[he thinks, what the hell are you doing, and then why are you bothering and he's not even sure who the thoughts are directed towards. he wonders what tony's game is, and that makes him feel suddenly guilty, because not everything has to be a game with the other man and isn't it terrible you're thinking that? he knows that even if tony pretends to be all about the instant gratification and the fame and whatever, there's more there. because he didn't stop loki or a nuclear strike because it'd be good pr.
he inhales sharp at the feeling of tony's mouth against his skin and pauses, considers, tries to think of if there's something to say to ease this situation out of being fucking terrifying for a lot of reasons but most importantly, mind your pulse bruce banner. there's not a lot of things the other guy will tolerate and this is not an exception.
(he remembers that orgasms only reach 150 to 175 bpm but that doesn't count the anticipation, the foreplay, the build up and all those emotions that might...)
he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd sucked in, deep into his lungs, and doesn't know what to do to keep himself from freaking out when tony starts mouthing at spots more intimate than his navel, already turned on to a strangely ridiculous degree, given how little has happened. (how long has he been so aroused? shit.) he doesn't know what to do with himself so he gives up trying to think things through, reaching a hand out to brush through tony's hair. why not. that's an easy thing to do, and more consuming than just sitting there.]
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he inhales sharp at the feeling of tony's mouth against his skin and pauses, considers, tries to think of if there's something to say to ease this situation out of being fucking terrifying for a lot of reasons but most importantly, mind your pulse bruce banner. there's not a lot of things the other guy will tolerate and this is not an exception.
(he remembers that orgasms only reach 150 to 175 bpm but that doesn't count the anticipation, the foreplay, the build up and all those emotions that might...)
he lets out a breath he didn't know he'd sucked in, deep into his lungs, and doesn't know what to do to keep himself from freaking out when tony starts mouthing at spots more intimate than his navel, already turned on to a strangely ridiculous degree, given how little has happened. (how long has he been so aroused? shit.) he doesn't know what to do with himself so he gives up trying to think things through, reaching a hand out to brush through tony's hair. why not. that's an easy thing to do, and more consuming than just sitting there.]