The way he sobs and the jerk of his body eagerly thrusting against him drags Tony over the edge as well, his seed mixing with Bruce's as he spills out between them with a hiss between his teeth. It's much more intense with Bruce. So much more, and hearing his name uttered like that, well, he could get to love it if only Bruce would agree. Tony holds Bruce through the intense shudder. He rocks with him, and as the rhythm starts to die down and Bruce's body loses tension, he eases back, fingers becoming loose around his cock.

He lets him ride out the sensation, kissing his neck and then his jaw with an affectionate brush of his lips. He's still practically in the man's lap, but Tony is careful to touch him only with light, careful affection. Once the room stops spinning, he leans forward enough to plant another kiss on Bruce's lips, murmuring against them afterward.

"See? I told you I've got you."

He speaks softly, but protectively, letting the fading high of orgasm echo between them. Then he leans back, slowly finding his feet again next to the couch.