hotredhero | Smut things for amygdalae

It's more than filthy - its deliciously filthy, and hot, and Bruce feels his mind short-circuiting momentarily just from the intensity of everything. He knows he's losing control again, but this time he really can't be bothered to care. He'll be fine, he knows that he'll be fine. Tony is here for him, and that's what matters.

He returns Tony's moan with one of his own, letting their tongues meet and tangling them together in a kiss that can't make him think past the fact that he is indeed, having sex with Tony Stark. Again. The thought is a lot hotter than it really should be, and he lets out a quiet whimper when Tony presses a palm between his legs. He was already getting interested, and this just turns him on even more.

Bruce moves his one of his hands down from Tony's hair, brushing under his hairline and dipping fingertips under the collar of his shirt, wanting the feel of skin under his hands.

This is perfect. Tony smirks into the kiss, feeling a rush of excitement that isn't just from the friction between them. This is special. A once-in-a-lifetime moment that he knows has to be because the two of them are unique. They share something that other people don't have.

And maybe that something is Bruce's self-denial and Tony's hedonism, but it's a damn fine combination. He arches into the feel of Bruce's fingertips on his skin, not bothering to remotely act shy or reserved about this. He gropes him, fondles the familiar curve right through his pants. So, yes, it's the second time, but why shouldn't they do it? They have a lot of time to make up for, and Tony has no problem making sure it gets made up. As long as Bruce is interested, he's willing.

"Want to move to the bed?" It's an unfair question, really. He's been unfair since they started this, but damn if Bruce doesn't look good when he's lust-driven and faltering. Tony thinks he can be forgiven for a little extra stimulation. After all, it's what he promised. No surprises. If he asks, that guarantees he's keeping up his end of the deal.

It really is unfair, the fact that Tony is asking him that question when he literally has Bruce in his grip. But by not Bruce honestly can't bring himself to care too much about it. He wants it, and Tony is willing to provide what he's greedily, selfishly seeking for, and that's about all that matters to him right now.

"What do you think?" he returns quietly, an edge of mirth that creeps into his voice and at the corners of his lips as he smiles. "You can figure it out, right? You're a genius after all."

He doesn't let Tony have a chance to answer as he leans in and kisses him again, groaning quietly into his mouth. The bed would be nice, eventually, but right now all he wants is this - Tony's body pressing on him, and the heat of his mouth against his own.

Now this is something no one could deny being hot. If they had the chance at it, of course, which they don't. And they never will either, which adds to the moment. It's just between them, and Tony loves it. He loves the teasing. The slight edge to Bruce's retort. The man is much sharper tongued than he pretends to be, and Tony loves it. They need to do this. To strip out of the nice guy image and get to Bruce.

He kisses him willingly, roughly, because he can afford to be a little rough now. And he's not at all contrite when he pops the button loose on Bruce's pants for the second time that day. It's delicious. He arches up against Bruce, hand stuck between their bodies and his fondling is a bit awkward, but that's only because they are so close. Hot and grinding already.

"I think you could use more of me, to be honest," he retorts. "And when you're honest, you get positively dirty, Doctor Banner. I like that."

He doesn't really give Bruce the chance to answer. Tony bucks against him and then pulls back, breaking the contact completely. His hands move up under Bruce's shirt and slide down his sides with a familiar caress over the sensitive points. Tony's quick, and he has a good memory. And, most importantly, he knows how to get a response.

Bruce breaks the kiss with another low groan, rubbing himself against Tony's hand and his cock and they might have been doing this a while ago but this feels so much better than the previous time. He licks his lips, trying to center himself, but only feels how swollen and bruised his lips are by now and that alone is enough of a turn on for him. It's been far too long since he could let himself go to this extent.

And while he does have a response to Tony's retort, Bruce finds it hard to speak it out when Tony is being horribly distracting, breaking full contact and settling into a tease that riles him up. He can't stop the needy whine that comes from the back of his throat, sharp and distinct, and Bruce isn't sure how much longer his knees are going to hold up at this rate.

