Sexy Phases; 1: Reworked For Your Pleasure
Story Info
Title: Sexy Phases
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers & Iron Man (MCU)
Timeline: Marked at the top of each chapter.
Genre: Erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Summary: Short stories of an erotic nature, taking place throughout the “Turquoise” -series.
All characters (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Pairings (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Bruce/Tony
Warnings (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Language.
Sexual content (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
M/M, fingering, frottage, humping, kissing, prostate pleasure, oral sex, rimming.
Disclaimer: Iron Man, Avengers and Marvel Cinematic Universe, including characters and everything else, belong to Marvel, Marvel Studios, Jon Favreau, Joss Whedon, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures and Universal Pictures. In short: I own nothing; this is pure fiction created to entertain likeminded fans for no profit whatsoever.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: Much appreciated and cherished.
About Sexy Phases: Here be the porn.
Seriously.
You have been warned (or invited further inside).
These are a collection of shorter (or longer) stories that take place anywhere in the Turquoise series. All of them are erotic in nature, warranting an adult rating. They are either missing scenes from a less-adult-rated story, or just pieces that wouldn’t stand alone very well.
Each part starts with a list unique to that chapter: it includes the timeline in relation to the rest of the series (no, these parts are not in chronological order with regards to each other or the rest of the series), along with the chapter-specific list of characters, pairings and warnings and a summary. Please pay attention to that header in case of squicks or unwanted pairings!
Chapters and statuses (so far): Below you see the writing process of the story’s chapters. If there is no text after the chapter’s title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
1: Reworked For Your Pleasure (takes place before Handling Pointy Things, chapter 24)
2: Smooth Sailing (takes place shortly after Handling Pointy Things)
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Timeline: Right before ‘ Chapter 24: Conferential’ of “Handling Pointy Things”
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned: Jane Foster, Thor
Pairing: Bruce/Tony (mentioned Jane/Thor)
Summary: After their nice double-date and the botched evening back at the Mansion, Bruce decides to start the new day in a better, brighter, sexier vein.
Warnings: Language.
Sexual content: M/M, fingering, oral sex, prostate pleasure.
1: Reworked For Your Pleasure
Avengers Mansion
Manhattan, New York, NY, USA
Bruce woke up to the calm quiet of an early morning. He lay still, eyes closed, filling his mind with information about his surroundings: the mansion was silent, which meant the other occupants were either still asleep or far enough from their room to maintain the illusion of a slumbering building; Tony’s warm, solid body was slightly pressed against his, the other man’s steady breaths suggesting he was still asleep.
Even without opening his eyes, Bruce could say with absolute certainty that it was Tony. He could not hear or see the arc reactor, but there was a distinct mix of smells unique to him, and Tony never breathed as deeply in his sleep as other people, mostly due to the reactor mounted in his chest, on top of his lungs.
He felt calm, which was good; he liked these mornings the best. There was no shouting, gunfire or a half-naked chase down the streets, his heart beating madly in his chest and his every thought circling around can’t let him out and need to get away. Bruce’d had too many of those mornings, days and nights, and he was happy to just laze around in bed and embrace the fact that he was allowed to lull himself into a false sense of security without it blowing up in his face immediately.
Tony and the others kept telling him he was safe here. Tony more than most… Bruce knew, rationally, that Tony would do all in his power to stand by those words, and the things Tony Stark could do that were within his power - or which he made that way - were mind-blowingly vast and far-reaching.
Perhaps Bruce should have thought twice before getting into a relationship with him. He should have been able to tell his heart and yearning soul ‘no’, like he’d done with other people before Tony. It should have been a precise, surgical cut away from this life and moving back to the one he knew better: the one where he ran and ran, never stopping, never comfortable enough to stop looking over his shoulder.
Now, when he looked over his shoulder, he saw solid walls that were not a prison, and on his other side the man he’d already confessed to, out loud, that he loved.
He was totally, hopelessly, entirely fucked.
So fucked, in fact, that he rather looked forward to it becoming the norm.
A smile curled his lips and he looked at the line of Tony’s back. The sheets had been pushed off during some hour of the night and Bruce could trail his form all the way down to the dip of his waist, the gentle, round rise of his hip and then mid-thigh before his view was obstructed. He knew Tony would shift soon, because the pressure on his chest would become noticeable enough to warrant an adjustment, but for now, he looked like a perfectly live version of some daydream Bruce had never had before meeting this man; sexual frustration hadn’t been one of his problems. His time had been better spent studying, researching, and bottling up all those nasty little thoughts of violence and anger.
