Smut things for amygdalae

[hotredhero]

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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[amygdalae]

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.

[hotredhero]

"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.

[amygdalae]

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.