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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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[nonstopnarcissist]

[ 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. ]

[semprezangado]

[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.

[nonstopnarcissist]

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. ]

[semprezangado]

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.

[nonstopnarcissist]

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.

[semprezangado]

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.

[nonstopnarcissist]

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.