"Bet I could get it to turn you on," he says. And there's a distinct purr in his voice, because he wants to get Bruce to flush again. That little dip of the head that is usually just a way to avoid things--yes, Tony knows all about avoidance--is suddenly extremely attractive in bed. He knows Bruce will never be forward, and that is just fine. He can still hint around at it and show him that not all excitement is necessarily a bad thing. A little rush can be sexy and still not ruin his control.

"That's okay. I'd rather keep you to myself. But would you like warning next time?" He leans on the edge of the bed and runs his hand up Bruce's leg, massaging the muscle again. "I'm going to fuck you. That all right?"

Whether he gets an answer or not, Tony wraps his hand around Bruce's cock and starts stroking again. It's a slow, but deliberate movement that hits his sensitive vein and drags along his length with intimate friction. His free hand slides up Bruce's thigh and rests there, palm to skin, urging his legs apart. There's no question that Tony is admiring the view, coaxing Bruce into a pose on the bed that he probably wouldn't be caught dead in any other time. His reward is Tony's mouth on his stomach, kissing him as he continues to touch those sensitive areas and draw out noises with his hands and lips. It's just a warm up; a distraction so he can remove his hands without too much notice. When he brings them back a few moments later they are slick and wet, and he adds lightly teasing Bruce's ass to his handjob treatment.