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Smut things for amygdalae

Success of the day: getting Bruce Banner onto the couch next to him. This is a success for Tony, because Bruce is a hard person to keep in close proximity. Even when there really are no stressful events to trigger any unexpected changes, Tony can't always get him to accept the close contact that is Tony Stark. So this is a victory.

Also Phase One of his operation for the evening.

He's only an inch or so to the side, close enough to just wrap his arm around him, but he doesn't. Not yet. Instead he puts his hand on Bruce's thigh, drumming his fingers lightly with a dry amusement at the whole situation.

"Comfortable? You look like your trying to impersonate my wall, Banner."

And maybe he's not really that stiff, but Tony has a goal he's moving toward with this.

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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?"

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."

Tony knows how rough it is on Bruce. Bruce, who hasn't been close to anyone for a long time, and probably not intimate with anyone for longer. He knows what that must mean to him. Denial is not a strong trait for Tony, but he's familiar with the effects. Right now, what Bruce really needs is to feel someone hold him and relax.

How long must it have been since he really got to relax?

The words mumbled into Tony's neck confirm the answer to that question, and he shifts slightly to readjust his embrace. They're settling in even though he said it would only be five minutes... and that's all right. As long as Bruce is happy, Tony can sleep like this. There will be time later to get up and get comfortable again. Comfort is something he wants Bruce to get used to. The man has been running for so long he's probably forgotten a lot of what this is like. It's time for that to change.

"What do you want to eat?" he asks, speaking low and letting Bruce drift off if he wants to. "We'll have that tomorrow. I'll call in, and we'll get breakfast in bed, and you can sleep right here all day. How's that sound?"

It's been so long, far too long, and Bruce honestly forgot just how good this feels. The little things like these he had once taken for granted now mean so much to him, and Bruce wants to keep all of this forever. He doesn't want this night to pass because it will be different once the morning comes and he hs to think so much about this - about what this all means to him.

Bruce shifts himself after Tony does, settling himself more comfortably at Tony's side as he lets out a soft, contented purr. Being this close to Tony he thinks he can feel the pulse beating on his neck, the faint hum of the arc reactor on his chest. He doesn't think as he wriggles his other hand up and rests his palm lightly over the device, feeling a faint wave of heat from the surface.

"Pancakes," he decides after a moment, because he loves pancakes but had never eaten them for so long already and he misses them all of a sudden. "Pancakes are nice." He closes his eyes after that and breathes in deep, curling his fingers over the arc reactor in a loose fist. "And I thought that we had science to do."

Pancakes and science and sex with Tony. That sounds amazing in his head, really. It sounded just like the makings of a perfect day to him.

"Pancakes are nice," Tony agrees. "We'll have pancakes. And science. Maybe I'll just keep you in the lab all day. We can multitask."

He can't help but tease, because he's so pleasantly relaxed himself. And Bruce's hand is on his reactor. That is both mildly frightening and exciting for him. And despite what they have just done, he can feel his dick twitch slightly in response. It's a dangerous gesture under normal circumstances, and one he doesn't often let others try. But this is Bruce.

"We can do everything," he breathes. "All of it. Just name it and we'll do it."

It's all perfect in Tony's opinion. Now that Bruce is willing to get close to him and allow contact, nothing could make the day bad. He pulls him closer into his arms and lets out a shuddering breath. It should be easier for him to keep his own control, but somehow Bruce just pulls it out of him. And he doesn't mind. Five more minutes isn't nearly long enough, and Tony can feel himself relaxing into a puddle of contentment on the bed.

Bruce hums, both in agreement and contentment as he tries to open his eyes, but finds his eyelids far too heavy and can't bring himself to get the strength to open them again. There's a pleasant buzz around him now, everything around him feeling sweet and warm and heavy just like honey. He thinks he can taste it on his lips right now.

He takes in another deep breath when Tony draws him in closer, inhaling the scent of Tony deep inside him so he can keep it and bottle it up. Bruce exhales quietly, breathing out over the junction of neck and shoulder and its nice, its really nice, and Bruce feels himself drifting off in the warmth of Tony'd arms holding him and the secure press of their bodies together, grounding him down.

"Everything..." Bruce is mumbling by now, syllables slurring together as he drifts off. "...with you. Anything with you."

As soon as he says that his breathing evens out, and Bruce's last word trails off into a soft sound as he slips off into sleep.

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