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"See? I told you, it'll be fine."

That seems to be Tony's mantra when talking to Bruce. It's like he can bring intention into reality if he just repeats it enough times in his friend's presence. Working together is a good start. He's glad that they have managed to settle into something that comfortable, but he's ready to move forward. And that's what this is: a step forward.

Or a leap, depending on one's point of view. Tony is sitting next to Bruce on a couch, leaning over him with an arm over the man's shoulders so he can't escape. Not that he thinks Bruce really wants to escape, or that he could physically stop him if he did, but the idea is what matters here. Tony's making a point.

"So I've really gotta ask... What do you think about sex?"

And that is the other thing about dealing with Tony. Always go for shock value if you want an honest answer. Of course, he doesn't know what reaction he's going to get, but hopefully it won't be a bad one. If the line ends up hitting the wrong note, it can be a joke and they'll just be two friends sharing some time on the couch together in front of the TV. If it doesn't... well, he's hoping for that to lead them somewhere more.

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Tony's used to just going straight for what he wants. It's just part of his personality, and holding back can be a chore for a man that thinks at twice the speed of what should be considered normal. He rushes. It's not necessarily intentional, but most of the time it gets the job done.

And then there are moments like this, with the slightest changes firing off hot sparks in his nerves. His eyes are fixed on Bruce's, entranced by that intense stare. It's like he can see straight through him, and Tony loves it. It gives him that rush of excitement--adrenaline very close to fear--and the slow, methodical way Bruce touches him through his pants has Tony uttering a short moan despite himself.

"But I love it when you crash the party."

He doesn't know whether that is supposed to be an argument or complaint. It feels good, that much Tony knows, and he arches shamelessly into Bruce's hand with all the dirty enthusiasm that he knows Bruce holds back on. Eyes half lidded, he bites his bottom lip and looks down into that cool, even gaze that somehow is still steady despite being pushed onto the couch. He's got way too much control. It's unfair the amount of control Bruce has.

"Come on, I want it. You're not going to hold back on me, are you, big guy?"

He's still teasing. He's always teasing. But there's a note in his voice that wasn't there before. A deep, heady lust as Bruce's touch starts to cloud his senses. It's so little, but maybe that's why it affects him so much. Usually, people are all over him. If Tony's with anyone, they are usually fighting for control. Pushing, biting, playing as rough as they get. And that's fun. But the amount of restraint, being deprived of contact when he really wants it, that brings Tony to heel more than any amount of dominance ever could. He can feel his body shivering with anticipation, going weak at the slow exploration, and he has to grip the side of the couch to control himself.

"Baby steps. God, your baby steps are going to kill me right here, Bruce."

Okay, so he can roll with light touches. He can definitely give Bruce a very gentle brush of his hand down the man's chest. And over his hips. And he can patiently--god damn patience--slide his fingers along Bruce's inner thigh, urging his legs apart just enough to cup his hand between them again at a better angle. See? He's so patient. Even though Tony is cursing under his breath.

God, but he loves the way Tony can lose himself so shamelessly to all of this. His eyes are still on him because to look away seems like a waste of the display he's getting now. He feels hemmed in by Tony on all sides, but instead of feeling as if he's suffocating, it's amazing; he's immersed in Tony and the lust he's putting off, and he doesn't feel lost at all. Tony grounds him.

"I am going to hold back." His voice is thick and heavy, full up of the want that he's holding back otherwise; it has to find somewhere to tumble out, after all, and it finds an outlet there and in his eyes. His gaze is still steady, still unwavering and fearless in its directness, slowly burning up with a hunger. See, Bruce is keeping the other guy at bay, but when pushed to the edge like this, when invited to let his more primal urges come out, there's something predatory about him, fierce and unrelenting.

"I'll hold back until you really can't take it." He's surprised at his own daring, but he's comfortable with Tony, and the hand working its way up his thigh gives him the confidence he needs. When Tony touches him, his eyes flutter shut and his mouth parts, half a gasp caught in his throat. He wants to push up into that hand, but his first impulse is to self-deny, so he forces his eyes open again, locking them onto Tony's. He palms the length of his cock through the fabric once more before he finally touches him, skin-to-skin, though still probably not what Tony's looking for. He strokes his thumb firmly up the underside, and teases his fingers against the head, toying with him rather than touching him in any real way.

"How long do you think that'll take, Tony?" he murmurs, composure back.

