Bruce is not one to be physcially intimate, but now after what frankly speaking was the most mind blowing sex he has ever had in years Bruce figures he can let himself have this. And honestly this is much better than the act itself - to simply feel secure enough in another's arms and know that there is somebody to keep you afloat. That's all he ever wanted, and what he has right now.

He hums in contentment as Tony rubs his back, all but melting into the mattress now that the hand on his head managed to get to that one spot that makes him practically boneless. Every part of his body feels heavy and sore; his thighs especially so, but its a good kind of soreness, one that Bruce now knows comes from having very good sex.

Still, Bruce does manage to move the arm that isn't pressed under his body, shifting his hand so that it rests lightly on Tony's side. He idly rubs at the skin there with his thumb, relishing the contact and the touch as he replies in a quiet murmur against Tony's neck.

"Good. Warm." (Safe.) "Don't really wanna move after five minutes."