Bruce doesn't really know what it is that tugs at his quickly crumbling resolve - maybe its the closeness they have now, or the heat of Tony's body near him, or that brilliant (so brillant, so wonderful - he thinks he can never be tired of it) smile that crosses his face when he says those words. It's simply so Tony that Bruce can't help but hold onto it in his head, wants to keep it wrapped and preserved in his mind for as long as he can.
His fist clenches up when Tony leans in, a handful of shirt curled up in his grip as a quiet little sound escapes from the back of his throat. Bruce can't deny the fact that a good part of him wants this, yearns for this. Not the sex, but just the simple pleasure of having somebody near him without the possibility of said somebody getting hurt. Here Tony was offering him just that and he wants, but still--
Moving his free hand, Bruce moves to make a grip on Tony's upper arm, holding him just enough to remind Bruce where he is, and what is happening - and what was about to happen.
"You and me," he mutters back in return, breathing the words right over Tony's lips. "You're not giving me much of a choice here, you know."
A quiet joke, a small prod, a vague deflection - but this is Bruce saying yes in the best way he can, at least for now. It's not a choice he should be making, but he wants to believe in Tony - believe that he can make it good for them both, because Bruce knows this is something he himself isn't able to manage.
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His fist clenches up when Tony leans in, a handful of shirt curled up in his grip as a quiet little sound escapes from the back of his throat. Bruce can't deny the fact that a good part of him wants this, yearns for this. Not the sex, but just the simple pleasure of having somebody near him without the possibility of said somebody getting hurt. Here Tony was offering him just that and he wants, but still--
Moving his free hand, Bruce moves to make a grip on Tony's upper arm, holding him just enough to remind Bruce where he is, and what is happening - and what was about to happen.
"You and me," he mutters back in return, breathing the words right over Tony's lips. "You're not giving me much of a choice here, you know."
A quiet joke, a small prod, a vague deflection - but this is Bruce saying yes in the best way he can, at least for now. It's not a choice he should be making, but he wants to believe in Tony - believe that he can make it good for them both, because Bruce knows this is something he himself isn't able to manage.