Now that he was allowed to feel an array of feelings of a sexual nature, he considered his options. He didn’t feel remorseful or like he had done something wrong, but their previous night with Jane and Thor had been a pleasant affair - until they returned to the mansion and got a face full of questions that Bruce wasn’t willing or able to deal with.
They hadn’t gone to bed angry, exactly, thanks to Tony’s efforts to talk things through. The night had been somewhat ruined, though, the jovial mood lost, and Bruce felt a little like he should make it up to the other man - and himself - but mostly Tony because between the two of them, Bruce had lost his temper and left.
As expected, Tony shifted and turned onto his back, still asleep. Bruce resisted the temptation to kiss his slack lips and risk waking him up. Instead, he tugged the sheet a little higher so that Tony wouldn’t get cold, then left the bed with a silent and agile grace the other man often hated: Tony was the one who’d slunk out of bed after a night with a stranger, and Tony hated to be on the receiving end of it when he would have rather enjoyed the presence of that person. Or, Bruce.
Bruce gave the man a fond look, then turned and entered the bathroom. He closed the door and slid his finger along the dial on the wall, turning the lights up to the max. In the mirror, he saw his hair standing up, a mess of curls. He looked well-rested, well-fed and generally better looked-after than he had been in years. Staying in one place, living a fairly normal life, was starting to show.
It wasn’t a bad change.
He pursed his lips and then leaned forward, sliding his fingers against his face and the faint stubble on his cheeks and chin, then checked his lips and opened his mouth. Methodically, he went over every square inch of skin, from the inside of his cheeks to his lips, tongue, gums, and the roof of his mouth. It felt uncomfortable in places, but he had to be sure, for his own peace of mind. There was no compromise when it came to the safety of his lover.
Once satisfied, Bruce checked his hands as well, for any scrapes or broken skin, made sure his nails were blunt and without sharp edges. He washed his hands, splashed water on his face, and even tried to control the unruly curls with his wet fingers before drying his face and hands, nodding at himself in the mirror.
Bruce supposed other people didn’t stress so much about what he was planning to do. People called it ‘natural’, but for him it was almost methodical. He enjoyed himself more these days, that was no lie, and Tony’s constant pushing at his thresholds was speeding that process. Still, Bruce needed to find the brakes occasionally and feel like he was in total control of the situation.
He opened the door and switched off the lights. His eyes found Tony, still asleep, and he approached the bed silently, getting up on it as gently as he could. He knew Tony hated being startled out of his sleep just as much as Bruce did - the curse of many past traumas - so he carefully moved to straddle Tony’s knees, then pulled down the sheet, dragging it against Tony’s skin to wake him up.
Sure enough, the brown eyes blinked open, and as soon as Tony’s brain registered what was happening, a smile curved his lips. “Mornin’,” he murmured, voice still gravely. It was a rare spectacle to see Tony like this, vulnerable yet feeling safe, willing to drop so many of the defenses he kept between himself and people. With just the two of them, Bruce and Tony acted like slightly different people - or more like themselves; these times were a rarity, and it was sometimes hard to remember that the front was just pretense, not the real deal.
“Morning,” Bruce replied, then placed his palms on either side of Tony’s head on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Tony hummed into it, soft and pliant beneath him, clearly not expecting what Bruce’s brain had already planned out. That had to be one of the reasons Tony so often declared how much he loved Bruce’s brain. The thought made him chuckle and draw back, Tony’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out the source of his amusement.
“Do you want to go to the lab?” Tony asked. He wasn’t even properly awake and already he was thinking of science. That was an endearing quality, for sure, but it wasn’t part of Bruce’s immediate plans.
“Not yet,” Bruce shook his head, then moved his hands down to Tony’s waist, and with calm deliberate movements pushed up the top Tony often wore to bed. He was aware of Tony’s eyes on him, and the breaths that had turned measured. Tony didn’t move to help, didn’t ask what was on the menu; Bruce knew the other man trusted him and most likely had no objections.
After all, no one could shut Tony Stark up if he wanted to interject.
With the tank top pushed up to mid-chest, Bruce returned his hands to Tony’s hips and slid his fingertips beneath the edge of his underwear. The material was soft and comfortable, and the skin beneath it was warm. Tony’s breaths changed just a little, and Bruce dragged down the briefs, all the way to his ankles because he needed them out of the way.
