Tony doesn't hesitate. He parts his lips, urging Bruce to let him deepen the kiss, to let him suck on his lip and tease his tongue with his own. His hand slides up Bruce's stomach under the thin shirt, petting him in slow, seductive circles as he urges his body up against his own. It's all done with gentle insistence, and Tony is already shifting on the couch so he can slide his knee between Bruce's legs for better friction.

Forget control. Control can come later, when he's not convincing himself that he can't have what he wants. For now, Tony is going to press Bruce back against the couch and fondle the doubt right out of him, mouth locked with his in a dirty embrace that's question for more. He pushes the shirt up, out of his way so he can get both hands on Bruce's body. The shudder earns an appreciative hum right against his mouth.

It's hard, he knows it is. But these things will never get easier, and sometimes the only way to get what you really want is to force your way through. This is Tony forcing them forward for both of their sakes, moaning softly as an invitation to keep Bruce distracted while he leans forward and rubs against the warmth between his legs.