hotredhero | Smut things for amygdalae

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."

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"Bet I could get it to turn you on," he says. And there's a distinct purr in his voice, because he wants to get Bruce to flush again. That little dip of the head that is usually just a way to avoid things--yes, Tony knows all about avoidance--is suddenly extremely attractive in bed. He knows Bruce will never be forward, and that is just fine. He can still hint around at it and show him that not all excitement is necessarily a bad thing. A little rush can be sexy and still not ruin his control.

"That's okay. I'd rather keep you to myself. But would you like warning next time?" He leans on the edge of the bed and runs his hand up Bruce's leg, massaging the muscle again. "I'm going to fuck you. That all right?"

Whether he gets an answer or not, Tony wraps his hand around Bruce's cock and starts stroking again. It's a slow, but deliberate movement that hits his sensitive vein and drags along his length with intimate friction. His free hand slides up Bruce's thigh and rests there, palm to skin, urging his legs apart. There's no question that Tony is admiring the view, coaxing Bruce into a pose on the bed that he probably wouldn't be caught dead in any other time. His reward is Tony's mouth on his stomach, kissing him as he continues to touch those sensitive areas and draw out noises with his hands and lips. It's just a warm up; a distraction so he can remove his hands without too much notice. When he brings them back a few moments later they are slick and wet, and he adds lightly teasing Bruce's ass to his handjob treatment.

With Tony saying stuff like this, its really not hard for Bruce to flush again - and he does, his face heating up as he worries on his bottom lip out of a force of habit.

"Um--" he starts to speak, but stops when there's a hand running up his leg and Tony is talking about fucking him. His brain totally jumps on board with that idea, thoughts coming to an instant halt as he finds himself getting embarrassed all over again with Tony's straightforwardness. "That--"

Whatever he intends to say next is lost to a groan as Tony starts to stroke his cock again. Bruce shuts his eyes and wills himself not to thrust his hips into Tony's hand again like what he did earlier, but its hard when it feels this good and Bruce can't hide the noises that Tony's drawing out from him, easily letting Tony arrange him to the position that he wants. He gasps and moans as Tony works him up, his whole body shivering from the pleasure that Tony is giving him and he thinks he feels his stomach flutter when Tony starts pressing kisses there.

Its hard to focus on anything else when Tony is being this distracting, and Bruce totally doesn't notice when it is that Tony's trying to do up until he feels something against his ass. He forces his eyes back open, trying to focus on Tony while he frowns in mild confusion at the feeling. Alright, so in theory he sort of knows what's going on - he is a doctor after all - but he's never really had it put into practice before. It's not bad or anything, just... new.

Tony is a force unto himself. He knows this, despite what people may believe about him being oblivious to others around him. The thing is, sometimes people need that force. It gets them motivated in ways they wouldn't be on their own.

And when he's forward, he gets things like Bruce worrying his lip and stammering as he squirms under his touch. Which is just about the sexiest thing he could have at the moment. So he decides that continuing to push Bruce's boundaries is not in fact "a bad idea", as he was told earlier. In fact, he decides it's a very good idea, and Tony tries to work Bruce up as much as he can with his hand stroking his friend's erection.

He takes his time when it comes to stroking his ass. He expected it to go over... well, a little less than great, actually, but he did say he was going to make Bruce feel good. Tony keeps it modest, running his fingers over the edge of his entrance without pressing in. Just a new brush of contact over skin that Bruce isn't used to feeling contact. Tony doesn't look away, and he doesn't look embarrassed or unsure about what he's doing either. His hands keep teasing hot flesh, working Bruce up so that he can drown out his thoughts with hormones. He's under the firm belief that Bruce could use that once in awhile, and he's prepared to deliver. Tony nips the edge of Bruce's hip, his eyes still locked on the other man's.

"Too much?" he asks, because if it's uncomfortable he's willing to stop. But if Bruce lets him, he'll continue to trace a finger around the opening in a slow circle, rubbing against him while he fingers his cock, because more positive stimulation is good for him. He needs a little more positive in his life.

The whole 'fingers and hand on his ass' shtick is admittedly kind of a new thing for Bruce. Well, okay, not the hand part but most definitely the finger part, especially when its rubbing around the entrance like that. It's decidedly not unpleasant, doubly so when Tony's still stroking his cock, but it is something that he hasn't experienced before.

It's enough to bring him out from his haze of pleasure, at least, as he looks back at Tony and shakes his head. "No, its just... new, I guess." He shifts a little, getting himself more comfortable before he continues. "Nobody's ever done that before."

He knows that Tony can quickly catch on to the other half of Bruce's response - he's never gone this far with a guy before, and Betty had been the only person he had managed to be this physcially close with. Tony is the first person for him in more ways than one.

