Bruce is confident about some things, but mainly the only thing he's sure of anymore is the Hulk. If he gets into trouble, if people come after him, if he gets hurt -- the Hulk is there, either as the real, living thing, or as just the idea, just the threat. It's the most powerful weapon Bruce can wield anymore. Bruce has lost his vulnerability, especially when he's around people who realize what he is -- who. Who he is. But when the only thing you're sure of is your defenses, that doesn't really help when you need to let your defenses down, like now, with Tony, where he doesn't see the Hulk as some dark, threatening cloud.

Or maybe even he doesn't see the Hulk at all, not right now. Even when he was anonymous, mostly undercover, he never felt like he was ever really just Bruce because he was lying to everyone, but to Tony? He really might be. He isn't even sure he knows how to be him anymore.

With Tony putting himself on display like that, though, there's not a lot of room for him to worry about it. God, but Tony's incredible -- hot, obviously, but he's oozing a sensuality that's intoxicating, and Bruce can't help but get caught up in it. He tries to keep one foot on the ground here, but other than that, he decides to just focus on Tony. And not himself. Jesus, wow, he's self-centered, but no -- worry about that later. Tony's a living porno in his lap, and he needs to stop psychoanalyzing himself.

"I want you." His voice is low, and all the more earnest; that's a confession, that this doesn't have to be something huge, but he wants it to be something, and then he tangles a hand in Tony's hair and pulls him back into the kiss. He licks into Tony's mouth, kissing him deeply, more determined and sure of himself than he's been since they started. The kiss is fierce, and hungry, and pushing for more, and he works Tony's cock a little faster to match, slowing down only to tease his fingers against him.