Maybe life decided you needed to make up for lost time.

[ Tony smiles back at him, the expression almost a smirk as he fits himself in against him, working a thigh between Bruce’s legs. He knows how he gets with sex, knows he can be a little insatiable if he’s allowed to be. It’s okay to poke fun at it. ]

And Bruce, so you know? You’re going to need mopped up when I’m done with you.

[ Pulling back just a little, he uses the sliver of space he’s opened up between them to yank his shirt over his head. Once, he would have felt nervous about the arc reactor. Now, he barely remembers it as he lays both hands on Bruce’s chest and, curling his fingertips, drags his nails down until they meet the fabric of his pants.

Tony licks his lips, looks pointedly from Bruce’s groin to his eyes. ]

Think you can stand for a few more minutes?