There's a time for self-doubt. When you're dying--literally, when you know your body is giving up--and all you have to look back on are your regrets. On all the times you've been doing things for the wrong reasons and you won't be able to make up for that. A moment like that is great for self-doubt.
This is not a good time. Not when he's got a willing partner (Lover? Tony isn't sure Bruce would accept that.) and not when they're in the middle of this. Tony doesn't deny that the Hulk is there. Literally and metaphorically, he knows that Bruce always has the Hulk there, even when he doesn't remind people of him. Tony doesn't care. There will be time for Bruce to figure out who he is and how much of Banner is the Hulk or vice versa. Bruce doesn't seem to realize it, but to Tony, that's all trivial math. The man he's looking at, the one he's kissing when he's pulled forward into the delicious heat of his mouth, that man is fine just as he is. With the Hulk, and with Bruce too, because he's never gone away. He's gotten shy, maybe, but he's still there in front of Tony now.
"You can have me then."
Tony's answer is confident and simple. Bruce can have him. He already has him, and it's only after saying that that Tony realizes it. He runs his hands over Bruce's chest, up to his shoulders and then down his sides. He lets his fingers trail over his back, up and back down his spine so he can touch every part of him. His exploration gets quicker, more eager in response to the way Bruce strokes his cock, and he has to break the kiss to arch his back, letting out a small whimper as he bucks up into the rhythm. Something about Bruce's pace just resonates calm. Even when they are kissing each other like this, hungry and eager, Tony feels like Bruce has him caught in something deliberately slower than he's used to, and everything feels that much more intense. He drags his nails lightly down the man's back, nipping and licking at him, and letting Bruce kiss him until his lips hurt from the attention.
"You've got me," he says. It's almost thoughtless, just a statement of what is true breathed out on an exhale. "Not going anywhere. You've got me."
His words stay even and calm, even if he's lacking a lot of his usual voice, but his fingers hook impatiently at Bruce's pants. If anyone who knew him could see Tony now, they would probably laugh. He fumbles with getting under the hem, trying to slide the open pants down his hips by running his fingers over the curve of his ass, and Tony's so caught up in how much he wants to touch Bruce that he can't seem to coordinate the pants down his thighs. And when he finally does, he can't get enough. It's not a rough jump into a handjob that he gives him, but more exploration. Careful and attentive, but needy as he touches all of the new skin he can reach.
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This is not a good time. Not when he's got a willing partner (Lover? Tony isn't sure Bruce would accept that.) and not when they're in the middle of this. Tony doesn't deny that the Hulk is there. Literally and metaphorically, he knows that Bruce always has the Hulk there, even when he doesn't remind people of him. Tony doesn't care. There will be time for Bruce to figure out who he is and how much of Banner is the Hulk or vice versa. Bruce doesn't seem to realize it, but to Tony, that's all trivial math. The man he's looking at, the one he's kissing when he's pulled forward into the delicious heat of his mouth, that man is fine just as he is. With the Hulk, and with Bruce too, because he's never gone away. He's gotten shy, maybe, but he's still there in front of Tony now.
"You can have me then."
Tony's answer is confident and simple. Bruce can have him. He already has him, and it's only after saying that that Tony realizes it. He runs his hands over Bruce's chest, up to his shoulders and then down his sides. He lets his fingers trail over his back, up and back down his spine so he can touch every part of him. His exploration gets quicker, more eager in response to the way Bruce strokes his cock, and he has to break the kiss to arch his back, letting out a small whimper as he bucks up into the rhythm. Something about Bruce's pace just resonates calm. Even when they are kissing each other like this, hungry and eager, Tony feels like Bruce has him caught in something deliberately slower than he's used to, and everything feels that much more intense. He drags his nails lightly down the man's back, nipping and licking at him, and letting Bruce kiss him until his lips hurt from the attention.
"You've got me," he says. It's almost thoughtless, just a statement of what is true breathed out on an exhale. "Not going anywhere. You've got me."
His words stay even and calm, even if he's lacking a lot of his usual voice, but his fingers hook impatiently at Bruce's pants. If anyone who knew him could see Tony now, they would probably laugh. He fumbles with getting under the hem, trying to slide the open pants down his hips by running his fingers over the curve of his ass, and Tony's so caught up in how much he wants to touch Bruce that he can't seem to coordinate the pants down his thighs. And when he finally does, he can't get enough. It's not a rough jump into a handjob that he gives him, but more exploration. Careful and attentive, but needy as he touches all of the new skin he can reach.