"I'm only learning from the best," he manages out after a while, looking back up at Tony with a grin. "But I wouldn't place myself as high as you do, Mister Stark."

He reaches down and grabs one of Tony's hands, bringing it up so that Bruce can lean in and suck two of Tony's fingers into his mouth, making sure the lick them throughly.

Oh.

Of all the things Tony has wanted in his life--and he's wanted everything at one point--this has got to be the one that tops them all. He had a good idea that Bruce was pretty sensual. When he wasn't absolutely avoiding contact, anyway, but having him rub against him like that and look downright wanton... That changes everything.

He needs more of that. Immediately.

Bruce sucks on his fingers, licking them with more expertise than the man has any right to have, and Tony moans aloud. He feels his body shudder and curses. He's got a laundry list of bad deeds and a little finger sucking already has him weak-kneed. They are going to make things happen, or Tony might just die on the spot.

"You're kidding, right? You can take the top spot. In fact, take any spot, just make sure you leave enough room for me on it."

He shoves his hand down Bruce's pants, and this time his fingers are a lot more intent at what they're seeking. He's still holding back--they can do a lot better than a handjob--but he teases the vein running along Bruce's length and strokes him hot right through the cloth of his underwear, making sure to brush over the head.

"But if you want me to show you mine, I can do that. Is that a polite request to get me on my knees?"

Bruce smiles at Tony's reaction, feeling oddly proud that he had managed to get such a strong response from him. The sensation is heady, just on the edge of overwhelming, and it makes him just a little but more daring. He withdraws with a soft pop but continues to hold Tony's wrist in his grip as he brings the hand back down to his side.

"I've been known as a generous man," he murmurs back, voice low. "So I'm sure that we can--" Bruce cuts himself short when Tony has his hand in his pants again, eyes falling shut as he moans at the tease. "--we can work something out."

His hands are starting to scrabble mindlessly again, but they manage to settle on gripping Tony tightly by his hips as Bruce forces his eyes back open and looks at him with another smile.

"I'd rather not wear out your knees if we can manage that. Let's actually get to bed."

It's amazing how Bruce can make something sound better, even when Tony already likes it. He's no shy young virgin inviting a first lover over, and being called to bed isn't new for him. But when Bruce says it like that, Tony feels his heart start to race and he's sure that his expression is giving him away. Despite what Bruce said about sparing him, he would take him right there in front of the door. He even considers pushing his luck, but that smile disarms any plan he had for arguing the point.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

How can he not say yes when he actually has Bruce smiling and willing to be close to him? He pulls Bruce forward with his hands on his hips and leads him over to the edge of the bed. It's almost romantic. A little slow and old fashioned in Tony's mind, but he promised not to rush him. And, if he's really honest with himself, Tony likes watching Bruce react to being coaxed like this.

"How do you want to take care of this?" he asks, grinning playfully as he lets his fingers brush between Bruce's legs again. He's becoming familiar with him now. He knows what spots are more sensitive along his length and where he can place his thumb to tease him the most.

Bruce does see the expression on Tony's face, but he isn't that all willing to comment on it right now. No, he'll... think about that later. He just wants to live in the now because the now is good and fantastic and thinking too much won't help him in this situation.

He allows Tony to lead him to the bed, settling down and scooting to a good position so that Tony can come to bed with him as well. Another brief smile crosses his face before it falters to a low hiss of pleasure as Tony teases him with his fingers between his legs.

"Anything," he replies, opening his eyes again. "Anything you want. Just--" Bruce pauses for a moment, hesitating, but decides to hell with it and says it out; its not like Tony wouldn't figure it out anyway. "Just tell me. I want to hear you talk."

The more Bruce gets into it, the more Tony is fighting the urge to break his one restriction. It's hard not to want to push Bruce back and pin him down. To just kiss him and caress him until he's writhing helplessly in the heat of lust. Patience is not Tony's strong point.

