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[ Although he’s not exactly smiling, Tony’s expression is blandly neutral, relaxed, and his voice is friendly. ]

Normally I’d have my assistant – I guess technically she’s my CEO now - handle the whole public relations thing, but she’s not here so I guess that leaves me doing it myself. Unless I have a volunteer from the audience? No? Didn’t think so.

[ He glances away from the camera for a second, almost like he’s looking at a list. ]

Stiles, I got your bow and arrows here. Any time you want me to stop by and get them, feel free. Alternatively, I can be persuaded to play delivery guy.

Sharon. You wanted some new toys? I got a couple for you.

Party Poison. Not to be confused with the lovely Poison Ivy. We have a bet, right?

[ Twisting his wrist, the video blurs and comes into focus on a large sabertooth tiger reclining on the living room floor like he owns the place. At the attention, he lifts his head, flattens his ears, and lazily bares his teeth. The video blurs again, coming to rest on Tony’s face, who’s utterly unfazed by being threatened by hundreds of pounds of formerly extinct cat. ]

Meet Stanley. And start the countdown.

[ Flashing a smile, he starts to lower his wrist, then pauses and lifts it back. ]

Oh, right. And one more thing before I forget.

[ Anyone who knows Tony might know better here. Might realize that he wasn’t going to forget and has in fact been building up to this the entire time he’s been talking. ]

“Hot Hands.” [ He even makes the air quotes with his free hand as he smiles, like everything’s all friendly like. Much like Stanley, though, it’s really a baring of his teeth. ] Listen. If you touch Bruce again, I’ll break them. And then my big green friend won’t have to show up to beat your ass into the ground. Capiche?

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[ He laughs huskily against him, and he nips the shell of his ear before he sits back. He knows what that kind of acceptance can do to a person because Tony gives it to him constantly. Bruce needs to wait until it's appropriate to run his hands all over Tony's chest to be able to give it back to him in a similar way. It's not really a hardship. ]

That can be our next project when we get home.

[ Reaching behind him, he pulls Tony's hand free so he can link their fingers together, and he climbs off Tony's lap, pulling him up with him. ]

But that's a ways off and I can think of other things we could be doing right now.

[ Grown men shouldn’t whimper the way that Tony does, but he doesn’t really think that Bruce will hold it against him. There’s no help for it, though. They need to get back to the bedroom and dragging his feet isn’t going to either one of them any good.

Fingers closing tight around Bruce’s hand, he gets to his feet and slinks into his personal space, moving so close to him that any movement in any direction is going to bring them into contact. ]

Those other things better last at least a few hours, because I’m claiming like, five of them.

[ Tipping his head forward, he traces the edge of Bruce’s ear with the tip of his tongue before murmuring a low promise that’s all lust and desire. ]

I'm gonna wear you out, Doctor Banner.

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[ Bruce has no problem with whimpers, and hopefully Tony doesn't mind if Bruce stalls completely, but what kind of a response could anyone give to a promise like that? He had a retort about the five hours, but now he forgets what order the words are supposed to go in. The first solid thought he gets back is that they need to go to the bedroom, now. He starts pulling them both in that direction, and the movement kickstarts his brain. ]

Five hours, huh? That's -- That's a pretty big promise.

[ And he's actually sure Tony can deliver. That's what's especially brain breaking. He kisses him again, and if they're not careful, they're going to trip because Bruce is only focused on kissing the hell out of Tony and on keeping himself together enough that he doesn't have to worry about Hulking out again. ]

[ There’s something bubbling under the surface of his thoughts, something he doesn’t even realize is there until they’re heading toward the bedroom and Tony’s raking his fingernails down Bruce’s back hard enough to leave marks. Faint marks. Marks that will fade in a few minutes’ time because Tony won’t actually hurt him for anything in the world.

But it’s there. The desire to leave something on him, to show the world that Bruce is his. It’s a possessiveness that Tony hasn’t felt in years, and it lends an insistent demand to the way he kisses him. ]

Not long enough for you, Bruce?

[ His voice is a low growl when he finally manages to pull himself back far enough to speak. They’re near the bedroom now, though how they got there, he doesn’t really remember, the flurry of kisses more memorable than the steps it took to get them there. Hand tightening on Bruce’s hip, Tony twists and tugs him in through the doorway, aiming a kick at the door to get it shut so he can nudge Bruce up against it. ]

I can do this all night.

[ Tony can mark him. Bruce wouldn't mind. There's very little Tony could do now that Bruce would take issue with in fact because Bruce hasn't been touched like this in a long time, and he trusts Tony. He follows Tony leading them into the room, and his head falls back against the door with a soft thump as he whimpers this time. ]

God, how did I wind up with someone as hot as you? Not that I'm saying you should leave. [ He picks his head up and smiles, breathless and lustful, and he takes hold of Tony's hips so he can keep him in place as Bruce arches against him. That draws another moan out of him, his eyes closing for a second. ]

Take all the time you want. Just mop me up when you're done. [ He has time for half a smile before he's kissing along Tony's jaw and down his throat, and his hands come off his hips to push up the hem of his shirt. ]

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?