“What do you want?” Tony asked, because he could stay silent only for so long.
“You,” Bruce told him, “on your back. Stay like that,” he urged, and Tony settled his head down on the pillow, trying to relax although it wasn’t really working.
“Like this?” Tony asked. He wasn’t nervous, not really, but whenever Bruce initiated sex, it felt almost like Tony needed to know how to perform his part.
“Yeah, like that,” Bruce instructed needlessly, to not leave Tony hanging. His right hand moved up Tony’s thigh to where his cock lay between his legs. He wasn’t hard yet, but Bruce’s touch coaxed out an immediate reaction, and besides, he wasn’t in any hurry at this point; he took his time, rubbing his fingers along the soft skin, feeling the veins and muscle. After he started to receive an erection in response to his caresses, he adjusted his hold and leaned to the side, his left hand reaching out for the night stand and found the bottle of lube they kept inside.
Beneath him, Tony groaned, his legs shifting slightly, hips following, and Bruce looked down at him. It wasn’t fair to Tony that he looked so wary, so restrained, but it was a necessity while in bed with Bruce; the other guy was always lurking just beneath his skin. Right now, Bruce felt calm and peaceful, and he allowed the fingers of his right hand to reach a little lower along Tony’s shaft, dragging against his balls. Tony tried to spread his thighs but couldn’t with Bruce’s legs in the way, and the scientist supposed it was time to move on to the next phase, now that he had the lube.
He moved back a bit, dropping the tube of lube at the edge of the bed, then methodically grasped Tony’s knees and drew them apart, settling between his legs. It was unfair, the feelings that pooled inside him at the sight and feel of Tony’s legs brushing against his sides.
“Are we going to -?”
“No,” Bruce shook his head.
Tony let out the air he had been holding. “Okay.” It was hard to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. Sure, they had talked about the old-fashioned, penetrative sex, but Bruce didn’t think his current calm could handle that. The mere idea, of being that much more connected with Tony, made his skin feel one size too small.
Bruce forced his mind back to the moment and the things he had decided to do, earlier this morning. His right hand returned to Tony’s cock, stroking it, and his eyes followed the uneasy movements of Tony’s fingers against the sheets. Bruce dragged his thumb across the head of Tony’s cock and watched his stomach muscles tighten. His chest rose and fell, the arc reactor moving with it, his ribs shoving upwards beneath the skin as his back arched a little, then settled down again to lessen the strain. Bruce’s fingers slid down towards the base of Tony’s cock and felt the trimmed hair scratch against his skin. His thumb pressed up along the underside, making Tony close his eyes and make a contented sound.
One day, Bruce was going to dig up those reflexology charts and see just how relaxed and pain-free he could render the other man.
For now, though, he shifted his body to lie down on the bed, propped up on his elbows, then placed his mouth on Tony’s cock and proceeded to map out every little spot he already should have known, but which were different under his tongue. He could feel Tony’s muscles tightening, suppressing the urge to shove his hips up. Bruce debated throwing his arm over his hips to keep him still, just in case, but trusted Tony’s self-control for now; it would give him something to focus on, because accidentally or purposefully shoving his cock down Bruce’s throat would lead to an inevitable stop to these proceedings if the other guy made a sudden appearance.
Knowing his technique could use a lot of improvement, Bruce focused on the sensitive glans, traveling along its edges and across the surface. His right hand was making small motions at the base, spreading out the sensations, and so far Tony wasn’t complaining.
Then again, the times when Bruce had put his mouth on any part of Tony other than his lips were rare, especially without protection, so there were probably very few reasons why Tony would call for a break.
As Tony’s exhales got louder, Bruce moved on with his plan; he found the lube where he had left it, managed to open it with just one hand, but eventually needed both in order to not make a mess on the sheets by squeezing out too much. Deciding his mouth deserved a respite anyway, he lifted his head and looked at what his hands were doing. He opted to coat two fingers of his right hand with the lube, since he wasn’t as dexterous with his left.
By the time he was done, the cap of the lube back in place and his fingers warming the lube to skin temperature, Tony had lifted his head and was following the proceedings. He had been biting and licking his lips, and his fingers had a firm hold on the sheets. His mind had probably come up with a dozen scenarios for what would follow, but Bruce was a simple man of simple pleasures: he took his fingers down a familiar path and, after finding what he was looking for, directed his forefinger inside Tony’s ass. There was barely any resistance between the lube and Bruce’s smooth pressure. Tony allowed his head to fall back onto the pillow, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, jaw working.