But he holds back. Instead, he cups his hand over Bruce's cock and smirks, giving him a look of absolute mischief.

"Anything? That's a dangerous word, Banner. You sure you want to trust me that much?" He's joking of course. Tony leans in, nipping the edge of Bruce's jaw before he whispers huskily against his ear. "I want to see you when you come apart."

It's a little more than daring, considering he knows how Bruce tends to tense up at any suggestion of conflict, but he hopes that Bruce trusts him enough to allow this. A little dirty talk never hurt anyone. And he wants to hear it. Tony can't pass that chance up.

"I want you to strip down for me so I can see you naked, and then I'm gonna get my mouth over every bit of you."

Bruce bites down on his bottom lip, attempting not to voice out just exactly how much he like Tony being in his element here. If he has to be honest that is what he's pushing for - he wants Tony to overwhelm him, wants every part of himself to know of nothing but Tony Stark because he's greedy. He wants Tony to make him forget about anything else except Tony himself.

He's trying to keep his breathing under control as Tony leans in, but his breath only comes out in another whine at the promises that Tony's whispering in his ear, dirty little things that Bruce wants so badly. And he trusts Tony, trusts that he will do whatever he says because he knows that its going to be good.

"Yes," he replies breathlessly, his body shivering from the words, hands scrabbling to hold onto Tony once more as Bruce twists his head around and tries to kiss him. "Yes, please, anything. Anything, god." He'll take anything, anything at all, as long as Tony doesn't stop.

Tony laughs, finally pushing Bruce back against the mattress and kissing him with rough, eager lips. His hands grope the buttons of the rumpled shirt, getting it open as quickly as he can so he can fondle bare skin. He swallows up those pleas, teeth grazing swollen lips as he runs his nails down Bruce's sides again. Tony remembers how his friend's breath caught before. That was good. Very good.

"Not god, but close," he murmurs. His fingers skim the edges of Bruce's hip bone, tracing it with light touches that promise much more. "We need to get rid of these clothes first, though. Kind of in the way of progress, big guy."

He says that, but he doesn't make it easy. Tony moves down to bite the soft line of Bruce's throat, turning it into a deep, messy kiss. He slides his hands up the front of his stomach, nails skirting over muscle and one thumb rubbing Bruce's nipple instead of helping him think of getting undressed. If Bruce wants to forget everything else, he'll certainly get his wish. Tony might tease him into senseless lust, and that's not even the start of what he intends to do with him.

Bruce kisses back eagerly, groaning quietly when his shirt is unbuttoned and he feels the rush of cool air followed by the heat of Tony's hands against his bare skin. He gasps again when Tony pulls out the nails once more, another shiver running through his body.

Tony isn't really making it easy for Bruce to focus properly - he talks about clothes but then distracts him in the next second and Bruce completely forgets about trying to remove them as he buries his hands in Tony's hair again and kisses him back again. He moans into Tony's mouth as he continues to be teased, wriggling and arching underneath him in a desperate need to find relief as his pants start to grow far too tight.

If this is just the start, Bruce doesn't even want to think what else Tony is going to do to him - he just wants whatever it is Tony will give, and he just knows that it'll be good. It'll be very good.

It'll all be very good. Tony can feel the way Bruce arches under him, responding eagerly to his touch. Oh, it'll be good. When he's like this, it makes it all so much easier to give. He kisses those lips passionately. Something deep and sensual instead of with so much force, and then Tony pulls away. He sits up on his knees on the bed next to Bruce, smirking down at him as he unbuttons his own shirt.

"Pants are looking a little tight," he remarks. He says it casually enough, as if his own erection isn't pressed tightly against his slacks. "I think we'd better do something about that."

There's a pause that is practically tangible, and Tony follows it by wetting his lips.

"Unless you want me to suck you off again. We could leave them on. I bet you look good with your pants at your knees. We should do it again like that."

