He's not sure how so many people manage to overlook how amazing Bruce is. They're worried about the Hulk, sure, but it's amazing to him that they can miss the raw appeal Bruce has. He is every bit as smooth and seductive as anyone Tony has ever slept with, with the added bonus of intellect that makes him even more attractive. Bruce does play mild, but Tony can see the sharp humor in the comments he lets slip. The jokes he doesn't always hold back. And right now that humor is making him hard in ways he didn't realize he could feel.
"Don't. Don't tease me, Bruce." Tony is panting, grinding against the heat of Bruce's hand as much as he can now. His lover--can he consider them lovers now?--is so controlled, so steady, that Tony thinks he might lose consciousness before he manages to get them both stripped of all of these unnecessary clothes. Bruce is holding back as promised, and he might just kill Tony with that unshakeable restraint of his. And Tony is loving every second of it.
"I'll hold back if you want me to. But do you want me to? Come on, give me more. I want it. I need it, Bruce."
He doesn't look away, and he's being shameless with his dirty talk. It's part show, but in the best of ways. He wants Bruce to feel the eagerness in his voice like a vibration through his skin. The hunger for more might be flirting with literal danger, but Tony has never been afraid of flirting. Or danger, for that matter. Danger makes things all the more exciting.
And if Bruce is going to play coy, then Tony will just have to urge more out of him. He fondles Bruce's cock, letting his fingers slip down the length so he can tease the exposed skin around his hips, then strokes his stomach and up under his shirt to tease his chest with inviting fingers, urging him up into them. He gives him all the attention that he wants and Bruce is denying him. And why not? They complement each other that way.
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"Don't. Don't tease me, Bruce." Tony is panting, grinding against the heat of Bruce's hand as much as he can now. His lover--can he consider them lovers now?--is so controlled, so steady, that Tony thinks he might lose consciousness before he manages to get them both stripped of all of these unnecessary clothes. Bruce is holding back as promised, and he might just kill Tony with that unshakeable restraint of his. And Tony is loving every second of it.
"I'll hold back if you want me to. But do you want me to? Come on, give me more. I want it. I need it, Bruce."
He doesn't look away, and he's being shameless with his dirty talk. It's part show, but in the best of ways. He wants Bruce to feel the eagerness in his voice like a vibration through his skin. The hunger for more might be flirting with literal danger, but Tony has never been afraid of flirting. Or danger, for that matter. Danger makes things all the more exciting.
And if Bruce is going to play coy, then Tony will just have to urge more out of him. He fondles Bruce's cock, letting his fingers slip down the length so he can tease the exposed skin around his hips, then strokes his stomach and up under his shirt to tease his chest with inviting fingers, urging him up into them. He gives him all the attention that he wants and Bruce is denying him. And why not? They complement each other that way.