Bruce knew he wasn’t trying to distract himself, but rather make himself last; not letting his mind wander but giving it enough freedom to not become blinded by Bruce’s actions. His thighs spread a little, to give Bruce more room to work, and with an appreciative smile Bruce bowed his head again and nuzzled along Tony’s cock before using his left hand to raise it from Tony’s stomach and drag his tongue along it again.
His finger continued a steady motion until he pushed his middle finger in with the first, stretching a little but not enough to distract the steady build-up of pleasure. He rotated his hand and pressed his thumb along Tony’s perineum, moving it back and forth with increasing pressure while his fingers searched on the inside. He got a rather vocal response to that, in the form of a choked-off moan and something close to a whimper. Bruce knew when his thumb pressed against Tony’s prostate from the outside because there was no biting back that groan of pleasure - and then his fingers on the inside must have reached their intended destination because Tony’s hips jerked, as did his cock, and his hands flew off the sheets and hovered for a bit before one settled on Bruce’s neck, in his hairline, while the other landed in Tony’s own hair, squeezing hard enough that it looked painful.
“Holy hell, Banner,” he gasped, and Bruce kept going because he now had Tony by the balls without even having to resort to holding them - although he did anyway, with his left hand, as his mouth continued at a rather lazy yet thorough pace on his cock. Tony’s breaths were turning into steady whines and when Bruce looked up, his eyes were screwed shut, chest heaving, sweat on his skin.
Bruce had him right where he had wanted.
When Tony came undone a few short, glorious minutes later - after balancing on top of his orgasm in what looked like a precarious and enthralling position - Bruce’s jaw was aching a little and he was glad to pull off. The taste of cum didn’t annoy him, but his jaw needed some flexing, plus his tongue appreciated the break before it got a cramp.
He couldn’t go far with Tony’s hand still clutching at him, short nails digging into his skin, scratching against the back of his neck. Bruce withdrew his fingers slowly, carefully, and looked at Tony’s dazed expression: he was blinking his eyes as if he’d just woken up all over again, and that alone was worth every imaginable stiffness and cramp.
Eventually Tony’s eyes found his face. “What was that?” he asked.
Bruce smiled, bemused, and moved up to rest half beside the other man, half on top of him - mostly because Tony still refused to let go of his neck. “A blow job,” he answered kindly. “Or don’t you think it qualifies?”
Tony’s eyes screamed ‘shut up’ at him, and the genius rolled towards him, to mash their mouths together. The kiss was lazy and a tad desperate on Tony’s part, and during the course of it Bruce felt Tony’s free hand sneak between Bruce’s legs. Bruce moved to intercept it just as clever fingers curled around his clothed cock and gently pried it away. “Come on,” Tony whined against his lips, pulling back to meet Bruce’s gaze. “Just let me. Don’t think. Don’t get excited. Just -”
“I think I would have to get at least a little excited,” Bruce noted dryly and drew Tony’s hand up to kiss his fingers. “It’s fine. I’ll deal with it in the shower.”
“How is that any different from me dealing with it?” Tony asked, feigning hurt - or maybe he wasn’t feigning.
“It just is, trust me. This wasn’t about that.”
“It should be,” Tony insisted. “Just my hand. I’ll be quick. You were so amazing just now,” he kept talking, eyes pleading.
Bruce almost caved, because it would be nice, but he needed to clean up, to center himself. “I didn’t just bring you off to get some myself. It wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Then change the goddamn plan!” Tony snapped, actual heat in his voice this time. The post-orgasmic bliss was gone, and Bruce really, really didn’t want to fight about this.
“In the shower,” he acquiesced. “And… slowly.”
“As slow as you want,” Tony promised him, all sultry looks and soft lips now, carding his fingers through Bruce’s hair before levering himself off the bed and towards the bathroom.
No time like the present, Bruce mused and followed him, shedding his clothes. He almost got a face full of Tony’s tank top as it came flying out the open bathroom door, and Bruce brushed it to one side of the floor, joining Tony in the shower.
This day was starting on a good note, and there was no reason to ruin it by refusing Tony the pleasure of returning the favor Bruce hadn’t considered a favor in the first place.
Just an alternative ‘good morning’ after a rather shitty ‘good night’.
- the end -
Author’s note: Is it just me or did this become plottier/more reflective than plain old PWP smut? I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. Maybe.
