Honestly, Tony likes this. The idea of more sex is great, but if he wanted more sex it wouldn't be hard to get it. He isn't deprived. What he wants is Bruce. This is plenty of progress, and when he feels him relax, that is the real victory.

And then Bruce asks to kiss him, and Tony thinks he might have just stopped his heart for a minute. Bruce Banner, who typically avoids unnecessary brushing of shoulders in the hallway, just asked to kiss him. He wants to kiss him.

Yeah, it's a fucking great day.

He scoots up so he can lean over him on the bed. That means moving his hands, but he figures it's fine for now. Besides, Tony can still trail his fingers along Bruce's sides, and he's picked up now that this is something Bruce likes. He still wants to get him sated--the man looks good after an orgasm--but he lets that go for now so he can kiss him. Full, sensual, with lips and tongue, and Tony doesn't hold back from that at all. He hums into it, nipping the edge of Bruce's bottom lip when he finally pulls back.

"I like kissing you too."