He is okay, maybe he's even great and that's what's so scary; it's like that moment where you tip over the first hill of a roller coaster, and your stomach drops out from under you while you hover in those five seconds before the descent. He can't hover in that spot forever; he needs to move, forward or backward.
And, well. If he's already at that part of the ride, he can't really get off, can he?
Tony's right. One kiss won't hurt. All things in moderation, right? He lets his leash out in other things; he can have a drink, a little coffee here and there. Something tells him that it'll be much harder to cut himself off when the time comes here, but... They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. And that isn't something he decides lightly, but looking into Tony's eyes, holding their hands together, the purr in his voice...
"You're the worst enabler," he murmurs, throat dry. He lifts his other hand, lets it hover in the space between them, before he sets it on Tony's shoulder, palm flat and fingers spread out.
"I love that about you. Commit that moment to memory because by the end of the night, I might have changed my mind."
He smiles tentatively, this side of flirtatious, and then leans up. His eyes slide shut as he finds Tony's lips again, his kiss slow and sensual, with the sense of something simmering beneath the surface, something he's holding back. Bruce doesn't let himself think about anything other than the way their mouths meet, their breath mingling, his nose brushing Tony's cheek.
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And, well. If he's already at that part of the ride, he can't really get off, can he?
Tony's right. One kiss won't hurt. All things in moderation, right? He lets his leash out in other things; he can have a drink, a little coffee here and there. Something tells him that it'll be much harder to cut himself off when the time comes here, but... They'll cross that bridge when they come to it. And that isn't something he decides lightly, but looking into Tony's eyes, holding their hands together, the purr in his voice...
"You're the worst enabler," he murmurs, throat dry. He lifts his other hand, lets it hover in the space between them, before he sets it on Tony's shoulder, palm flat and fingers spread out.
"I love that about you. Commit that moment to memory because by the end of the night, I might have changed my mind."
He smiles tentatively, this side of flirtatious, and then leans up. His eyes slide shut as he finds Tony's lips again, his kiss slow and sensual, with the sense of something simmering beneath the surface, something he's holding back. Bruce doesn't let himself think about anything other than the way their mouths meet, their breath mingling, his nose brushing Tony's cheek.