Title: Sexy Phases
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers & Iron Man (MCU)
Timeline: Marked at the top of each chapter.
Genre: Erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Summary: Short stories of an erotic nature, taking place throughout the “Turquoise” -series.
All characters (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Pairings (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Bruce/Tony
Warnings (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
Language.
Sexual content (so far; chapter-specific list at the top of each part):
M/M, fingering, frottage, humping, kissing, prostate pleasure, oral sex, rimming.
Disclaimer: Iron Man, Avengers and Marvel Cinematic Universe, including characters and everything else, belong to Marvel, Marvel Studios, Jon Favreau, Joss Whedon, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures and Universal Pictures. In short: I own nothing; this is pure fiction created to entertain likeminded fans for no profit whatsoever.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
Feedback: Much appreciated and cherished.
About Sexy Phases: Here be the porn.
Seriously.
You have been warned (or invited further inside).
These are a collection of shorter (or longer) stories that take place anywhere in the Turquoise series. All of them are erotic in nature, warranting an adult rating. They are either missing scenes from a less-adult-rated story, or just pieces that wouldn’t stand alone very well.
Each part starts with a list unique to that chapter: it includes the timeline in relation to the rest of the series (no, these parts are not in chronological order with regards to each other or the rest of the series), along with the chapter-specific list of characters, pairings and warnings and a summary. Please pay attention to that header in case of squicks or unwanted pairings!
Chapters and statuses (so far): Below you see the writing process of the story’s chapters. If there is no text after the chapter’s title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
1: Reworked For Your Pleasure (takes place before Handling Pointy Things, chapter 24)
2: Smooth Sailing (takes place shortly after Handling Pointy Things)
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Timeline: Right before ‘ Chapter 24: Conferential’ of “Handling Pointy Things”
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned: Jane Foster, Thor
Pairing: Bruce/Tony (mentioned Jane/Thor)
Summary: After their nice double-date and the botched evening back at the Mansion, Bruce decides to start the new day in a better, brighter, sexier vein.
Warnings: Language.
Sexual content: M/M, fingering, oral sex, prostate pleasure.
1: Reworked For Your Pleasure
Avengers Mansion
Manhattan, New York, NY, USA
Bruce woke up to the calm quiet of an early morning. He lay still, eyes closed, filling his mind with information about his surroundings: the mansion was silent, which meant the other occupants were either still asleep or far enough from their room to maintain the illusion of a slumbering building; Tony’s warm, solid body was slightly pressed against his, the other man’s steady breaths suggesting he was still asleep.
Even without opening his eyes, Bruce could say with absolute certainty that it was Tony. He could not hear or see the arc reactor, but there was a distinct mix of smells unique to him, and Tony never breathed as deeply in his sleep as other people, mostly due to the reactor mounted in his chest, on top of his lungs.
He felt calm, which was good; he liked these mornings the best. There was no shouting, gunfire or a half-naked chase down the streets, his heart beating madly in his chest and his every thought circling around can’t let him out and need to get away. Bruce’d had too many of those mornings, days and nights, and he was happy to just laze around in bed and embrace the fact that he was allowed to lull himself into a false sense of security without it blowing up in his face immediately.
Tony and the others kept telling him he was safe here. Tony more than most… Bruce knew, rationally, that Tony would do all in his power to stand by those words, and the things Tony Stark could do that were within his power - or which he made that way - were mind-blowingly vast and far-reaching.
Perhaps Bruce should have thought twice before getting into a relationship with him. He should have been able to tell his heart and yearning soul ‘no’, like he’d done with other people before Tony. It should have been a precise, surgical cut away from this life and moving back to the one he knew better: the one where he ran and ran, never stopping, never comfortable enough to stop looking over his shoulder.
Now, when he looked over his shoulder, he saw solid walls that were not a prison, and on his other side the man he’d already confessed to, out loud, that he loved.
He was totally, hopelessly, entirely fucked.
So fucked, in fact, that he rather looked forward to it becoming the norm.
A smile curled his lips and he looked at the line of Tony’s back. The sheets had been pushed off during some hour of the night and Bruce could trail his form all the way down to the dip of his waist, the gentle, round rise of his hip and then mid-thigh before his view was obstructed. He knew Tony would shift soon, because the pressure on his chest would become noticeable enough to warrant an adjustment, but for now, he looked like a perfectly live version of some daydream Bruce had never had before meeting this man; sexual frustration hadn’t been one of his problems. His time had been better spent studying, researching, and bottling up all those nasty little thoughts of violence and anger.
