Tony doesn't stop. He doesn't slow down, because the way Bruce is moving with him now is too intense to give up even if he wanted to. Tony can't help his own moans from escaping, echoing Bruce's low tones with his own needy sounds of pleasure. It feels good. So good to have him around him, driving heat through his body as he thrusts again and again.
"More, Bruce," he says breathlessly. "Give me more." There's a little force in his command, a little power to his touch, and Tony lets Bruce lose himself in the rhythm and in his embrace. It's about time that Bruce got to let go and come with his mind full of pleasure. That's all he needs to know right now.
Tony is determined to take away every bit of concentration and control Bruce has. He trusts him, and he knows that Bruce needs to trust himself for this. Even now, with Tony deep inside him and Bruce groping at the bed in the heat of lust, Tony can tell he's trying to hold on. To keep himself in control.
"Trust me," he groans huskily. "You can trust me. I've got you."
It's a promise as much as encouragement. Tony knows Bruce wants to ground himself - he's seen him struggle to do it before - but he knows too that he can offer him support. No matter what happens, he'll be there for him just like he is now. And once Bruce accepts that, he can really let himself come apart. Tony tilts himself down so that his thrusting is just a bit rougher. Just enough to put a slight edge to the intensity of the pleasure. He moans as he thrusts into him, eyes closing against the sensation.
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"More, Bruce," he says breathlessly. "Give me more." There's a little force in his command, a little power to his touch, and Tony lets Bruce lose himself in the rhythm and in his embrace. It's about time that Bruce got to let go and come with his mind full of pleasure. That's all he needs to know right now.
Tony is determined to take away every bit of concentration and control Bruce has. He trusts him, and he knows that Bruce needs to trust himself for this. Even now, with Tony deep inside him and Bruce groping at the bed in the heat of lust, Tony can tell he's trying to hold on. To keep himself in control.
"Trust me," he groans huskily. "You can trust me. I've got you."
It's a promise as much as encouragement. Tony knows Bruce wants to ground himself - he's seen him struggle to do it before - but he knows too that he can offer him support. No matter what happens, he'll be there for him just like he is now. And once Bruce accepts that, he can really let himself come apart. Tony tilts himself down so that his thrusting is just a bit rougher. Just enough to put a slight edge to the intensity of the pleasure. He moans as he thrusts into him, eyes closing against the sensation.