Later, when he looks back on this, this moment would seem so obvious. Of course Tony just goes for it, with barely any preamble, barely giving Bruce any time to prepare himself. Isn't that why Tony has always been something special in his eyes? His utter lack of hesitation is so exotic to Bruce at this point that just being near someone that daring gives him a contact high.

Well, he's definitely feeling the contact high now. He moans sharply, hips rising off the couch to press into Tony's hand, his arousal growing at the touch. His head tilts back, exposing his throat, and he clamps his mouth shut so he can breathe steadily through his nose as he scrambles for some kind of control. He takes tight hold of Tony's hip, the tension in his arm clearly an effort to keep Tony from getting any closer.

"Tony." His moan is somewhere between a warning and a plea. Is this a terrible idea? Probably. But the more Tony drags him into it -- even his resolve isn't strong enough to tell Tony no, at this point. He's going through with this, he's sure of it, and besides that, how tempting is it to stumble along, to let himself be touched and feel something again other than bitter resignation? And with Tony, of all people, who already makes Bruce feel honored to receive as much of Tony's attention as he does.

"Okay -- okay." He sucks in a breath and picks his head up, his fingers flexing on Tony's hip as he tries to reign his thoughts back in. "Yes, Tony, Jesus." Whoops. That turned into a groan. He shakes his head to clear it and tries again. "But give me time to concentrate so I don't... I could lose it here. Seriously. And I know you like the other guy, but probably not like that, so..." He squeezes his hip again, and then slides his hand up, gently touching his skin.

"A little self control, for both of us. Just a little. Just enough so... so we can have this."