Now that he was allowed to feel an array of feelings of a sexual nature, he considered his options. He didn’t feel remorseful or like he had done something wrong, but their previous night with Jane and Thor had been a pleasant affair - until they returned to the mansion and got a face full of questions that Bruce wasn’t willing or able to deal with.
They hadn’t gone to bed angry, exactly, thanks to Tony’s efforts to talk things through. The night had been somewhat ruined, though, the jovial mood lost, and Bruce felt a little like he should make it up to the other man - and himself - but mostly Tony because between the two of them, Bruce had lost his temper and left.
As expected, Tony shifted and turned onto his back, still asleep. Bruce resisted the temptation to kiss his slack lips and risk waking him up. Instead, he tugged the sheet a little higher so that Tony wouldn’t get cold, then left the bed with a silent and agile grace the other man often hated: Tony was the one who’d slunk out of bed after a night with a stranger, and Tony hated to be on the receiving end of it when he would have rather enjoyed the presence of that person. Or, Bruce.
Bruce gave the man a fond look, then turned and entered the bathroom. He closed the door and slid his finger along the dial on the wall, turning the lights up to the max. In the mirror, he saw his hair standing up, a mess of curls. He looked well-rested, well-fed and generally better looked-after than he had been in years. Staying in one place, living a fairly normal life, was starting to show.
It wasn’t a bad change.
He pursed his lips and then leaned forward, sliding his fingers against his face and the faint stubble on his cheeks and chin, then checked his lips and opened his mouth. Methodically, he went over every square inch of skin, from the inside of his cheeks to his lips, tongue, gums, and the roof of his mouth. It felt uncomfortable in places, but he had to be sure, for his own peace of mind. There was no compromise when it came to the safety of his lover.
Once satisfied, Bruce checked his hands as well, for any scrapes or broken skin, made sure his nails were blunt and without sharp edges. He washed his hands, splashed water on his face, and even tried to control the unruly curls with his wet fingers before drying his face and hands, nodding at himself in the mirror.
Bruce supposed other people didn’t stress so much about what he was planning to do. People called it ‘natural’, but for him it was almost methodical. He enjoyed himself more these days, that was no lie, and Tony’s constant pushing at his thresholds was speeding that process. Still, Bruce needed to find the brakes occasionally and feel like he was in total control of the situation.
He opened the door and switched off the lights. His eyes found Tony, still asleep, and he approached the bed silently, getting up on it as gently as he could. He knew Tony hated being startled out of his sleep just as much as Bruce did - the curse of many past traumas - so he carefully moved to straddle Tony’s knees, then pulled down the sheet, dragging it against Tony’s skin to wake him up.
Sure enough, the brown eyes blinked open, and as soon as Tony’s brain registered what was happening, a smile curved his lips. “Mornin’,” he murmured, voice still gravely. It was a rare spectacle to see Tony like this, vulnerable yet feeling safe, willing to drop so many of the defenses he kept between himself and people. With just the two of them, Bruce and Tony acted like slightly different people - or more like themselves; these times were a rarity, and it was sometimes hard to remember that the front was just pretense, not the real deal.
“Morning,” Bruce replied, then placed his palms on either side of Tony’s head on the bed and leaned down to kiss him. Tony hummed into it, soft and pliant beneath him, clearly not expecting what Bruce’s brain had already planned out. That had to be one of the reasons Tony so often declared how much he loved Bruce’s brain. The thought made him chuckle and draw back, Tony’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out the source of his amusement.
“Do you want to go to the lab?” Tony asked. He wasn’t even properly awake and already he was thinking of science. That was an endearing quality, for sure, but it wasn’t part of Bruce’s immediate plans.
“Not yet,” Bruce shook his head, then moved his hands down to Tony’s waist, and with calm deliberate movements pushed up the top Tony often wore to bed. He was aware of Tony’s eyes on him, and the breaths that had turned measured. Tony didn’t move to help, didn’t ask what was on the menu; Bruce knew the other man trusted him and most likely had no objections.
After all, no one could shut Tony Stark up if he wanted to interject.
With the tank top pushed up to mid-chest, Bruce returned his hands to Tony’s hips and slid his fingertips beneath the edge of his underwear. The material was soft and comfortable, and the skin beneath it was warm. Tony’s breaths changed just a little, and Bruce dragged down the briefs, all the way to his ankles because he needed them out of the way.
“What do you want?” Tony asked, because he could stay silent only for so long.
