Oh.

Of all the things Tony has wanted in his life--and he's wanted everything at one point--this has got to be the one that tops them all. He had a good idea that Bruce was pretty sensual. When he wasn't absolutely avoiding contact, anyway, but having him rub against him like that and look downright wanton... That changes everything.

He needs more of that. Immediately.

Bruce sucks on his fingers, licking them with more expertise than the man has any right to have, and Tony moans aloud. He feels his body shudder and curses. He's got a laundry list of bad deeds and a little finger sucking already has him weak-kneed. They are going to make things happen, or Tony might just die on the spot.

"You're kidding, right? You can take the top spot. In fact, take any spot, just make sure you leave enough room for me on it."

He shoves his hand down Bruce's pants, and this time his fingers are a lot more intent at what they're seeking. He's still holding back--they can do a lot better than a handjob--but he teases the vein running along Bruce's length and strokes him hot right through the cloth of his underwear, making sure to brush over the head.

"But if you want me to show you mine, I can do that. Is that a polite request to get me on my knees?"