He's not sure how so many people manage to overlook how amazing Bruce is. They're worried about the Hulk, sure, but it's amazing to him that they can miss the raw appeal Bruce has. He is every bit as smooth and seductive as anyone Tony has ever slept with, with the added bonus of intellect that makes him even more attractive. Bruce does play mild, but Tony can see the sharp humor in the comments he lets slip. The jokes he doesn't always hold back. And right now that humor is making him hard in ways he didn't realize he could feel.

"Don't. Don't tease me, Bruce." Tony is panting, grinding against the heat of Bruce's hand as much as he can now. His lover--can he consider them lovers now?--is so controlled, so steady, that Tony thinks he might lose consciousness before he manages to get them both stripped of all of these unnecessary clothes. Bruce is holding back as promised, and he might just kill Tony with that unshakeable restraint of his. And Tony is loving every second of it.

"I'll hold back if you want me to. But do you want me to? Come on, give me more. I want it. I need it, Bruce."

He doesn't look away, and he's being shameless with his dirty talk. It's part show, but in the best of ways. He wants Bruce to feel the eagerness in his voice like a vibration through his skin. The hunger for more might be flirting with literal danger, but Tony has never been afraid of flirting. Or danger, for that matter. Danger makes things all the more exciting.

And if Bruce is going to play coy, then Tony will just have to urge more out of him. He fondles Bruce's cock, letting his fingers slip down the length so he can tease the exposed skin around his hips, then strokes his stomach and up under his shirt to tease his chest with inviting fingers, urging him up into them. He gives him all the attention that he wants and Bruce is denying him. And why not? They complement each other that way.

Bruce tries to hold on, but Tony's giving him exactly what he needs -- well, it's more what he doesn't need, since the invitation to let go is only fraying his control even more -- but he definitely never lets himself be this free, never lets himself have so much. Really, he doesn't have much hope in being able to keep up that domineering control; he's known that he idolizes Tony in a way, as much as you can idolize someone with their faults included, but Tony is so big, and free, and eager to give, and he sweeps Bruce up in it without really giving him time to catch his breath. It's amazing, and frightening, and he wouldn't want it any other way.

He chokes off a groan, and tugs Tony in for a fierce kiss; it feels safer to communicate what he wants and how much he wants like that, because he's afraid to say it in words, almost like he's not allowed to say it in words. He barely allows himself to want anything, and if he really lets what they're doing sink in, he's afraid he might freak out and leave. He doesn't want to do that; he doesn't want to say no to Tony here, now.

His hand slips free from his pants to instead curl in shirt, pushing it up his chest.

"Off." There's no question that it's an order; there's something primal coming out in him, and he isn't sure if he should hold it back or not, so used to not trusting his instincts.

That one word is all it takes. Tony has never been one for taking orders, but that particular one he is more than happy to obey. It sends a thrill through him that might be excitement or instinctive fear, and whichever it is doesn't really matter all that much to Tony either. He scrambles to pull of his shirt, throwing it away once he gets free like it is offensive.

"Okay. Now your turn. Bruce. Bruce, please..."

His voice is husky, thick with lust and raw anticipation. Tony can't stop touching him, fingers trailing over every inch of bare skin he can find. The man really doesn't know how sexy he is, which is a shame, because he's got Tony's full attention and Tony isn't sure Bruce will do anything with it. And then he might just die. Right there on the couch. And that would be a complete waste of life.

"If you don't start touching me, I'm going to have to do it myself. And that's just not as fun for either of us."

He's just short of begging now, because it's Tony and he was never good at asking for anything, let alone begging. But he wants this. God, does he want it. He's making the extra effort because it's Bruce and he knows how hard it is for Bruce to say what he wants, so Tony's trying to fill in the gaps himself.

Bruce is just trying to keep his head above water here, which is hard to do when Tony's just about ripping his clothes off and talking about touching himself, all while pawing Bruce like he's some hot commodity that's going to vanish in 24 hours. It's overwhelming because Tony's crazy hot, and sexy, and the dirty talk is winding him up so much that it really is hard to keep a firm grasp of his control. But he needs to go slow; he needs to keep his head on straight, needs not to get lost in the eagerness that Tony's offering up.

He unbuttons his shirt calmly, but the way his hands fumble with the buttons give him away. He sits up to tug it off and sets it aside, and he tries to seem cool as he sits back again and reaches for Tony, but he swallows hard. His hands slide up his chest, touching skin to skin, and he exhales shakily.

"I wouldn't mind watching that sometime." His voice is even, strained with the effort to stay calm, and he skims his fingers down Tony's abdomen. "Not now though."

He frees Tony's cock, and his eyes drop down to take him in, loosely held in his hand. Oh, God; he's so in over his head here, but he isn't turning back now. Wrapping his hand tighter around Tony, he starts to stroke him slowly, eyes watching him closely.

