Tony laughs, finally pushing Bruce back against the mattress and kissing him with rough, eager lips. His hands grope the buttons of the rumpled shirt, getting it open as quickly as he can so he can fondle bare skin. He swallows up those pleas, teeth grazing swollen lips as he runs his nails down Bruce's sides again. Tony remembers how his friend's breath caught before. That was good. Very good.
"Not god, but close," he murmurs. His fingers skim the edges of Bruce's hip bone, tracing it with light touches that promise much more. "We need to get rid of these clothes first, though. Kind of in the way of progress, big guy."
He says that, but he doesn't make it easy. Tony moves down to bite the soft line of Bruce's throat, turning it into a deep, messy kiss. He slides his hands up the front of his stomach, nails skirting over muscle and one thumb rubbing Bruce's nipple instead of helping him think of getting undressed. If Bruce wants to forget everything else, he'll certainly get his wish. Tony might tease him into senseless lust, and that's not even the start of what he intends to do with him.
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"Not god, but close," he murmurs. His fingers skim the edges of Bruce's hip bone, tracing it with light touches that promise much more. "We need to get rid of these clothes first, though. Kind of in the way of progress, big guy."
He says that, but he doesn't make it easy. Tony moves down to bite the soft line of Bruce's throat, turning it into a deep, messy kiss. He slides his hands up the front of his stomach, nails skirting over muscle and one thumb rubbing Bruce's nipple instead of helping him think of getting undressed. If Bruce wants to forget everything else, he'll certainly get his wish. Tony might tease him into senseless lust, and that's not even the start of what he intends to do with him.