[ He sucks in a sharp breath at the pinches, not expecting them in the least. Maybe he should, Bruce is hardly passive, but it still catches him by surprise, and when he turns to watch him get on the bed, his eyes are dark with a feral kind of lust.
Not yet moving after him, he unbuckles his belt and quietly pulls it free of his jeans. There’s a part of him, a surprisingly large part of him, that wants to use the belt to bind Bruce’s hands. To do it and tell him that he only gets to touch when he says that he can because Bruce is his. But the possessive impulse is as ridiculous as the idea is impractical. Tony knows better than to suggest restraints with Bruce.
Letting the belt fall to the ground, he stalks forward a step and unbuttons his jeans. Another step, and he slides the zipper down. Another, and he pushes the jeans down off his hips. A forth, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
He stops then, a step from the bed. And the total nudity that will, his actions suggest, follow. His eyes seek out Bruce's as an eyebrow rises. ]
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Not yet moving after him, he unbuckles his belt and quietly pulls it free of his jeans. There’s a part of him, a surprisingly large part of him, that wants to use the belt to bind Bruce’s hands. To do it and tell him that he only gets to touch when he says that he can because Bruce is his. But the possessive impulse is as ridiculous as the idea is impractical. Tony knows better than to suggest restraints with Bruce.
Letting the belt fall to the ground, he stalks forward a step and unbuttons his jeans. Another step, and he slides the zipper down. Another, and he pushes the jeans down off his hips. A forth, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
He stops then, a step from the bed. And the total nudity that will, his actions suggest, follow. His eyes seek out Bruce's as an eyebrow rises. ]
Get the lube out of the drawer.