hotredhero | Smut things for amygdalae

"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."

Bruce grinning up at him makes his heart skip a little. He looks so pleased, and the way he holds Tony's shoulder is affectionate in a way Tony is sure that no one else gets out of him, no matter how nice Bruce is.

It feels good to be trusted.

He knows that the feeling of being taken like that is straining on his lover. It's his first time, and Bruce is already crossing his personal boundaries just by touching Tony. Sex has to be overwhelming. Yet here they are. Bruce shudders under him and Tony hums along with his moans, angling his thrusts so that he's rubbing even more against Bruce's prostate. His hand goes to the erection still between them, and Tony laughs a little as he strokes him.

"You can let go. I want to see your face when you come."

Who needs coherency? Tony is enjoying the way Bruce is losing his. It's beautiful. From the breathless murmur to the flush of his face as he arches up against him.

The pleasure starts to build quickly now that Tony is hitting his prostate properly, and Bruce lets out a gasp as his free hand claws at the bedsheets, trying to anchor himself even as the remmants of his control fracture and break. It only gets worse when Tony starts to stroke his erection once again, and Bruce moans lowly, shivering at Tony's words.

"You're--" he tries to respond, but his words are quickly replaced with another moan. Tony is relentless in giving him pleasure now, and there's so much to take in he can't even make heads of tails of what to feel. All he knows is pleasure and Tony who is giving him that pleasure. Tony, who feels far too good inside of him and the thought of that gets another moan out from Bruce.

It doesn't take long from there for Bruce to lose himself. Soon the only thing that's coming out from Bruce's mouth are a stream of wordless cries and half-formed moans because he can't even concentrate enough to properly let one out. His eyes fall shut of their own accord as he feels the beginnings of his orgasm starting to approach.

He whines at a particularly well-aimed thrust, arching upwards as the words leave him in a punctured gasp. "I can't--Tony," he begs mindlessly - babbles, really, because he can't think hard enough to know what he's saying. "I can't anymore. Please--" He pauses to let out a incoherent sound, and his thighs tremble. "--please, please don't stop. Tony, please."

Anymore of this and he's going to come. He's going to break apart and fall and shatter into a million pieces and it'll be so, so good.

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.

Bruce whines again as Tony brings him even closer to the edge of orgasm. He's right there, Bruce can feel it, and he jerks his hips, desperate to come. He's hanging on by a thread, slipping with each thrust that Tomy gives him and too good, it feels far too good.

"Tony," he moans out the name as he uses the hand on Tony's shoulder to pull him closer, close enough that he can properly feel the heat of Tony's body above his. Bruce wraps both of his arms around Tony's shoulders as the pleasure rises and surges forward, pressing against the edge--

And then Tony shifts just a little down and hits him in that spot and the reaction is like having his gut punched except in a very good way. His nerves light up all at once as an intense wave of pleasure crashes through him, and Bruce can do nothing else but let himself get swept up in that wave.

Bruce hits the peak and proceeds to fall over as orgasm crashes down on him. His face goes slack with pleasure and his voice dies out in his throat as he comes so much harder then he could ever remember himself coming. His entire body is shuddering with the intensity of it as pleasure ripples trough every cell inside of him, bouncing back and forth until he can't think of anything else at all, every coherent thought wiped out from his mind while he comes.

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Bruce whines and jerks his hips, and Tony thinks it'll end right there. He's calling his name and wrapping around him so eagerly that Tony can feel his own control breaking down, and his thrusts become more erratic as he continues to lose focus.

"Come, Bruce. Just-" He gasps when he feels Bruce's body tense and shudder around him, sending electric sparks up his nerves that wash out everything else except Bruce. His eyes close, but his body knows what to do. The hand on Bruce's cock pumps faster, stroking him with more desperation until he finally feels it jerk in his hand.

And then Bruce comes, and it's exactly what Tony wanted. He watches as Bruce's expression melts in complete bliss, surrendering to the pleasure. No more hesitation or tension left. As he releases, Tony can see the way Bruce finally loses that last bit of anxiety that he always carries with him. Then the shudder around him pushes him over the edge, and he sucks in a breath as his muscles tighten. As much as he enjoys watching Bruce come, he can't hold on himself, and Tony moans as he spills out after him.

Still hazy, he continues to gently stroke Bruce's cock until it goes slack. Then he loosens his hold and leans down to kiss him, moaning again at the feeling of moving while still being inside his lover. Small bursts of heat still rush through his body, and he's hoping the same is true for Bruce. More pleasure is always better.

After edging on for so long the high seems to drag on forever within Bruce, and he lets out a soft cry when he feels Tony coming inside of him. His body shivers at the burst of heat deep within him, and he feels his cock twitching weakly at that, too wrung out to react more even though its good.

A quiet whimper comes out from his mouth as Tony holds him through the aftershocks, stroking him until he's completely empty and the high of his orgasm finally starts to ease. He parts his lips when Tony kisses him, easily allowing Tony to invade his mouth as he kisses back in return, moaning softly as Tony continues to move inside of him.

It's gentle now, easy and calm and the world is warm and fuzzy around the edges and Bruce likes that because its been so long since he could sink into something like this. He tightens his arms around Tony to keep him there while they're still together, unwilling to let him leave for the moment. He wants him to be here, just for a bit. Until his mind starts to work again.

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.

Bruce shivers the moment Tony strokes his hair and his eyes flutter as a soft groan of appreciation comes from him. His entire body relaxes, content, and he purrs out his contentment against Tony's lips as Tony shifts, sliding out of him and nudging both of them around until they're warm and comfortable against each other.

He curls up beside Tony once they're settled, nuzzling his shoulder as he hums at the feel of Tony's hand running though his hair. Bruce wants to melt into a puddle if he could right there and then. He hums contentedly as he shifts closer, burying his head in the crook of Tony's neck.

"Five minutes," Bruce mumbles the words back in return, murmuring them on the curve of Tony's shoulder as Bruce twists his head around a little to get Tony's hand on that one spot on his head that makes him really melt.

Sure, Bruce is supposed to be the responsible one between them, but right now? He's fully sated and he's comfortable, and he doesn't want Tony to stop petting his head because its nice. He knows he'll regret it if they don't move but he honestly can't bring himself to care now. He just wants to remain curling up against Tony and stay there and let him stroke his hair.

He'll be responsible later. Maybe the next morning. Just not right now because he doesn't want to move at all when its warm and fuzzy and just nice in a way he hadn't been able to get for the longest time.

The sex is good. The sex is great, actually, because Bruce is so responsive and Tony honestly finds the way he begs so sexy. It's something he'll remember for later, possibly after they're done in the lab and Bruce is distracted from his worries by the brightly lit science Tony intends to shove his way.

But right now Bruce in his arms and pressing against him tightly puts the rest of the night to shame. The man is a cuddle bug. And while Tony would usually avoid that kind of intimacy, with Bruce, it's practically impossible not to love it.

He chuckles as Bruce protests the thought of moving and continues to stroke his hair in agreement, wrapping his other arm around him so he can rub his back.

"Five more minutes," he hums softly.

Yes, they can stay there. They can stay there as long as Bruce wants, really, because he's got his face buried in Tony's neck and he's curled up like a great big cat against his chest. And if he tries really hard, he thinks he can even get Bruce to purr. This is better than sex.

"How do you feel now?"

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