It's new. Of course it is, and Tony is fully aware that he's pushing some physical limits. He tilts his head, giving Bruce a look that's more gentle than teasing for a moment as he watches the alert tension return to his face.

"Sure. It's an idea. I can always stick to the light stuff if you want."

He's not actually going further than that as it is. The pace doesn't increase, and Tony doesn't apply any pressure. He just keeps the steady rhythm of his hands, letting the pattern sink in and imprint on his partner's nerves. Tony's already crossing a lot of lines, and he's not going to turn the whole situation upside down just to push them too far. There's a fine, calculated line between "new and exciting" and "new and horrible", and he knows where to keep it. Tony kisses Bruce's stomach again, going back to the familiar and pleasant. They don't have to cross any barriers here. He's content. Just the casual pattern of his hands and mouth marking the same areas of skin should put Bruce at a little more ease with this.

Bruce smiles in response to Tony's words - he does appreciate it, really. He's just trying to get used to the idea for now. Maybe they can try later, once he's more ready for it. For now this is good enough.

He relaxes when Tony keeps it simple and familiar, and Bruce lets out a low hum of contentment as Tony kisses his stomach again and lets his hand trace repetitive patterns on his skin. The urgency of his arousal fades away for the moment, replaced with quiet pleasure.

"I want to kiss you again," he murmurs after a few minutes, one hand moving to bury his hands in Tony's hair and tug at it lightly to get his attention. He glances down at Tony, smiling again. "Can I? I like kissing you."

God, he sounds like a kid but its the truth - Tony's and excellent kisser, and its been far too long since their last kiss for him. He wants to have Tony's mouth on his again.

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."

Tony isn't holding back when he kisses him and Bruce likes that. His eyes slide shut as he loses himself into the kiss and returns it with equal need, moaning softly into Tony's mouth as his hands move to roam across the plane of Tony's back, relishing the feel of Tony's skin under his hands.

He keeps his hands on Tony's shoulders when he pulls back, opening his eyes again and letting a contented smile cross his face. That was... nice. Really nice. He wouldn't mind it if they did that a million more times really. If only everything could be solved with a kiss as great as that.

"You're a great kisser," Bruce returns, still smiling as he arches slightly, trying to see if they could rub their cocks together. "You should keep it up, its great. Eleven out of ten, really."

"Right, I'm a fantastic kisser. And you... you're getting pretty brave there, Doctor." Tony chuckles and rolls his hips forward, rubbing their bodies together so Bruce can have the friction he wants. It's easy for Tony to tell what he's aiming for, and he's more than happy to let him have it. Especially when he knows how good it is to give him that.

"Does that feel good?" He asks huskily. Their cocks rubbing together needs just a bit more push, so Tony puts his hand around them both and helps keep them together, thrusting up into his own hand.

"Come on, Bruce," he murmurs against his lips again. "I want to see you come again. Never realized you liked my hands that much before." He's teasing him, but gently. And there's a soft breathlessness in Tony's voice as well. This feels good. He kisses Bruce again, purposely thrusting when he does and moaning into the kiss to get him hard again.

Bruce lets out a quiet laugh of his own at Tony's chuckle, although that quickly becomes a moan when Tony moves to rub their cocks together and yeah, that feels great. Better than great, really, it was fantastic.

"Yeah," he breathes out, moaning against Tony's lips when he wraps his hand around them once more. "Yeah, its good. I like your hands."

He kisses back hungrily when Tony dips in, showing him exactly just how much he likes it, likes Tony rubbiing against him like that and how much he likes having Tony's hands on him. He quirms a little as he starts to feel his arousal coming back, groaning when they break their kiss and Bruce is the one who nips at Tony's bottom lip now.

"You said you were gonna fuck me earlier," Bruce mutters with half-lidded eyes that are half glazed with pleasure. "You can if you want to. I think I want you to." Sure he might not have done it before, but Bruce trusts Tony. He knows that Tony will take care of him.

Bruce looks perfect like that, with his eyes glazed and his body splayed out for the taking. He probably doesn't realize how good he looks, which makes him all the more attractive, really, and Tony keeps rubbing them together in answer to his moans.

"You're going to let me fuck you?" Tony keeps their lips close so Bruce can feel them brush as he speaks. "Do you want to feel me inside you? I can always fuck you until you can't think of anything else."

He kisses him again deeply, jerking them both with his hand with a few firm pumps before he leans back again and grabs the abandoned lubricant.

"Well? Don't say it if you don't want it, big guy. We can wait if you wanna."

Bruce shivers at the words as he feels a ripple of lust running through his body. The things that Tony's saying sound really, really good, and Bruce wants it more than anything else right now. He wants Tony to take care of him and show him how good it can really get. He trusts him, always.

