The high sticks with Bruce even after he's shaken himself dry and for some reason he can't seem to push himself to care, at least not for the moment. It's almost as if his body is reluctant to let his mind regain control after all of that, unwilling to break this moment that he has. He makes a soft sound as Tony lavishes attention onto him, soaking it up greedily while his mind still isn't in the way.

Still, it is just a matter of time before logic and reason comes back to the forefront just as Tony kisses him, and Bruce feels his heart stopping for just a moment as the reality of everything comes crashing back onto him. He just had sex with Tony Stark. Not full-blown sex, foturnately, but he had cut it pretty close, all things considered.

Bruce closes his eyes once more and tries to center himself even though all he wants to do is to leave right now - but doing that wasn't going to help anyone, even if the option sounded very good to him at the moment. Instead he tries to concentrate on the very present, first by tucking himself back in even though his pants are pretty much ruined now.

"That," he starts slowly, making sure that Tony can hear him - making sure that Bruce can hear himself. "That was... not a good idea."