[bruce is watching, how could he not? he wouldn't be able to look anywhere else, not even if the world was dropping out around him. it's been too long for him to focus on anything but the way tony looks when he bites his lip (that goes straight to his cock, god, he's not sure how to feel about that) and the way his his hand feels around him.
he doesn't think about the other guy. he makes an active effort not to. he just thinks about breathing and tony and tony's mouth where did he learn any of this and who did he have to thank?
he needs to say something, he needs to let out the deep feeling building in his gut, he wants to last longer than a few distracted fucking headbobs from tony stark. his breath escapes in a woosh of quiet air and,] Tony, christ.
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he doesn't think about the other guy. he makes an active effort not to. he just thinks about breathing and tony and tony's mouth where did he learn any of this and who did he have to thank?
he needs to say something, he needs to let out the deep feeling building in his gut, he wants to last longer than a few distracted fucking headbobs from tony stark. his breath escapes in a woosh of quiet air and,] Tony, christ.