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[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. ]

[When is the last time he's had this?
Far, far too long. He drags his fingers through Tony's hair, down to press his fingers into the muscles of his shoulders.

The moan sends vibrations through his skin and he shudders, sucking in a sharp breath. Bruce hooks a leg loosely around Tony's waist. It's perfect and his focus narrows down to Tony's lips, his tongue, the warmth of his mouth. It's a focus of a different kind, that's for sure,
but he'll take it.]

[ Tony's eyes flick upwards, watching the long, lean line of Bruce shiver under him, memorizes the way his face goes tense with pleasure and oh- this. This is better than he'd imagined. Only an inch or so at first- taking his time as it's been forever since he's last done this-

Since he's last wanted to for anyone.

Humming, he pulls off with a wet pop, blowing cool air across Bruce's spit slick cock before taking him in again, lips a tight ring as he sucks him in deeper and deeper. ]

I'm sure you've heard this a hundred times,
but your mouth is -- it's goddamn incredible. [Bruce's voice is wrecked, tight and breathless and pitched low as he rolls his hips up. He drags his nails over Tony's shoulders and makes a broken noise at that cool stream of air over his damp skin.

He's going to try to hold out. Another minute. Just one more before he makes Tony come back up again. He can do this, for both of them.]

[ If the next twist of sound out of Tony's throat has a particularly smug bent- well he's earned it. Sure it's a common compliment but from Bruce it means more, somehow, the same way most anything Bruce says automatically has weight and worth beyond the average person in Tony's social circle.

Every detail gets burned into Tony's memory, the scrape of Bruce's nails that he pushes up into the weight of his leg around his ribs- Tony sneaks a hand up to curl around the base of Bruce's cock to squeeze, swallowing him down until his lips meet his fingers. Over time he'd regained his gag reflex, apparently, and choking is not sexy. ]

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[The way Tony's throat tightens around him has him gasping, struggling to get a full breath of hair and he tangles his hands in Tony's hair and tugs, harder than he maybe means to.

He can feel green edges start to creep in and he whines, squeezing Tony's shoulder] Sorry to cut you short, but --

[ Ow? Ow. Tony winces, taking the sign for what it is and pulling off with an obscene pop, breath ragged and shallow, face turned into Bruce's thigh. Mouthing at that skin while he catches his breath seems safe enough, right? right. ]

S'fine- [ Voice thick, a little rough, a lot raw as he drags himself up. Plan B? Plan b. He slots himself next to Bruce, lips red and shining and hot on Bruce's sternum, his collars, his throat, dragging up to nip at his earlobe. ]

Which fantasy did you want first? A personal favorite is one where I try to distract you from your lab work by reciting your equations and masturbating.

Sorry -- [Too hard, oops. But Tony glances up at him and his lips are shiny with spit and precome and Bruce feels his cock throb in Tony's grip as he keeps talking.

He moves his thigh a little, just enough to create friction between Tony's legs and on hand is gripping his arm tight, the other one stroking through his hair like an apology.]

Science and masturbation? That's pretty kinky, Tony. [His own voice is strained, like a violin string about to snap, and he's moving against Tony's hand and he feels everything coiling to a breaking point and it's nearly there, nearly there.] So close I'm -- god Tony keep talking. Let me focus on your voice.

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