He can't pull away. He doesn't want to pull away, because this is far too good and whatever chances Bruce had of stopping this was long gone by now. He squirms against Tony's hands, his breath coming out in stuttered gasps that turns into a whine when Tony moves to his neck again. He tightens his grip on Tony's hair, tugging at it mindlessly, wordlessly asking for more.

"Stark," he manages out breathlessly as he tries to pull his mind back together just enough to think, to respond. "Stark, I can't--" He wants to come, needs to come. It's been far too long and he's desperate for it, desperate to let it all go as soon as he can. They could do this later or whatever but he just--needed it.

He tries to push harder, fucking himself desperately into Tony's hand and against his cock while another moan falls out from his lips, need and want clear in that sound.