Too forward is just enough for Tony. He needs to be too forward to distract his friend who tends to get bogged down in hesitation. If he distracts him, he can get him moving before he has time to worry about the what ifs and what nows. That's the plan. Tony is going to keep catching Bruce off guard until he really does go out of his mind with lust and need and pleasure, overwhelmed with it all to the point of breaking.

And Tony will be there to catch him. That's also the plan. He drags his palm up the thick erection, enjoying the way Bruce's hips hitch with want. This is the Bruce that everyone misses. They see the potential Hulk, or maybe the shy, nervous man ducking down and trying to make himself invisible. Tony sees Bruce as someone else. Someone like himself, full of desire and enthusiasm to reach for the stars--if only the universe wouldn't get in the way. He sees someone brilliant who deserves far more than he's getting. And he's fixing that right now.

"Doing what? I'm not doing anything new, Bruce."

His breathing is a little heavy when he says that, and maybe Tony himself could use a little more contact, but that's fine. Let Bruce hear what he does to him. Let him enjoy the hot words against his ear as Tony purrs into it. He doesn't let go of his cock, although he does slow his movements another notch.

"Take off your pants. Come on. All you have to do is lift your hips a little more and push them down. You can do that, right?"