But later. That will come later, after Bruce is ready and doesn't have to be convinced that every sexual encounter will end in green rage. Right now, Tony is doing his best to blow out his senses (safely, of course) and prove that he can handle more than he thinks he can. It's a gamble, sure, but it's been working so far.

When Tony pulls away Bruce can't stop the whine that escapes from him, and he looks over to Tony to see just what was he doing when he feels his mouth go dry at the sight before him. It's... a nice look, really, and Bruce can't deny that. Tony has always looked good in his eyes, and with him currently looking somewhat flushed with his lips swollen and his cock clearly interested underneath his pants... its hard to resist.

Bruce swallows dryly as he pushes himself to sit up, biting down a moan as his cock shifts against the fly of his pants. He really needed to get them off unless he wanted to do something embarassing in the next couple of minutes.

"I thought you wanted me to get naked," is his answer as Bruce tugs off his unbuttoned shirt and does a half-baked attempt of folding it before putting it away. "Isn't keeping my pants on kind of counterproductive to that?"

But really, Bruce doesn't mind it. This is the first time in a long time he's allowing himself this, and as long as its good (and it will be good, because this is Tony), he's not going to complain.

"That depends," Tony answers. He doesn't miss a beat. "Do you want my mouth on you, or would you prefer just giving me your whole body?"

If Bruce doesn't have an answer for that, Tony is going to give him one anyway. He sits right in front of him and undoes the fly of Bruce's pants with devastating efficiency. And hopefully Bruce won't think too hard about how Tony learned to do it while rubbing the length of his cock at the same time. Multitasking is a skill. Leave it at that.

"I hate to say this, but if you want it, you're going to have to help me get these off you," Tony tells him. "Once you get them off, then I can work on the rest of you."

He's already got his hand around him before he finishes talking, and if Bruce had been considering rubbing himself off on the bed, Tony is getting him that much closer to losing himself to that state by giving him another handjob. It's too slow, really. Not enough to get him off this time, but enough to make him want it. He knows Bruce will do anything--he said he would--but Tony likes to provide the encouragement for it. The way he had seen the man who usually never shows his true feelings buck so anxiously into his hand has made it into the list of "must haves" Tony has mentally categorized for his personal reference. He doesn't mind getting Bruce there again.

"God, you look good." He breathes the words out; kisses the side of Bruce's neck fondly as he strokes him. "Take them off. They're just in the way."

Even for Bruce that is a bit too direct, and he flushes, heat rising to his cheeks once more as he ducks his head. "I--"

He doesn't get past the first word; whatever response he had dies on his lips as Tony unzips his fly, wraps his hand around him once more and Bruce feels his brain short-ciruiting yet again. It's not a new feeling, of course, but the heat of it makes Bruce pause and moan, fingers digging into the mattress as he jerks just a little into Tony's hand from that one touch. He's already so hard now its ridiculous, considering the fact that he already got off earlier, and the way that Tony is teasing him isn't making things any better.

Bruce lets out a soft groan as he thrusts his hips slightly, seeking more friction, needing it but not getting it because if anything Tony Stark seems to be the world's best cockteaser. But that's what Bruce likes and wants anyway. To be teased until he can't think, driven out of his mind until he's an incoherent, babbling mess. After having to control himself for so long he wants to lose that, and losing that to pleasure is the best thing he can think of.

"You're going to have to stop distracting me first," he manages to respond, although one of his hands is already resting on the hem of his own pants. "I can't do anything when you're doing that."

Too forward is just enough for Tony. He needs to be too forward to distract his friend who tends to get bogged down in hesitation. If he distracts him, he can get him moving before he has time to worry about the what ifs and what nows. That's the plan. Tony is going to keep catching Bruce off guard until he really does go out of his mind with lust and need and pleasure, overwhelmed with it all to the point of breaking.

And Tony will be there to catch him. That's also the plan. He drags his palm up the thick erection, enjoying the way Bruce's hips hitch with want. This is the Bruce that everyone misses. They see the potential Hulk, or maybe the shy, nervous man ducking down and trying to make himself invisible. Tony sees Bruce as someone else. Someone like himself, full of desire and enthusiasm to reach for the stars--if only the universe wouldn't get in the way. He sees someone brilliant who deserves far more than he's getting. And he's fixing that right now.

