It's more than filthy - its deliciously filthy, and hot, and Bruce feels his mind short-circuiting momentarily just from the intensity of everything. He knows he's losing control again, but this time he really can't be bothered to care. He'll be fine, he knows that he'll be fine. Tony is here for him, and that's what matters.
He returns Tony's moan with one of his own, letting their tongues meet and tangling them together in a kiss that can't make him think past the fact that he is indeed, having sex with Tony Stark. Again. The thought is a lot hotter than it really should be, and he lets out a quiet whimper when Tony presses a palm between his legs. He was already getting interested, and this just turns him on even more.
Bruce moves his one of his hands down from Tony's hair, brushing under his hairline and dipping fingertips under the collar of his shirt, wanting the feel of skin under his hands.
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He returns Tony's moan with one of his own, letting their tongues meet and tangling them together in a kiss that can't make him think past the fact that he is indeed, having sex with Tony Stark. Again. The thought is a lot hotter than it really should be, and he lets out a quiet whimper when Tony presses a palm between his legs. He was already getting interested, and this just turns him on even more.
Bruce moves his one of his hands down from Tony's hair, brushing under his hairline and dipping fingertips under the collar of his shirt, wanting the feel of skin under his hands.