[ Bruce is busy enjoying Tony's new shirtlessness as he runs his hands over him; the arc reactor's nothing new for him at this point, and he's not phased by it. It's a part of Tony, it's keeping Tony alive. If Bruce ever pays it special attention, it's because it's a medical and scientific feat of genius, which he doesn't think is far off from Tony's appreciation for the Hulk.

He catches Tony's pointed look, and his eyes widen with anticipation and arousal. God, he really isn't hot enough for Tony. He needs to stop thinking that because it's pathetic and obviously it's not stopping Tony any. ]

I can manage. [ He flashes him a smile before he kisses him. He doesn't keep Tony there long, since he figures his mouth will be busy elsewhere soon, but he wants one more before he can't kiss him for a little while. He relaxes back against the door, his chest still tingling from Tony's nails. ]

[ That Bruce doesn’t think he’s hot enough isn’t something that Tony would ever guess in a million years. It’s inconceivable, and likely he wouldn’t believe it even if he told him.

He doesn’t rush the kiss. Even if he’s got a plan and a destination, he takes the time to kiss him. Thoroughly. Passionately. And if there’s a little regret when he pulls away, it’s just because he can’t kiss him and suck him off at the same time.

Sinking to his knees, Tony lets his hands linger for a moment against Bruce’s thighs before he slides them inward and begins working at the fastening of his pants. He does it slowly, like he’s unwrapping a much anticipated present, and he pauses to savor the moment. To do that, he rubs his cheek against the fabric, turns slightly to run his mouth over what he can feel of Bruce’s cock beneath his lips, all the while looking up at him like he can’t tear his eyes away. ]

Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look from this angle?

[ It's irresponsible to put off apologizing to everyone and instead spend his time in here with Tony, but Bruce actually doesn't feel too guilty about that yet. He will apologize; he plans to do it, but he just told Tony he loves him, and he just woke up in the woods to see Tony at his side and now Tony's defending him and... Well, he doesn't think anyone will blame him for needing this interlude. And he does need it too. There are too many emotions threatening to overwhelm him, and he needs something cathartic.

Bruce doesn't let his breathing get uneven until they're into the thick of things, but it's heavy and deliberate, a sign he's concentrating on keeping it under control. ]

You're one to talk. [ He smiles and cups Tony's jaw, thumb tracing around the outer edge of his mouth, and then he slides it back into his hair. ]

[ Some day, Tony’s going to push him. He’s going to do it deliberately, to prove a point about Bruce and the Hulk and how Bruce doesn’t need to worry so much. But it’s not going to be today. There’s been too much upset, Bruce is too on edge, and he just told him that he loves him. Tony wants some time with his… He doesn’t even know what to call him now. Boyfriend doesn’t quite seem to capture the depth of it. ]

Is that a hint? Tony, shut up and suck me off? It’s okay, Bruce.

[ And just like that, all the teasing’s gone. He pulls all of the fabric out of the way and takes his cock out like his life depends on getting his hands on it immediately. He gives him one firm stroke, from base to tip and right back down again, as he grins up at him. ]

You can tell me.

[ The last word’s no sooner spoken than his lips close around the head, tongue curling just beneath it to guide him further into his mouth. ]

[ No, that isn't what he meant because he's never say that to Tony; Tony seems to have some idea that people don't like listening to his ramble. Bruce thinks those people just don't know how to appreciate a good nonsensical rant, or how to work through chaos. And if he told Tony to shut up, then he might stop Tony from saying any number of things, like the things he's already said today and that are going to be filling Bruce's sexual fantasies for the rest of his life.

His head drops back against the door again with another soft thud once Tony pulls him into his mouth. He can only handle so much sensory input at once, and as much as he'd like to keep watching, he has to close his eyes and whittle his world down to only what it feels like. He smooths his fingers through Tony's hair, touch gentle. ]

[ That’s all right. He doesn’t need Bruce to watch him. Granted, it might be fun, but it’s something that they can work up to. Right now, he’s content to just hum a long, drawn-out note of pleasure and sink further down the length of him, take him that much deeper so that the vibrations from the sound can travel along even more flesh.

He’s aware of his options. Take it slow, drag it out until Bruce’s knees are weak and he’s begging – or demanding, Tony isn’t picky - for release. Or go fast, as fast as he can given the issue with the Hulk, so that he gets him off and they can move on to round two. They have time, so Tony could take as long as he wants, but he’s impatient, and it isn’t like he’d pass up the opportunity to give Bruce another blowjob in an hour or two.