"Doing what? I'm not doing anything new, Bruce."

His breathing is a little heavy when he says that, and maybe Tony himself could use a little more contact, but that's fine. Let Bruce hear what he does to him. Let him enjoy the hot words against his ear as Tony purrs into it. He doesn't let go of his cock, although he does slow his movements another notch.

"Take off your pants. Come on. All you have to do is lift your hips a little more and push them down. You can do that, right?"

"Ah--" Bruce feels himself getting breathless as Tony slows down even more, and his eyes fall shut of their own violation as Bruce lets out another one of his needy whines. It was already bad enough earlier, but this was even worse.

He sucks in a breath, trying to calm himself down even though a good chunk of his mind his gibbering along the lines of more more more and its temping as hell to give into that. But he's going to have to take off his pants if they want to continue and its pretty clear that Tony's trying to distract him from that. Although he is a very good distraction.

"You're terrible," he accuses lightly, shifting just enough to to place a chaste kiss on Tony's lips, attempting to use that as a distraction to try and get his hand off him. He moves one of his hands down to grab his wrist, trying to pry the other's hand off his cock for just a moment. Until he can get his pants off properly.

"Horrible," Tony agrees. "I'm the worst man ever. I don't know how you put up with me." He slides his hand down Bruce's length as he said that, palm and fingers running from tip to base with a slow friction that he knows will heat his partner's blood even more. Then he lets Bruce pull his hand away, which, admittedly, is just a bit cruel to do to him, but Tony will make up for it.

A little teasing is good. It'll draw out the Bruce that has been kept hidden for far too long. He helps him at least. Tony moves his hands to Bruce's pants and tugs them down, kissing Bruce's neck as he does that as a reward for his patience. It's sweet and just a bit sensual. But the dirty kisses he's been teasing him with, but warm and inviting the way partners should kiss.

"Has anyone ever told you how good you look naked? I mean, it's not like people don't see you. So many missed compliments."

Tony helps slide Bruce's pants down to his ankles, kissing his chest and stomach as he moves to get the right angle. When he has him naked, he sits up again, clearly admiring the view.

"Glad you're enjoying it. I want to try something... Think you can handle going further?"

Okay, that? That was prorably a bad move on Bruce's part. He should have known that Tony would do something like that and he can't help but let out a moan at the tease. It almost makes him want to keep Tony's hand on him. Almost.

But he really needs to get these pants off.

He lets go of Tony's hand and lets him pull his pants down, raising his head as he does so so that Tony can kiss down the whole stretch of skin there. It is inviting, the way Tony is peppering kisses there, and Bruce invites him for more because he can never have enough, really.

"I tend to wake up in the middle of nowhere, so not that many people have seen me," he replies in a quietly amused voice as he shifts, letting Tony tug his pants down entirely. "And if they do compliment me, chances are that I usually don't understand the language, at least at first."

He shivers the moment he's wholly naked, feeling the cool air rush over his skin and causing goosepimples to rise. Even with the momentary chill though, Bruce feels another wave of heat running up his face as Tony compliments him, and he can't help but duck his head once more as he answers the question. "I think so. I'll tell you if something starts to go wrong. I'd rather not hurt you if I can manage that."

"You won't hurt me. How many times do I have to say that?" There's a smile on Tony's lips when he asks. A fond one, because this is Bruce and he knows he'll keep worrying, but Tony is sure it'll work out. With Bruce naked in front of him, he explores his body slowly. Tony slides his fingertips over the tops of his shoulders and down his sides, keeping his eyes on Bruce's for any sign of discomfort.

He brushes over his hips and slides both hands up the front of his partner's body, lifting Bruce's arms gently to get them over his head. He kisses him, teasing his lips apart only to pull away without slipping his tongue into it. A little tease, just to remind Bruce of how much he enjoyed it minutes earlier.