Moaning into the kiss Bruce tries to show his answer by kissing Tony back as good as he can, pouring his need into the kiss. It's hard to stamp down the whine that comes out from him when Tony withdraws, but Bruce does his best, letting it comes out as a quiet hiss.

"I want you to," he replies, more confident this time roung. He reaches for Tony's free hand and squeezes it, smiling. "I trust you."

"Damn it, Banner." Tony smiles softly, cursing with a soft murmur at the way Bruce holds his hand and smiles. "You're going to give me cavities, you know that?"

He kisses Bruce again, deeply but gently. It's not a rough demand but a warm gesture. Something that he hopes will be worthy of the trust he's being given. He leans back, wetting his fingers again with the lube and teasing at the edge of Bruce's ass again. This time he presses in slightly.

"You're sure? I told you, we don't have to rush."

"I should put a label on myself next time," Bruce jokes back with a small, breathless laugh. "Warning: may induce cavities."

The kiss is warm and inviting this time around, and Bruce hums contentedly at the back of his throat as he kisses back, telling Tony that yes, he really is worthy. Tony is the one who never gave up on him after all when Bruce himself didn't know what to do. He deserves this much, at least.

He wriggles a little when Tony's hand is on his ass again, and Bruce sucks in a breath to make himself relax when Tony starts to press a finger in. It slips in easily enough, and Bruce hums again.

"S'fine. I'm fine." He looks at Tony and smiles again, reassuring. "Just go slow. It's my first time."

He goes slow. He doesn't want to hurt Bruce, and slow seems like a good pace anyway. It gives him time to ease Bruce into excitement and hold him there, rather than rushing past all of the better sensations.

A little pause, and Tony slips the finger in deeper, curling it slightly once he's inside. He makes sure to keep himself slick. The start is always somewhat uncomfortable, but he's not going to rush and cause Bruce pain. If anything, the curl of his finger should give him some extra pleasure. A new sensation that he can melt into and learn about.

"You're just too sweet," Tony tells him. He kisses him again on the side of his erection, sliding his finger deep and then sliding it out again. He takes his time, giving him a few steady thrusts like that so Bruce can get used to the feeling. "Think you're going to make it?"

Bruce sucks in another breath when he feels Tony's finger sliding in deeper, and just as he relaxes he feels the finger curl and--oh.

He feels his breath catching in his throat as a wave of pleasure ripples through his body and Bruce tenses for a moment before he simply melts, a wordless cry of pleasure coming out from him. That was--good. More than good, really, that was great. He needed more of that, and soon.

Whatever response he wanted to say to Tony instead come out as a gasp of Tony's name as Bruce arches up. He feels his body responding easily to Tony's fingers, opening up almost too quickly. A moan comes out from him as he squirms around Tony's finger, trying to see if he can get more and have more if possible.

Tony can feel the moment Bruce lets go. He smiles, letting Bruce arch and cry out, losing himself momentarily in the moment. And he looks beautiful when he does that. Really, there's no other word for it. Bruce's eyes clouded with lust and his body eagerly lifting up into his hand makes him moans softly in response. It's just too good to ignore.

He adds a second finger, taking him slowly as promised. Tony lets his lips slide over the head of Bruce's cock, and he lets his mouth take him in as he thrusts his fingers deep and rubs him with those strokes. He knows what he's looking for, and each thrust is precise as he seeks out that sensitive spot within him.

Tony bobs his head with a few careful motions. He doesn't want to get Bruce to come too soon, but he wants to soothe the discomfort by distracting him. His mouth teases the length of Bruce's cock while he stretches him, adding a third finger as he starts to move his hand with more purpose. It will make it harder for him to relax at first, but it'll be worth it.

Another moan comes out from Bruce as he feels Tony's lips rubbing over the head of his cock, followed by another one when Tony actually takes him into his mouth and starts sucking him off. He whines loudly when fingers rub against his prostrate and Bruce can feel himself slowly dissolving in pleasure and its so much better than he could have possibly let himself imagined this to be.

There's a brief flash of discomfort when Tony moves to slide three fingers into him, but that's quickly gone when a tongue runs down his erection and Bruce sobs at the pleasure at the Tony is giving him. His hips move shallowly, thrusting with tight control as Bruce tries not lose himself to the intensity of everything that he's feeling now.

Too good, far too good. If it wasn't for the handjob earlier, Bruce thinks that he might have just come from this alone.

He can tell Bruce is slipping out of control, and it's a beautiful feeling. Each shudder and gasp makes Tony's breath hitch, and he almost gets lost in sucking Bruce off. His lips roam the edge of his cock, swallow him up, then pull back to brush along the side of his shaft. Tony would be happy to get Bruce off like that, but making it linger is even more satisfying.

