Bruce lets out a breathy little sound when Tony presses his lips to his cock - its brief, but Bruce reacts all the same - hips twitching and his thighs trembling as he tries not to move too much. It's a herculean effort, really, and Bruce thinks he should deserve a medal for it.

"That wasn't even a proper handjob," he retorted back, which again was quite an effort when most of his blood was southwards rather than northwards. "It was a surprise handjob. I wasn't prepared for it." Even while he says that though Bruce shifts, moving enough so that he can bring down his leg and let Tony slide off the bed.

From there all Bruce can do is to watch Tony as he sheds his clothes, doing nothing else but stare because his brain stopped around the thought of Tony being naked and his mouth is dry again by the time Tony is back with whatever he got from the nightstand. Bruce wasn't exactly paying much attention when he had something better to look at.

He blinks when Tony smirks at him, shifting around conciously at the remark. He feels his face flushing again, embarrassed, and Bruce ducks his head once more because he can't help it when its such an instinctive reaction by now.

"I'm not big on the exhibitionism kink, just so you know," he mutters, just loud enough for Tony to hear. "Sorry to disappoint you."