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[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. ]

Edited (HTML PLZ) 2017-12-31 07:53 (UTC)

[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.

Well I mean- I'm distracting you with a hand down my pants and walking through your math but you don't get to touch me until you've actually finished the equation- [ Close, so damn close he can feel the tension vibrating through Bruce and this is it this is the final fucking test on whether or not Bruce gets to have this-

He thinks he does. Thinks he can manage and instead of speeding his hand or twisting his grip- he keeps the slide of his callouses along Bruce's cock constant and gives Bruce what he's asking for, voice low and rough. ] And that, that's difficult because this is stupid complicated shit, Bruce, and there are so many variables so it's difficult because I'm distracting, and it's hard for me because all I wanna do is pin you to the chair and ride you until we both come screaming- but I have to wait. I get bored somewhere in the middle and end up kicking off my slacks and spend the next ten minutes fingering myself and you have to start over which is-

Completely unreasonable. But you manage, you get through it and since i'm more or less ready by then, bent backward over the work table, three knuckles deep you just slide right up between my thighs and hold me down as you slide in and it's fucking perfect-

[Tony's a fucking maniac, he's convinced of it. This was the worst idea, the worst, but Tony is working him slowly and that seems to be the trick. Going slow and easy (though it feels like the opposite of fucking easy with Tony in his ear, rambling about the stupid sexy things he wants to do to him and it sounds -- amazing, actually.]

That sounds like poor lab safety Tony. [He gives half a laugh and he tries to imagine how that's going to feel, watching Tony open himself up and then sliding in --

It sparks all his nerves endings and he shudders and tenses, leaning down and crushing his mouth against Tony's, swallowing up those noises as he comes in Tony's hand, against his stomach, and it feels like such an amazing relief like something he's been fearing for fifteen years that turned out to be so fucking incredible.

When he finally opens his eyes to search Tony's face, the irises are their usual bright blue.
Not a single hint of green to be found.]

Holy shit.

That's why it's a fantasy- [ Easiest thing in the whole world- right here. Bantering with Bruce. Touching him, watching him, feeling his pulse rabbit fast and no green. Not a single shade of his skin turning, no strange distortions in his shoulders. Just warm, familiar skin tanned by the sun, slick with sweat, almost silken under his hand for how much he's fucking wanted this.

So much for so long and he has it, they have it-

The next leg of his filthy tale is cut short with Bruce's mouth and he leans into it hard, giving as good as he gets, desperately drinking in every detail as his hand skids over the head of Bruce's cock and there. Right there. The full body shudder, the tight convulsion, the spatter of come against his fingers and Bruce's stomach and it's-

Not about him. Not even a little. Tony peers into Bruce's eyes when he falls away, his own dark and crinkled and giddy. ] You are so gorgeous right now.

[ Flush and relaxed and- beautiful. His clean hand slides up to smooth through Bruce's hair, pulling him in for a softer, sweeter kiss. ] So fucking gorgeous.

Gorgeous because I'm not a green rage monster? [He laughs breathlessly and grabs his shirt to wipe his stomach and Tony's fingers off so he can take and squeeze Tony's hand affectionately.

He kisses Tony with such adoration, pressing close to him. Rubbing his hands over his back.] Has anyone ever told you you're a madman?

Because you're you. [ All soft hair and tentative smiles that have only grown easier and easier the longer he's known him. All limbs and broad curves of muscle when he finally settled in enough to eat well- and they'll get him back there. Tony's certain of it. All bright eyes and glittering mind and wry humor that hooks him back from the edge without making him want to gnaw off the leash.

Tony loops his arms around Bruce's waist, content to lay here and kiss him until his own arousal dies down. A promise had been made but- this? This is good too. ] At least once a year. I'm overdue.

You're an absolute madman [he restates, but with a soft fondness that always creeps into his voice when he's talking to Tony.

He likes how compact Tony is, compared to what Bruce feels like is his unweidly gangliness. Bruce loves the way they fit together, just lying like this, tangled together, touching and kissing softly. He drags his fingers over the fine hairs of Tony's stomach, down to tease along the waistband of his boxers.]

I need to catch my breath. You did -- amazing. You were incredible for me.

And that's my quota. Job done. I can kick back for the rest of the year and not worry. [ So much easier to tease than put words to the warmth in his chest- even if he's said them. Even if they're welling up on the back of his tongue and he can see the response in Bruce's eyes.

It's safe to feel it, here. Safe to want it. Safe to be comfortable with it-

That more than anything is worth trying to help Bruce feel safe in his own skin when things get heated. His breath hitches, hand slipping down to adjust himself in his jeans. ] I bet you say that to all the engineers.

I am decently sure you'll hear it from me more than once a year. But always with affection. [It's weird because it's moving so fast but it's like it's always been there. They've bought a truck together and Tony is renovating the house and it's all very domestic and lovely. Like a flood of things they've been holding back for years are all finally happening.

He drapes his arms over Tony's shoulders and gives him a slow, lazy kiss, his thigh pressing between Tony's legs again because goddamn if he doesn't love the way Tony's erection feels pressed against him.]

Only to genius billionaire playboy philanthropists who also happen to be engineers. It's a very small circle.

I guess a single point can be a circle if you look real close and squint.

