This is perfect. Tony smirks into the kiss, feeling a rush of excitement that isn't just from the friction between them. This is special. A once-in-a-lifetime moment that he knows has to be because the two of them are unique. They share something that other people don't have.

And maybe that something is Bruce's self-denial and Tony's hedonism, but it's a damn fine combination. He arches into the feel of Bruce's fingertips on his skin, not bothering to remotely act shy or reserved about this. He gropes him, fondles the familiar curve right through his pants. So, yes, it's the second time, but why shouldn't they do it? They have a lot of time to make up for, and Tony has no problem making sure it gets made up. As long as Bruce is interested, he's willing.

"Want to move to the bed?" It's an unfair question, really. He's been unfair since they started this, but damn if Bruce doesn't look good when he's lust-driven and faltering. Tony thinks he can be forgiven for a little extra stimulation. After all, it's what he promised. No surprises. If he asks, that guarantees he's keeping up his end of the deal.