Even for Bruce that is a bit too direct, and he flushes, heat rising to his cheeks once more as he ducks his head. "I--"
He doesn't get past the first word; whatever response he had dies on his lips as Tony unzips his fly, wraps his hand around him once more and Bruce feels his brain short-ciruiting yet again. It's not a new feeling, of course, but the heat of it makes Bruce pause and moan, fingers digging into the mattress as he jerks just a little into Tony's hand from that one touch. He's already so hard now its ridiculous, considering the fact that he already got off earlier, and the way that Tony is teasing him isn't making things any better.
Bruce lets out a soft groan as he thrusts his hips slightly, seeking more friction, needing it but not getting it because if anything Tony Stark seems to be the world's best cockteaser. But that's what Bruce likes and wants anyway. To be teased until he can't think, driven out of his mind until he's an incoherent, babbling mess. After having to control himself for so long he wants to lose that, and losing that to pleasure is the best thing he can think of.
"You're going to have to stop distracting me first," he manages to respond, although one of his hands is already resting on the hem of his own pants. "I can't do anything when you're doing that."
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He doesn't get past the first word; whatever response he had dies on his lips as Tony unzips his fly, wraps his hand around him once more and Bruce feels his brain short-ciruiting yet again. It's not a new feeling, of course, but the heat of it makes Bruce pause and moan, fingers digging into the mattress as he jerks just a little into Tony's hand from that one touch. He's already so hard now its ridiculous, considering the fact that he already got off earlier, and the way that Tony is teasing him isn't making things any better.
Bruce lets out a soft groan as he thrusts his hips slightly, seeking more friction, needing it but not getting it because if anything Tony Stark seems to be the world's best cockteaser. But that's what Bruce likes and wants anyway. To be teased until he can't think, driven out of his mind until he's an incoherent, babbling mess. After having to control himself for so long he wants to lose that, and losing that to pleasure is the best thing he can think of.
"You're going to have to stop distracting me first," he manages to respond, although one of his hands is already resting on the hem of his own pants. "I can't do anything when you're doing that."