"That depends," Tony answers. He doesn't miss a beat. "Do you want my mouth on you, or would you prefer just giving me your whole body?"
If Bruce doesn't have an answer for that, Tony is going to give him one anyway. He sits right in front of him and undoes the fly of Bruce's pants with devastating efficiency. And hopefully Bruce won't think too hard about how Tony learned to do it while rubbing the length of his cock at the same time. Multitasking is a skill. Leave it at that.
"I hate to say this, but if you want it, you're going to have to help me get these off you," Tony tells him. "Once you get them off, then I can work on the rest of you."
He's already got his hand around him before he finishes talking, and if Bruce had been considering rubbing himself off on the bed, Tony is getting him that much closer to losing himself to that state by giving him another handjob. It's too slow, really. Not enough to get him off this time, but enough to make him want it. He knows Bruce will do anything--he said he would--but Tony likes to provide the encouragement for it. The way he had seen the man who usually never shows his true feelings buck so anxiously into his hand has made it into the list of "must haves" Tony has mentally categorized for his personal reference. He doesn't mind getting Bruce there again.
"God, you look good." He breathes the words out; kisses the side of Bruce's neck fondly as he strokes him. "Take them off. They're just in the way."
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If Bruce doesn't have an answer for that, Tony is going to give him one anyway. He sits right in front of him and undoes the fly of Bruce's pants with devastating efficiency. And hopefully Bruce won't think too hard about how Tony learned to do it while rubbing the length of his cock at the same time. Multitasking is a skill. Leave it at that.
"I hate to say this, but if you want it, you're going to have to help me get these off you," Tony tells him. "Once you get them off, then I can work on the rest of you."
He's already got his hand around him before he finishes talking, and if Bruce had been considering rubbing himself off on the bed, Tony is getting him that much closer to losing himself to that state by giving him another handjob. It's too slow, really. Not enough to get him off this time, but enough to make him want it. He knows Bruce will do anything--he said he would--but Tony likes to provide the encouragement for it. The way he had seen the man who usually never shows his true feelings buck so anxiously into his hand has made it into the list of "must haves" Tony has mentally categorized for his personal reference. He doesn't mind getting Bruce there again.
"God, you look good." He breathes the words out; kisses the side of Bruce's neck fondly as he strokes him. "Take them off. They're just in the way."