use your hand. If you want.

Oh, I want. I always want. [ And that's the last thing he'll get to say for a little while, hand braced on Bruce's hip as he wraps his lips around the head of his cock and works his tongue up hard along the underside, slowly sucking him in inch by inch.

Taking his time and moaning at the velvety heat of Bruce's skin, the bitter salty tang of him. ]

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