Bruce sucks in a sharp breath when Tony presses down on him, eyes opening and widening just a little. Both his body and his mind continue to wage a war between themselves, alternating between fight or flight when he knows it's really neither of them. He trusts Tony, he does, and he wants to believe in those words and he really should stop thinking and try to do something because Tony is leaning in far too close.

He tries to move, to back away before Tony tries anything but it's hard to do anything when there's a guy practically in your lap and the backrest is preventing him from going back any further. Bruce opens his mouth, wanting to tell Tony to stop this but Tony's closed the last inch between them and - and Bruce can't think.

His mind blanks out for a moment, too caught up with the fact that Tony Stark is kissing him to register anything else. It's been a long time, far too long, and his body selfishly betrays him for something it has been denined of far too long. Bruce squeezes his eyes shut yet again as an involuntary groan escapes from the back of his throat, a shudder running throughout his entire body.

For a man whose life was all about control, Bruce was rapidly losing it.