[ His breath hitches, hips rocking down against Bruce's thigh as despite his earlier flippancy- he's very hard and very much wants Bruce touching him. Hand, mouth, anything, everything- Just rutting up against his hip or riding his thigh till he comes in his jeans- he doesn't care as long as he's got Bruce's lips on his, that wry laughter in his ears, and this all encompassing affection wound tightly around him. ]

Bruce- [ His throat clicks when he swallows, lips smearing to the side as he pants against his skin. ] What did I say about the teasing? Menace. You're a menace- menacing me, specifically, right now-

Sorry, did you want something. [Maybe he shouldn't be so mean. But Tony always has a witty remark, a snappy comeback, and to get him to the point where he's reduced to soft, sweet, noises and gorgeous begging.

But he gives in, because he's not that mean. He pushes his hand into Tony's jeans and rubs his palm over him, making a satisfied noise at the sheer heat of him.]

Why don't you lie back and let me take care of you.

I remember a promise being made earlier in regards to doing a thing without causing a code green and hey- thing has been done, code green did not happen- [ Breathless and strained and he has to twist a little to peel out of his jeans without losing Bruce's hand, kicking them off until it's just them and the sheets. Miles and miles of skin and it's jarring, feeling their thighs brushing against each other, their shins knocking together.

The details of sex that usually blur in the face of other, more distracting contact. He drags his hands up to Bruce's hair, shuddering under his hand, cock hard and beading precome. ] Lie back and think of physics?

Mmhmm. Remind me? [Not because he necessarily forgets, but because he is distracted by all of Tony stretched out underneath him,
looking absolutely delectable.

Also because he's finding he loves hearing Tony talk about the various sexual acts he wants to commit to and with Bruce.

There's not a ton of room on the bed so he nudges Tony up a little to sit against the pillow-cum-headboard so he has more room to get between his legs. Which he does, finding a place on Tony's thigh that he likes to settle in and work on leaving a nice hickie to pay Tony back for the way he imagines his neck looks right now.]

Edited 2018-01-09 09:16 (UTC)

[ He goes as nudged, propped up against the pillows, thighs spread wide (shameless as ever) hands smoothing through Bruce's hair to ruffle it up, the image of Bruce between his thighs, his mouth on his leg? Distracting. Really, really distracting. ]

Something about riding? Or tasting. Or both- your call, no pressure but something would be fantastic about now- [ Because he can dream and ache and fantasize all the live long day for years and it'll be fine; he's a grown man, he can deal-

Taking what he can get and being glad to have it isn't anything new to him.

But the last thing he'd ever want to do is put too much weight on the what of they do instead of the fact that they're doing anything at all. ]

I'm gonna tell you right now that tomorrow while you're in town I'm probably going to fuck my hand while pressing down on that bruise. Just so you know.

Once we get it all worked out, I promise I'll ride you. Or -- you can ride me, whichever. Since that does seem to be a prevalent fantasy of yours. [He's still nervous about going all the way. Tests need to be run multiple times to assure accurate results; one safe orgasm doesn't automatically equal safe everything.

But Tony is -- well he's delectable, and those filthy words make Bruce shiver, dragging his teeth over the mark he's left.] Now who's the menace?

[Still him, probably. But he does move up further, nuzzling at Tony's hip and wrapping his fingers around the base of Tony's cock, turning to press a messy kiss to the shaft.] I promise to make up for in enthusiasm what I lack in experience.

I am the least picky in bed if I'm with someone I like. [ As long as they're having a good time. As long as everyone's happy- orgasms are incidental. It's the closest thing to genuine connection he'd had with anyone for most of his adult life; having that AND this insane, completely out of the blue but not at all really emotional bond with Bruce?

Doesn't matter what they're doing, as long as he's right here making Bruce look so damn smug.

His head rolls back with a thud as he knocks it against the wall, biting down on a whimper. the ache of the bite, the heat of his mouth, or the image of him down there-

One of them is gonna kill him. ] Fuck- Most of the really fun sensory nerves are in the first two inches, deepthroating looks cool but is entirely unnecessary.

I do have a degree in biology. That requires a couple of basic anatomy classes. [But it's said with an amused look as he drags his tongue hard over the underside of Tony's cock, where the head meets the shaft, concentrating his efforts there.

Tony falling apart, Bruce has decided, is one of his new favourite sights. The way he just lets himself go, gives himself over to the sensations of it all. It looks so freeing.

He braces his other hand against Tony's thigh, thumb rubbing where he left that bruise, because while Tony had tried to keep mixed sensations to a minimum for him, Bruce wants to completely overwhelm Tony in the best way possible.]

Academic understanding is useful, darling, but- [ His thighs clench, mouth dropping open around a gasp. Right. Words. He was- ] Nnh, sometimes hard to remember when you're face to face with foreign dick. [ Not entirely foreign but- the point remains. How often can Bruce have done this in is life? Actually Tony doesn't want to know, it's irrelevant.

And Bruce is a fast fucking learner. Tony's resolve not to look cracks before he's got a chance to firm up on the idea, eyes dark and roiling while he watches every slow drag of Bruce's lips around his cock. His breath goes shallow and staggered, thumbs sweeping back and forth along Bruce's cheeks; every teasing press to the bruise twisting a new whimper out of him. ]

I have a great memory. [This may or may not be the first time he's properly given a blowjob. A brief tryst with a roommate in undergrad that was sort of exploratory in nature and didn't really lead anywhere.

That look that Tony gives him would be, were he twenty years younger, enough to get him going again. Right now it just solidifies his resolve to give the best fucking blowjob he can.

So he wraps his lips around the head of Tony's cock and sucks firmly, groaning at the taste of him.]

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