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[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.]

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[ 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.]

[ Sentiment and enthusiasm do most of the work for Bruce, honestly. Sentiment, enthusiasm, and the visual of Bruce putting the mouth he'd sat back and watched shape fascinating, occasionally impossible concepts around his cock- He loses a little time.

Heat and suction, the pressure of lips, the glide of tongue, the rumbling vibration of Bruce's voice that cuts Tony's from his throat and shakes away coherent thought. ] Bruce-

[ He can't find a line, a quip, breath stuttering in his chest as he swallows, heat rocketing through his body, flooding under flushed skin. ]

[Next time he'll experiment more --
and god, he loves that there's going to be a next time. Loves that he can live this out here,
in real life, not just somewhat shameful fantasies inside his head.

The vibration seems to be doing something good, so he hums again, taking Tony in a little deeper as he presses his thumb into the bruise on his thigh.]

Nnnh- don't- don't stop. [ For all his teasing, for all his sniping and laughing and calling Bruce a Menace- he's happy to be menaced. To be held down and strung along and strung out- hands trembling in Bruce's hair, skidding along his shoulders. Touching because he can, because this is real, it's happening, and it's better than any dream of vague imagining.

Hotter, slicker, every twist and rumble shooting straight to the stone in the pit of his stomach, the snarled jangle of his nerves at the base of his spine- his hips hitch forward, breath going ragged. ]

[It's honestly completely fucking fascinating to watch Tony like this. He couldn't, wouldn't stop. Not for the world, not when Tony is shaking to pieces underneath him and making those gorgeous sounds that even if it's just today, just this moment, Bruce gets to replay over and over in his memory.

His hand goes to Tony's hip, not to hold him still but to feel the way he trembles, feel the strain of his muscles as he twitches underneath him and the knowledge that it's him doing this to Tony is heady as hell.]

[ He tries to offer a warning. Tries. It's a strangled breath, a slurred crackle of sound muddled through a moan- a squeeze to Bruce's shoulder, the way tension flows up his body from knees to thighs to hips to chest, entire form curling inward in a sharp arc as his balls tighten and he spills, bitter sharp, into Bruce's mouth. ]

Fuck-

[ He collapses, boneless and senseless, gasping for air against the thin sheets. ]

[It's definitely new, a little different from going down on a girl that's for sure. But not in a bad way, not at all.

He slowly pulls off Tony, making sure to clean him thoroughly with his tongue as he goes, then moves up to tuck up against him on the bed.

His expression softens from sharp concentration to quiet adoration as he watches Tony, stroking his fingers through his hair with an affectionate smile] You're so gorgeous like this.

Nnnh- [ Sensitive, just on this side of too much but he doesn't try to push Bruce away. Lets him explore this part of things without interfering because uh. Science. Or something. ]

...like what?

[ Words are hard, semi-slurred but. He manages two, head lolling to look at Bruce, eyes dark and blown and a little hazy. ]

I mean, you're always handsome, but you're really... yeah. Pretty like this. [Tony looks so relaxed, so at ease and a little bit befuddled and it's just so sweet. Pretty's the right word, he thinks.

And then Tony meets his gaze and Bruce kisses him lightly.] All boneless like this.

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