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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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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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