Tony gasps when Bruce pulls him close, shuddering as his body responds to the intense stimulation. It's a little too much, but still so sweet he can't help but get closer. The kiss is deep and eager, like kissing Bruce is all he wants. He could do it forever. Just drown in his scent and the taste of his mouth.
Except he's too tired to keep pushing him, and eventually he gives into the heavy feeling settling in his muscles. Tony raises his hand to stroke Bruce's hair, petting him softly while his mind relaxes into a lethargic ease. It's almost like a trance. Tony keeps stroking Bruce's head, kissing him with small, chaste brushes of his lips while they both get comfortable.
The world is fantastic. If they stayed like that all night, Tony would be content. But he knows that eventually they're going to have to move. He tries to will himself to shift, but it only ends up with a half-hearted wriggle and a grunt.
"Gonna need to get up," he mumbles. He doesn't stop petting Bruce's head, though, which makes what he says a lot less convincing. No one ever claimed that Tony was the responsible one.
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Except he's too tired to keep pushing him, and eventually he gives into the heavy feeling settling in his muscles. Tony raises his hand to stroke Bruce's hair, petting him softly while his mind relaxes into a lethargic ease. It's almost like a trance. Tony keeps stroking Bruce's head, kissing him with small, chaste brushes of his lips while they both get comfortable.
The world is fantastic. If they stayed like that all night, Tony would be content. But he knows that eventually they're going to have to move. He tries to will himself to shift, but it only ends up with a half-hearted wriggle and a grunt.
"Gonna need to get up," he mumbles. He doesn't stop petting Bruce's head, though, which makes what he says a lot less convincing. No one ever claimed that Tony was the responsible one.