Tony keeps brushing up against Bruce's prostate with his fingers, massaging him thoroughly before he slides them out again to tease just at the entrance. He lifts his head, lips brushing softly at the head of Bruce's cock with light contact until he can see Bruce riding the edge of his orgasm.

"Think you can hang on a little more? If I could, I'd keep you just like this."

With each passing moment Bruce can feel himself crumbling down, and its impossible to keep down the constant stream of gasps and cries and moans that are coming out from him as Tony brings him towards the peak of his pleasure. But that's not all, of course - Bruce whines desperately when Tony pulls back, going back to simple teasing once again, and he squirms for a moment, lost in the desperate need for more.

Bruce forces himself to calm down when Tony asks him that question, taking in deep breaths to regain himself even though every part of him is trembling with the need to come. He closes his eyes for a minute and then opens them again when his head is cleared and not frazzled with lust.

"I--" he starts, pausing after that to lick his dry lips once and swallow his equally dry throat. "I--yes. Yes, anything. Please, Tony." He's never been above begging, especially when sex was involved. Not when it's this good. "Please, anything. Anything at all."

Tony wants this to be special. He's happy to give Bruce the contact he craves, but he wants to make sure it lasts. Riding out the high of arousal as long as they can will make sure that Bruce gets the complete satisfaction he deserves. It's not just about getting to the peak for Tony. It's about holding him there.

And with Bruce begging for more, Tony knows he can do it. He's going to give Bruce the best time of his life, and not just because it's better than the bad times. He wants this to be amazing. When he circles Bruce's entrance with his fingers, he makes sure that it's slow so he doesn't accidentally push him over the edge. He keeps him eager; focused on that touch while he prepares himself with his free hand.

"Keep holding back. You can do it," he murmurs gently. "A little longer, Bruce. Just a little longer for me." It doesn't take much pumping for Tony to get fully erect. He slicks himself and nudges the tip against Bruce's ass, easing forward slowly so he can get used to it without coming right there.

The slow pace that Tony's giving to him claws at his control, the slow drag of fingers leave a trail of heat in their wake, burning against his skin that heats his entire body up. Bruce makes a series of muffled, cut off sounds as his hips jerk minutely, trying to control himself as much as possible for Tony's sake. He asked, after all, and Bruce has no reason to not follow.

"Tony," he breathes his name out, inhales it back in and moans softly as he watches Tony getting himself ready through half-lidded eyes. He shifts, getting himself comfortable as Tony leans in and starts to slowly push himself in, and the sensation is not unlike a slow burn. Bruce closes his eyes and forces himself to breathe deep again, relaxing as much as he could while Tony enters inside of him. His curls his fingers into the bedsheets, fisting them to hold himself steady through this.

Bruce breathes in and then out with Tony's name on his lips once more, saying it like a mantra as he waits for Tony to settle himself properly inside him.

"You're okay, Bruce. You're okay." Tony eases himself in, keeping his hands on Bruce's hips as he slides inside. He watches Bruce's hands fisted in the sheets and his eyes as they close against the sensation of Tony pushing into him. The heat and tensing of Bruce's body around him almost makes him lose control himself. He moans softly, waiting once he manages to settle inside of Bruce.

"See? You're just fine. Told you."

His voice is tight, but that's okay. They're fine. Tony just has to take a minute and remember to breathe. He offers a faint grin, just in case Bruce is getting worried about what they are doing, and hums a note of pleasure. He wants to cut off the "what next?" concern before Bruce can really think about it.

When he starts moving, it's still slow. A gentle withdrawal followed by a gradual roll forward, pressing back into him. He takes his time with it, not rushing or forcing the motion. He lets Bruce sink onto him bit by bit, massaging his skin with his fingers as he goes.

Bruce opens his eyes at the sound of Tony's voice and sees his reassuring grin, finding himself comforted by it. He smiles back in return and runs a hand up one of Tony's arms, resting his palm on the curve of his shoulder and rubs at the skin there for a moment.

The sensation of being filled is... not quite what he expected, to say the least. It's not bad, but at the same time its... different, if that was the best way to put it. He decides he'll think about it later, since its not like he's in the correct state of mind to debate on these things anyway - especially when Tony starts to move.

The burn from before still sticks around, slow but steady as Tony makes sure to move gently. Bruce lets out a soft groan whenever Tony happens to brush by his prostate - its only for a few fleeting moments at best, but the pleasure is still there with every brush and Bruce moans whenever he feels it running through his body. He shudders with pleasure at the sensation of Tony's hands on him properly, rubbing at his skin, and the hand on Tony's shoulder scrabbbles to keep a hold of Tony close by as he arches up and moans once more.

"We're not..." he stops for a bit in order to catch his breath, because being able to talk coherently is starting to get somewhat hard. "We're not going to do this all night, are we? My control isn't that good."

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