Tony will never understand why Bruce doesn't have more confidence. He knows he's afraid of what might happen if he lets everything go, but at the same time, it seems like he's also self-conscious about so much more. And in Tony's opinion, Bruce is a hot commodity. He's brilliant and good looking, and transforming into the Hulk makes him able to help people even more. So it isn't really the detriment he sees it as.

But he can move slowly for him. He doesn't want to make this a bad experience. The way Tony looks at Bruce as he takes off his shirt is intent, eager to take in every bit of him. His eyes drift down to the other obstacle in his way, then back up to meet Bruce's again.

"Any time you want me, I'm yours." He hisses the last note, body arching up into the warmth of Bruce's fingers. His chin tilts up, exposing his neck, and there's a slow moan that escapes Tony's lips as Bruce starts stroking him. It's too slow, too light, and he's already biting his lip at the sensation. When he manages to control himself again, he leans toward him, cupping the back of Bruce's head with his hand so he can pull him closer.

This time he doesn't rush the kiss. He nibbles lightly at Bruce's lips, licking them with the tip of his tongue and kisses the corners of his mouth gently. He's used to being the one that pushes, but for Bruce, it's better to invite him to lead. He hums, softly

"Don't stop." He doesn't mean for it to come out as desperate as it does, but after he says that, he doesn't really care. If Bruce keeps going, Tony will gladly take attention.

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.

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.

Bruce wouldn't accept 'lover' not because it isn't true, but because it is; that's what they are, or could be, and lover implies repetition, a permanence that Bruce is afraid to offer if he can't follow through. But just because he isn't offering it or openly accepting it doesn't mean he's successfully resisting, and Tony's confession robs him of even his cynical determination. Bruce might have to make sure he doesn't throw himself too hard into this, but by agreeing, by putting them this close, he's already giving himself to Tony.

He's only partially prepared for Tony to start undressing him, but it's strangely okay. Like, he still needs to worry about his heart rate, but he isn't afraid anymore; he's accepted this, and so when there are fingernails at his back, and his lips are red and sore from being kissed, he's okay. The calm he's putting off is definitely still firmly in place, though it's less a conscious decision and more a natural extension of being comfortable.

His breathing is hard and uneven as he tries to help Tony get him out of his pants, and he even laughs a little, softly, though that's gone almost immediately when Tony starts to touch him. He sucks in a long, shaky breath, and then tangles his hand in Tony's hair so he can pull him down. He sets their foreheads together, noses touching, but he doesn't kiss him; instead, he holds them still, so the focus zeroes in on the way their breathing hitches as they touch each other. Bruce's hand slows, his steady strokes turning into exploration, too.

"Tony," he whispers, voice almost breaking, and he curls his hand against he back of his neck, holding him tighter, closer. "You have me, too."

Maybe it's the permanence that keeps them both dancing around the truth. Tony avoids it because he knows it's something he doesn't deserve. He's already fallen in love once, and failed love once. He doesn't need to do that again with Bruce too. But this is different. This is an unnamed thing that is safe in how expected it is. As long as they keep coming back and expecting it, neither of them will ever have to admit how much it scares them. Because it's already permanent for Tony. He can't live without Bruce somewhere in his life.

Hearing him say that makes something catch in his throat, but Tony doesn't cry, so he pushes it back. It burns going down. He's still happy. More than happy, fingers caressing Bruce's hips and ass and sliding up and down his thigh as if he's reminding him what it feels like to be touched all over like that. He doesn't pull away when Bruce holds their heads together. He lets the tips of their noses brush and smiles. It's just like Bruce to be so intimate and so reserved at the same time. That talent is one Tony will always envy in his friend.

"I know." Just two words, and for once Tony doesn't sound like an asshole when he says them. It's simply trust. Trust in Bruce and trust in this, even if they aren't going to call it that, because he's sure that Bruce will be there if he needs him. It's a level of trust he wasn't sure he could give anyone, and he still knows Bruce may leave at any moment. If things get bad enough, he could vanish all over again.

Tony's fingers finally curl around the warmth of Bruce's erection, beginning a steady rhythm as he strokes him slowly and moves his head back so he can kiss the side of his neck instead.

"Tell me what you want. You can lie back and enjoy yourself, Banner. Don't think about anything else. Just this."

That smile, the tip of their noses touching; it's good, it's a reminder of what they are when they're not panting in each other's faces with their hands wrapped around their cocks. They're... them, a force to be reckoned with in the lab and anywhere else; they stuck it to SHIELD and their lies, and they figured out the scepter problem -- a little too late, but still. He slides his fingers up into the Tony's hair and tilts his chin for him, exposing his neck and throat; he swallows thickly, throat bobbing as he picks his words out carefully, concentrating hard through the hand on his cock.