In fact, now that he’s thinking of it like that…

One hand stays at Bruce’s hip, loosely cupping it for his own stability. The other slips between his legs to stroke his balls, counterpoint to the pace of his mouth. He sucks at the head, lets his tongue lash the slit, then leans forward until his nose brushes against Bruce’s abdomen. It’s not fast, per se, but he certainly isn’t dawdling. ]

[ Bruce doesn't care what they do or in what order. Seriously. He might feel bad about having no set plans, but he finds Tony's creativity is pretty solid, and also that Bruce always has plans. He's always thinking ahead. Sometimes it's nice to trust Tony to lead them somewhere good. And Tony always comes through on that point. ]

Oh. [ So Tony's setting this pace? Well, excellent. Bruce will manage to stay standing somehow. His fingers tighten in his hair, and he exhales slowly, licking over his lips. ]

God, yes.

[ It’s always good to know when he’s doing something right, and between the tighter grip on his hair and Bruce letting himself go enough to speak, Tony thinks those actions speak for themselves. The next sound he makes is low and deep, almost like a moan and definitely encouragement.

Opening his eyes, he looks up at Bruce, lets the smile show in his eyes since he can’t quite manage to make it with his mouth. His fingers drift further back, away from his balls to the soft skin just behind them. He takes him in again, all the way in until he can’t go any further, and holds him there, tongue tight against the underside of his cock as he sucks.

This close, it’s difficult to see his face, but damned if he doesn’t try anyway. Bruce looks far too perfect like this not to. ]

[ Bruce is the luckiest person here. He has to be. No one else on this cape can be better at this than Tony. He's gotten himself to a place where he's mostly in control, somehow, despite Tony's attention, so he can drop his head forward to watch. The smile in Tony's eyes is strangely heartwarming in this context, and he smiles back -- at least until Tony starts sucking in earnest.

He groans and squeezes his eyes shut, his other hand coming up to Tony's shoulder and squeezing lightly, encouragingly. Once he recovers, he drags his nails down Tony's chest and manages to open his eyes again.

His body's already tingling faintly with arousal and building need, and he can deploy a healthy amount of control over his orgasms in order to prolong them, but judging from what he's heard of Tony's plans for them, he's thinking he shouldn't try to hold back. ]

[ Tony counts these little moments of feeling Bruce’s eyes on him as a victory. As success. Each one he wins from him is, he believes, one step closer to proving to Bruce that he can do this. That this is safe for both of them.

He gives his hip an answering squeeze, murmuring incomprehensible noises that, if he hadn’t been trying to talk with his mouth otherwise occupied, would have been something along the lines of that’s good, just like that, Bruce, you’re doing fine, it’s okay.

If Bruce wants to hold out, Tony’s perfectly capable of doing this for a while. A lifetime spent chasing sex as a substitute for everything else his life was lacking has gifted him with a certain amount of endurance that, even if he hadn’t been dispensing a lot of blowjobs before Bruce, allows him to be perfectly at ease down here on his knees. Of course, he fully intends to wring as many orgasms out of Bruce as he can before he gets chased away in favor of damage control. And it’s to that end that he chooses to be just a bit more demanding now.

On the next slide upward, he fits the hand not gripping Bruce’s hip around the base of his erection and follows with it the path his mouth has just taken. He’s coordinated enough to jerk him off while he’s blowing him, and that he sets in to do in earnest. ]

[ His low, throaty laugh turns into a moan, equally husky. He wants to quip something about talking when his mouth is full, but he doesn't actually have any objections to it. The humming travels up his cock in a curiously amazing way, and he loves that even now, Tony can't turn the chatterbox off. It's cute. It's one of the things he loves about Tony, which he can say now with the full weight of the word behind it.

With Bruce letting his walls down, he won't last much longer under Tony's attention. Getting demanding with Bruce is the best way to drive him crazy because that's something he never does for himself. He takes a few measured breaths, but he can't fight off that moan and the way his breath starts to hitch now. His head falls back against the door and he holds onto Tony's shoulders, needing to feel him.

When he starts to feel his orgasm coming, he doesn't tense up and try to push it away, like he would've before Tony started to teach him that it's okay to let go. ]

Tony. [ It's a shaky warning to him that Bruce is close. ]

[ With his mouth full of Bruce, it’s extraordinarily difficult for Tony to feel much of anything but an almost overwhelming amount of desire. He likes this a lot; the way he feels against his lips, the way his skin tastes against his tongue, the weight and the warmth of him, the closeness, the pleasure he knows that he’s giving him. And though he may not have yet said it in words, he really likes the way he tastes when he comes.