“You,” Bruce told him, “on your back. Stay like that,” he urged, and Tony settled his head down on the pillow, trying to relax although it wasn’t really working.
“Like this?” Tony asked. He wasn’t nervous, not really, but whenever Bruce initiated sex, it felt almost like Tony needed to know how to perform his part.
“Yeah, like that,” Bruce instructed needlessly, to not leave Tony hanging. His right hand moved up Tony’s thigh to where his cock lay between his legs. He wasn’t hard yet, but Bruce’s touch coaxed out an immediate reaction, and besides, he wasn’t in any hurry at this point; he took his time, rubbing his fingers along the soft skin, feeling the veins and muscle. After he started to receive an erection in response to his caresses, he adjusted his hold and leaned to the side, his left hand reaching out for the night stand and found the bottle of lube they kept inside.
Beneath him, Tony groaned, his legs shifting slightly, hips following, and Bruce looked down at him. It wasn’t fair to Tony that he looked so wary, so restrained, but it was a necessity while in bed with Bruce; the other guy was always lurking just beneath his skin. Right now, Bruce felt calm and peaceful, and he allowed the fingers of his right hand to reach a little lower along Tony’s shaft, dragging against his balls. Tony tried to spread his thighs but couldn’t with Bruce’s legs in the way, and the scientist supposed it was time to move on to the next phase, now that he had the lube.
He moved back a bit, dropping the tube of lube at the edge of the bed, then methodically grasped Tony’s knees and drew them apart, settling between his legs. It was unfair, the feelings that pooled inside him at the sight and feel of Tony’s legs brushing against his sides.
“Are we going to -?”
“No,” Bruce shook his head.
Tony let out the air he had been holding. “Okay.” It was hard to tell whether he was disappointed or relieved. Sure, they had talked about the old-fashioned, penetrative sex, but Bruce didn’t think his current calm could handle that. The mere idea, of being that much more connected with Tony, made his skin feel one size too small.
Bruce forced his mind back to the moment and the things he had decided to do, earlier this morning. His right hand returned to Tony’s cock, stroking it, and his eyes followed the uneasy movements of Tony’s fingers against the sheets. Bruce dragged his thumb across the head of Tony’s cock and watched his stomach muscles tighten. His chest rose and fell, the arc reactor moving with it, his ribs shoving upwards beneath the skin as his back arched a little, then settled down again to lessen the strain. Bruce’s fingers slid down towards the base of Tony’s cock and felt the trimmed hair scratch against his skin. His thumb pressed up along the underside, making Tony close his eyes and make a contented sound.
One day, Bruce was going to dig up those reflexology charts and see just how relaxed and pain-free he could render the other man.
For now, though, he shifted his body to lie down on the bed, propped up on his elbows, then placed his mouth on Tony’s cock and proceeded to map out every little spot he already should have known, but which were different under his tongue. He could feel Tony’s muscles tightening, suppressing the urge to shove his hips up. Bruce debated throwing his arm over his hips to keep him still, just in case, but trusted Tony’s self-control for now; it would give him something to focus on, because accidentally or purposefully shoving his cock down Bruce’s throat would lead to an inevitable stop to these proceedings if the other guy made a sudden appearance.
Knowing his technique could use a lot of improvement, Bruce focused on the sensitive glans, traveling along its edges and across the surface. His right hand was making small motions at the base, spreading out the sensations, and so far Tony wasn’t complaining.
Then again, the times when Bruce had put his mouth on any part of Tony other than his lips were rare, especially without protection, so there were probably very few reasons why Tony would call for a break.
As Tony’s exhales got louder, Bruce moved on with his plan; he found the lube where he had left it, managed to open it with just one hand, but eventually needed both in order to not make a mess on the sheets by squeezing out too much. Deciding his mouth deserved a respite anyway, he lifted his head and looked at what his hands were doing. He opted to coat two fingers of his right hand with the lube, since he wasn’t as dexterous with his left.
By the time he was done, the cap of the lube back in place and his fingers warming the lube to skin temperature, Tony had lifted his head and was following the proceedings. He had been biting and licking his lips, and his fingers had a firm hold on the sheets. His mind had probably come up with a dozen scenarios for what would follow, but Bruce was a simple man of simple pleasures: he took his fingers down a familiar path and, after finding what he was looking for, directed his forefinger inside Tony’s ass. There was barely any resistance between the lube and Bruce’s smooth pressure. Tony allowed his head to fall back onto the pillow, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, jaw working.
