Life with Tony is a lot like a roller coaster, and he knows it's difficult for Bruce to really handle the ride. The thing is, he truly believes in Bruce. He doesn't just tell Bruce they are fine to convince him that they are or to convince himself. Tony knows in his heart (one of the few things he really knows) that this is right. That they will be okay. All he wants is for Bruce to see that as well.
Counting heartbeats is probably a lot like checking blood toxicity levels. You're just counting down how long you've got until you're done, visualizing that worst case scenario and waiting on the inevitable. An increased heart rate is Bruce Banner's blood test. Each check comes closer, psychologically, to that dreaded final result, which for Bruce doesn't go away after he hits it. It just hurts.
Tony knows this. He's aware of the anxiety and the fear, but sometimes you just have to let that roller coaster take you to the bottom of the hill once to realize you're not going to pass out from the drop. When Bruce concedes, he takes his opening. The kiss is sweet and slow, but Tony doesn't let it stay the mild start that he knows Bruce wants. He searches his mouth with his tongue, stroking and caressing and being just a bit dirty. They could have more, much more, and his hand wanders down to Bruce's waist, tugging up the hem of his shirt so Tony can reach beneath it and really touch the warmth hidden there. It's not crude. Just a sensual exploration of the man's body that he commits to memory, urging him to give him more; to let him touch and kiss every part of him right there on the couch.
"You won't change your mind," he assures him between kisses. His lips are still brushing Bruce's as he talks, quick and breathless. "It's gonna be good. All of it."
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Counting heartbeats is probably a lot like checking blood toxicity levels. You're just counting down how long you've got until you're done, visualizing that worst case scenario and waiting on the inevitable. An increased heart rate is Bruce Banner's blood test. Each check comes closer, psychologically, to that dreaded final result, which for Bruce doesn't go away after he hits it. It just hurts.
Tony knows this. He's aware of the anxiety and the fear, but sometimes you just have to let that roller coaster take you to the bottom of the hill once to realize you're not going to pass out from the drop. When Bruce concedes, he takes his opening. The kiss is sweet and slow, but Tony doesn't let it stay the mild start that he knows Bruce wants. He searches his mouth with his tongue, stroking and caressing and being just a bit dirty. They could have more, much more, and his hand wanders down to Bruce's waist, tugging up the hem of his shirt so Tony can reach beneath it and really touch the warmth hidden there. It's not crude. Just a sensual exploration of the man's body that he commits to memory, urging him to give him more; to let him touch and kiss every part of him right there on the couch.
"You won't change your mind," he assures him between kisses. His lips are still brushing Bruce's as he talks, quick and breathless. "It's gonna be good. All of it."