This is what they both need, and Tony is sure of that even if Bruce isn't. He takes that gasp as encouragement, licking and kissing Bruce's mouth until he's sure the man's lips are bruised, and even then he doesn't stop. His fingers work quickly to open the front of those tight pants, reaching underneath the cloth so he can stroke his length.

Bruce doesn't need his self-control here. Tony is persistent about that. He kisses along Bruce's jaw and down to his neck, biting the skin at the dip where it meets his shoulder. He can feel his friend trembling, and that's good. It means he's enjoying it. He deserves all the pleasure he's been denied so far.

So Tony doesn't stop or slow down. He just runs his hand up and down along the thick shaft of Bruce's erection, thumb stroking the rim of his flushed head. He nudges his thighs further apart with his knee, trying to get Bruce into more and more suggestive positions until he really is arching with his hips forward into his hand.

"I want this," he whispers against him. "I want you to feel everything."