Bruce knew he wasn’t trying to distract himself, but rather make himself last; not letting his mind wander but giving it enough freedom to not become blinded by Bruce’s actions. His thighs spread a little, to give Bruce more room to work, and with an appreciative smile Bruce bowed his head again and nuzzled along Tony’s cock before using his left hand to raise it from Tony’s stomach and drag his tongue along it again.
His finger continued a steady motion until he pushed his middle finger in with the first, stretching a little but not enough to distract the steady build-up of pleasure. He rotated his hand and pressed his thumb along Tony’s perineum, moving it back and forth with increasing pressure while his fingers searched on the inside. He got a rather vocal response to that, in the form of a choked-off moan and something close to a whimper. Bruce knew when his thumb pressed against Tony’s prostate from the outside because there was no biting back that groan of pleasure - and then his fingers on the inside must have reached their intended destination because Tony’s hips jerked, as did his cock, and his hands flew off the sheets and hovered for a bit before one settled on Bruce’s neck, in his hairline, while the other landed in Tony’s own hair, squeezing hard enough that it looked painful.
“Holy hell, Banner,” he gasped, and Bruce kept going because he now had Tony by the balls without even having to resort to holding them - although he did anyway, with his left hand, as his mouth continued at a rather lazy yet thorough pace on his cock. Tony’s breaths were turning into steady whines and when Bruce looked up, his eyes were screwed shut, chest heaving, sweat on his skin.
Bruce had him right where he had wanted.
When Tony came undone a few short, glorious minutes later - after balancing on top of his orgasm in what looked like a precarious and enthralling position - Bruce’s jaw was aching a little and he was glad to pull off. The taste of cum didn’t annoy him, but his jaw needed some flexing, plus his tongue appreciated the break before it got a cramp.
He couldn’t go far with Tony’s hand still clutching at him, short nails digging into his skin, scratching against the back of his neck. Bruce withdrew his fingers slowly, carefully, and looked at Tony’s dazed expression: he was blinking his eyes as if he’d just woken up all over again, and that alone was worth every imaginable stiffness and cramp.
Eventually Tony’s eyes found his face. “What was that?” he asked.
Bruce smiled, bemused, and moved up to rest half beside the other man, half on top of him - mostly because Tony still refused to let go of his neck. “A blow job,” he answered kindly. “Or don’t you think it qualifies?”
Tony’s eyes screamed ‘shut up’ at him, and the genius rolled towards him, to mash their mouths together. The kiss was lazy and a tad desperate on Tony’s part, and during the course of it Bruce felt Tony’s free hand sneak between Bruce’s legs. Bruce moved to intercept it just as clever fingers curled around his clothed cock and gently pried it away. “Come on,” Tony whined against his lips, pulling back to meet Bruce’s gaze. “Just let me. Don’t think. Don’t get excited. Just -”
“I think I would have to get at least a little excited,” Bruce noted dryly and drew Tony’s hand up to kiss his fingers. “It’s fine. I’ll deal with it in the shower.”
“How is that any different from me dealing with it?” Tony asked, feigning hurt - or maybe he wasn’t feigning.
“It just is, trust me. This wasn’t about that.”
“It should be,” Tony insisted. “Just my hand. I’ll be quick. You were so amazing just now,” he kept talking, eyes pleading.
Bruce almost caved, because it would be nice, but he needed to clean up, to center himself. “I didn’t just bring you off to get some myself. It wasn’t part of the plan.”
“Then change the goddamn plan!” Tony snapped, actual heat in his voice this time. The post-orgasmic bliss was gone, and Bruce really, really didn’t want to fight about this.
“In the shower,” he acquiesced. “And… slowly.”
“As slow as you want,” Tony promised him, all sultry looks and soft lips now, carding his fingers through Bruce’s hair before levering himself off the bed and towards the bathroom.
No time like the present, Bruce mused and followed him, shedding his clothes. He almost got a face full of Tony’s tank top as it came flying out the open bathroom door, and Bruce brushed it to one side of the floor, joining Tony in the shower.
This day was starting on a good note, and there was no reason to ruin it by refusing Tony the pleasure of returning the favor Bruce hadn’t considered a favor in the first place.
Just an alternative ‘good morning’ after a rather shitty ‘good night’.
- the end -
Author’s note: Is it just me or did this become plottier/more reflective than plain old PWP smut? I’m sorry. I’ll do better next time. Maybe.