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[It's kind of a disconcerting feeling, having money slipped into your back pocket by a supposed stranger. He's going to have to assume it was Tony and not just a very generous and eccentric person passing by.

Either way, he pays for the truck and loads the groceries into the front, bike and computer parts into the back.

And now he'll sit in the passenger's seat and... wait for Tony. He supposes]

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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.

Pretty? [ He reaches a hand up, smoothing his fingers down the side of Bruce's face. He hasn't been called pretty since he was old enough to grow and keep the goatee. But it's- nice to hear. He flushes, a little, as though he's not already sweatslick and reveling in the afterglow already. ]

You are a deft student, Honeybear.

Absolutely beautiful. You're glowing, it's sweet. [He props himself up on his elbow and lets Tony pet him, utterly content.]

I'm sure you have much more to teach me.

S'called an afterglow. [ He huffs quietly, leaning up to brush their lips together. It's a soft, chaste thing, a kiss taken because he can, because it's safe. Because he wants to and it's nice to not have to second guess that. ]

So many things. I might just write up a syllabus. Make a few lesson plans. Sketch out diagrams and make slideshows for lectures- it'll be like being back in college, but sexier.

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