"No." He shakes his head slightly, a quick movement. "No, I want it just like this." To emphasize his point, he wraps his hand tighter around Tony's cock and jerks him off at the same pace Tony's keeping for Bruce, thumb teasing against the head.

Licking over his lips, he goes a step further, and turns his head so he can find Tony's ear. His teeth graze the lobe before he kisses the spot just behind, tongue tracing around the skin. He draws back enough so he can murmur, and the vibration can carry.

"I want to see you come first. I want to watch you."

That wasn't what he had been expecting. It shouldn't surprise him--Bruce is amazing in so many ways and always keeps him guessing--but having the hand tighten around him and hearing him, feeling the words spoken right at his ear makes Tony's mind momentarily lose focus. He moans, wrist jerking impulsively as he forgets to keep control. For a few seconds, the only thing he can think of is yes, he wants to come, to let the patient sound of his friend's voice carry him over the edge right there. He barely manages to push it down; bring himself back into focus again.

"Damn it, don't do that." Tony laughs unsteadily, hips arching into Bruce's hand and his own hand following the strokes on his cock, echoing the pace Bruce sets. He likes to think that he's not a complete virgin here, pushed so easily into losing control by a little teasing and light play. But he's already near the end of his limits, voice cracking as he protests and bucks against the friction created by Bruce's palm. Tony is always the one leading, in or out of the bedroom. His pride is telling him he should resist it and try to hold out, but he's already dripping into Bruce's hand, despite what his mind may think of that.

"Please. Fuck."

He doesn't even know what he's asking of Bruce. Tony's words end in a choked noise and he jerks into the warmth of Bruce's hand, eyes closed in his release. It's embarrassing and deliciously sweet, and he rolls his hips helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure runs through his body. If Bruce was still doubting himself, Tony is letting him know just how much control he's willing to give him until he's confident.

Oh. Oh, God. Ideally, he should be able to say that he chose to lose control, that he held on until he decided to give in and let himself go. Watching Tony fall apart, though, feeling him jerk in his hand -- there's no way Bruce can resist being tugged along in the wake of that release.

It's frightening, once he realizes that he was so distracted watching Tony that he forgot to keep an eye on himself. One second he's zoned in on Tony, focusing on him, and the next a ripple of pleasure starts low, and his mouth falls open, a low sound coming out and surprising him with how close he is. He sucks in a breath and tries to fight it, to scramble to get his control back in place, but there's no stopping this now.

His hips lift with the effort of holding off his orgasm, but it takes him anyway, and his hips jerk with the force of it. He clutches Tony's shoulder, needing to feel grounded as the pleasure and the fear both work through him; he's waiting, waiting, for the feeling to tip over into the start of Hulking out, but it never gets there, and then he's relaxing back against the couch with a drowsiness creeping into his limbs.

His mind is still fuzzy when he hears Bruce moan, but it still reaches him. Tony can feel the way Bruce bucks up as he comes, and it's beautiful. Perfectly in sync so that his body feels the motion and moves with it, making Tony think that he might just have come again.

The sound Bruce makes as he loses himself in pleasure is something Tony will have to hear again. He's not sure if Bruce will be open to that any time soon--he probably wasn't eager to have it happen this time--but Tony is determined. He needs it. Now that he knows what it's like to feel Bruce come, he needs it. His mouth finds those soft lips, coaxing them into a kiss. A reward for tasting pleasure with more pleasure. Because Tony is a fan of excess.

He gently guides his friend back so that he's lounging on the cushions. Fingertips brush carefully over sensitive skin, feeling the relaxed ease in his muscles and teasing just lightly at heightened nerves. Bruce looks good when he's sated too.

"You're okay," he says. "See? Didn't I tell you everything would be fine?"

He wasn't planning on this happening, but now that it has? It might be a bad idea to keep it up, but the only reasons he can find for that are... well, stupid, or tangled up in fear. He has a heavy hangover from orgasms generally, so he lets himself be guided back easily, waiting for his body to resettle and his mind to clear. Once he has the sense of mind, he pulls Tony closer; if they're going to do the intimacy thing even when they aren't having sex, chances are much higher that there's going to be a second time.

"Yeah, but you tend to say that about me all the time." He exhales slowly, his eyes closed, as he visibly relaxes further. "Can we stay like this for a while? Are you comfortable?"

After sex, Bruce usually either needs sleep or food, and right now he'd much rather lay here with Tony.

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