The idea that he might back off at the warning, like he’d actually let a drop of semen escape him if he’s able to catch it, makes him chuckle. It’s a deep, gravelly sound, quiet, almost silent because it’s not quite as easy to breathe like this as it is normally. But his shoulders shake slightly with it, and a puff of warm breath gets expelled against Bruce’s abdomen as he lets his hand drop and takes him all the way in again.

He glances upward, strokes Bruce’s cock with his tongue and tightens his lips around him. He reaches for his balls again, strokes them gently. And he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull away. Just keeps moving, fucking him with lips and tongue as best he can, determined to ride him out right where he is. ]

[ He's not surprised when Tony sticks around, but he does grin at Tony's amusement, not that he gets long to feel much beyond the building pressure. With this kind of relentless attention, Bruce really is helpless, and he'd be nervous about letting go for anyone -- especially after the Hulk -- because it seems like anyone else would think it ill-advised, but not Tony. When he starts to make quiet sounds as he approaches the edge, and his hold tightens on Tony's shoulder, he isn't worried or embarrassed or anything like that.

He is still self-aware, and he is still keeping an eye on his body, on the signals it's putting out, but mostly he feels the oncoming wave of his climax, and then it sweeps through him, unexpectedly hard and actually really cathartic. His hips lift fractionally off the door with the force of it, and he moans his way through it as he tries to start bringing his breathing back under control.

Once his body calms down, he licks over his lips and looks down, smiling faintly. ]

You are inhumanly good at that.

[ He doesn’t pull away until Bruce is spent, and even then, he does it slowly, licking him clean before finally letting him fall gently from his mouth. He doesn’t immediately get to his feet, either. There’s no way he’s going to be able to do it without staggering a little and that’s not the least bit sexy. The carpet in this house is seriously substandard and he’s starting to discover that it’s hell on his knees.

Instead, he looks up at Bruce, watching him as he comes back to himself. He looks good like this, flushed and leaning back against the door like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

When he speaks, Tony just smirks at him. ]

Or I just really like having your dick in my mouth. That’s a possibility. More than a possibility, really. Kind of a certainty.

[ He laughs softly again and cards his fingers through Tony's hair. Bruce thinks he looks good like this -- watching Bruce with that self-satisfied smirk on his flushed lips. With his feelings out on the table now too, there's no question that the look in his eyes is all love. He's filling up with it for Tony at the moment. He's dying to kiss him, but he can be patient, and in the meantime, he slides out of his pants and pushes them aside before he relaxes back against the door again. He's clearly waiting for Tony, projecting the message that he's for Tony. ]

I can live with that. There are a couple places I'd like to have your dick right now. [ He smiles and it's a touch shy, but there's nothing but playfulness in his eyes. ] Any requests?

You’re making me pick one?

[ It’s not the impossible decision he’s making it out to be, and after giving Bruce’s body a long, appreciative look from head to toe, he rises to his feet. ]

I guess I can do that.

[ Reaching out, he runs a hand up over Bruce’s chest, lets it linger over his heart as he leans in to whisper in his ear. There's none of the uncertainty from a second ago; this time it's all quiet command. ]

Go lay down. On the bed. [ Catching the edge of his earlobe in his teeth, Tony bites down, not quite sharp enough to sting. ] Facing me.

[ One to start out with anyway. He probably ought to cut their sexcapades short rather than let them go on as long as Tony could keep them going, but there's always later. Provided his apologizing doesn't completely kill the mood... Oh God, Banner, why are you thinking about this?

Right about when he realizes he's on the wrong topic in his mind is when Tony gives his command, and then Bruce's mind is successfully empty of anything other than Tony. He swallows thickly and nods; he has no problem being told what to do. Before he goes, he skims his hands up Tony's chest and pinches his nipples lightly, and he pulls away with a playful look in his eye.

He climbs onto the bed and lays back, getting comfortable, and he watches Tony darkly, eyes following his every move. ]

[ 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. ]

Get the lube out of the drawer.

[ He knows that touching Tony was pushing at a line that Tony had just drawn. He's played enough power games in bed and been in this position enough -- with Tony and with Betty -- that he knew just what he was doing. Though he has no problem falling into this role, just as he has no problem taking the other one, he can't just be passive. Not when he knows a touch can get Tony looking at him like that.

There's a moment -- it's brief, but it's there -- when Tony slides his belt off and Bruce's mind goes to a bad place. But then it's gone when the belt hits the floor, and Bruce can watch Tony's approach with hungry eyes. God, he's a gorgeous man. Hell, person in general.

The order shoots through him, and he pulls open the drawer and grabs the lube. Once he settles back on the bed, he holds it up, just far enough away from Tony that he'd have to come closer or, ideally, climb on the bed to get it, and he can't fight the playful smile that shows that he knows just what he's doing. ]

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