Bruce is just trying to keep his head above water here, which is hard to do when Tony's just about ripping his clothes off and talking about touching himself, all while pawing Bruce like he's some hot commodity that's going to vanish in 24 hours. It's overwhelming because Tony's crazy hot, and sexy, and the dirty talk is winding him up so much that it really is hard to keep a firm grasp of his control. But he needs to go slow; he needs to keep his head on straight, needs not to get lost in the eagerness that Tony's offering up.
He unbuttons his shirt calmly, but the way his hands fumble with the buttons give him away. He sits up to tug it off and sets it aside, and he tries to seem cool as he sits back again and reaches for Tony, but he swallows hard. His hands slide up his chest, touching skin to skin, and he exhales shakily.
"I wouldn't mind watching that sometime." His voice is even, strained with the effort to stay calm, and he skims his fingers down Tony's abdomen. "Not now though."
He frees Tony's cock, and his eyes drop down to take him in, loosely held in his hand. Oh, God; he's so in over his head here, but he isn't turning back now. Wrapping his hand tighter around Tony, he starts to stroke him slowly, eyes watching him closely.
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He unbuttons his shirt calmly, but the way his hands fumble with the buttons give him away. He sits up to tug it off and sets it aside, and he tries to seem cool as he sits back again and reaches for Tony, but he swallows hard. His hands slide up his chest, touching skin to skin, and he exhales shakily.
"I wouldn't mind watching that sometime." His voice is even, strained with the effort to stay calm, and he skims his fingers down Tony's abdomen. "Not now though."
He frees Tony's cock, and his eyes drop down to take him in, loosely held in his hand. Oh, God; he's so in over his head here, but he isn't turning back now. Wrapping his hand tighter around Tony, he starts to stroke him slowly, eyes watching him closely.