"You look great."

Tony slides down, sitting between Bruce's legs and rubbing the inside of his thighs in a sensual massage. He quirks a smile that's intentionally smug and slips a hand under one leg, urging Bruce to lift it so he can kiss and suck on the area he was rubbing. He gives him all the attention he could want, just missing the area he knows Bruce really wants him to touch.

"I still want to be careful." Because this is Tony and Bruce doesn't think he can ever forgive himself if Tony gets hurt because of him. Tony is somebody very important to him, after all. Even if they didn't do this, Tony was still someone Bruce could and would give his own life to protect. And he knows better than anybody just how hard it is to die when the other guy keeps preventing that.

Bruce shivers as Tony runs his hands over him, little gasps and moans coming out from the back of his throat whenever he brushes across the sensitive spots on his body. He squirms a few times when Tony comes across a few of his ticklish spots, but he manages to settle back quickly and let Tony continue his exploration. He groans softly when Tony leans in for a kiss, trying to return it but failing when he pulls back and Bruce can't help but let out a disappointed whine at that.

His gaze follows Tony down as he shifts, and he watches Tony as he settles between his legs and starts running his hands against his inner thighs. Bruce feels his eyes slidling half-shut as he hums his approval, wordlessly raising the leg Tony is urging upwards. He groans again when Tony starts to lavish attention on it, breath hitching slightly while his grips the bedsheets to try and hold himself steady.

"You know," he starts after a moment, voice breathless but audible all the same. "You're still wearing clothes. Its really kind of unfair."

"We'll be careful." Tony can't help but be charmed by the way Bruce looks out for him. It's sweet, because he knows that Bruce cares and rarely gets to show how much he cares for everyone. It makes him feel special. Wanted. And everyone loves that feeling.

He runs his tongue over Bruce's thigh, tilting his head to look at him when he gives him that breathless challenge. Yes, he knows he's cheating. Tony chuckles and turns to kiss the flushed erection he's been teasingly close to. It's a soft brush of his lips and a warm breath. Nothing much, but enough to keep him there.

"You really want to talk about fair now?" he asks. He can't help it. Bruce keeps making beautiful, eager expressions and Tony is greedy. He likes to be the center of attention. "You weren't worried about clothes when you were fucking my hand on the couch in there."

He gently eases Bruce's leg back down and scoot back until he can slide off of the bed, unbuttons his shirt as he goes. It doesn't take long, and tony tosses his clothes aside carelessly as he removes them, crossing to the side of the bed to rifle in the nightstand, shedding layers as he goes. When he gets back to Bruce he's naked. The light of the reactor shines clearly from his chest and highlights the smirk on his lips.

"I dunno, you look good just like that. Maybe we should get a picture taken."

Bruce lets out a breathy little sound when Tony presses his lips to his cock - its brief, but Bruce reacts all the same - hips twitching and his thighs trembling as he tries not to move too much. It's a herculean effort, really, and Bruce thinks he should deserve a medal for it.

"That wasn't even a proper handjob," he retorted back, which again was quite an effort when most of his blood was southwards rather than northwards. "It was a surprise handjob. I wasn't prepared for it." Even while he says that though Bruce shifts, moving enough so that he can bring down his leg and let Tony slide off the bed.

From there all Bruce can do is to watch Tony as he sheds his clothes, doing nothing else but stare because his brain stopped around the thought of Tony being naked and his mouth is dry again by the time Tony is back with whatever he got from the nightstand. Bruce wasn't exactly paying much attention when he had something better to look at.

He blinks when Tony smirks at him, shifting around conciously at the remark. He feels his face flushing again, embarrassed, and Bruce ducks his head once more because he can't help it when its such an instinctive reaction by now.

"I'm not big on the exhibitionism kink, just so you know," he mutters, just loud enough for Tony to hear. "Sorry to disappoint you."

Edited 2013-03-28 17:53 (UTC)

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