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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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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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