Sexy Phases; 2: Smooth Sailing
Timeline: Shortly after ‘ Chapter 28: For Future Reference’ of “Handling Pointy Things”.
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Summary: Tony takes a bath, shaves, and tries to figure out what to do with the rest of his evening. Upon entering their room, Bruce gets an idea.
Warnings: Language
Sexual content: M/M, frottage, humping, kissing, rimming.
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2: Smooth Sailing
Avengers Mansion
Manhattan, New York, NY, USA
Tony was lying on the bed, fresh from a bath, only dressed in a pair of black boxers, undecided as to whether he should get dressed and go down to the workshop or remain in bed and try to catch a decent amount of sleep for once.
Bruce had gotten up to go to the kitchen for a midnight snack - not that it was midnight yet, but it was late. It was possible someone else was still up and Bruce wouldn’t come back right away, so Tony lay down on his stomach, propped up on his elbows as comfortably as possible, and picked up his tablet, moving things around the screen absentmindedly. He wasn’t getting any real work done like this, but he didn’t feel like going down to the shop either…
He heard the door open, which heralded Bruce’s return. Tony made a sound of greeting and listened as Bruce went to the bathroom, moved around for a bit while doing something, then came out.
“You shaved,” the other man said.
“Yup,” Tony nodded his head.
It was fairly obvious neither of them was talking about his face, although Tony had touched up the goatee a bit, to keep it perfectly trimmed.
“Everything?” came Bruce’s next question.
Tony’s mouth twitched into a smile he couldn’t help. “Most of it.”
He heard the other man move from the bathroom doorway to the bed. The mattress dipped, just a little, when Bruce’s weight settled on it. His clothed legs brushed against Tony’s bare ones. The sensation was… different, with his skin smooth and sensitive.
“You sure you didn’t go a little overboard there?” Bruce asked, but he didn’t sound weirded out by it. More like testing the waters to hear Tony’s opinion on the matter.
“Are you implying I got carried away?” Tony challenged.
Bruce let out a sound that wasn’t a word by itself, but he didn’t elaborate either. Instead, his hands ran up the backs of Tony’s legs, teasing, almost tickling, creating slight tremors as they reached Tony’s hips. Bruce’s touch hovered, as if indecisive - then he leaned down and inhaled. It may have been really weird, especially the small moan that followed, but Tony knew what Bruce was doing: he was looking for the distinct smell of the shaving cream Tony had used while in the bath.
Reaching a decision, Bruce’s fingers gripped his ass cheeks through the clothing of his underwear. The action spread him open, just a little, and Tony exhaled at the sensation - then drew in a quick lungful of air as Bruce’s face pressed against his backside, breaths hot against the boxers.
Teeth dug into the flesh of his right ass cheek after a second, gentle yet firmly. Tony resisted the temptation to move in some way, but he ended up staying put and trying to predict Bruce’s next move; it involved gripping Tony’s ass a little tighter and Bruce sticking his tongue towards Tony’s hole through the underwear. The firm, pointed tip of his tongue pressed against the circle of muscle, teasing, and Tony’s fingers tightened around the tablet when the pressure disappeared - then reappeared and increased with twice the effort.
Tony tossed the tablet to the side before he broke it. He didn’t question any of this, either, because times like these were rare: Bruce’s mind didn’t just jump into ‘sex-mode’; everything he did included arduous over-thinking, and one wrong question or comment from Tony could break his concentration and the bubble of control Bruce pretended he needed against the Hulk.
Uninterrupted, Bruce kept at it, tongue poking, breaths hot against the cloth that remained as a barrier between them. Tony would have loved to strip, but perhaps Bruce was going somewhere with this…
He did, eventually: Bruce must have grown tired of Tony’s underwear because after a minute or so he tugged it down and off his legs, then shifted on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he told Tony - who did as he was told because only good things could come from such a request.
Things like Bruce’s mouth on his naked ass, returning to his earlier activity with gusto.
They had done this before, once. It had been over too soon, taking Tony totally by surprise, but now he willed himself to remain calm, to not hump the bed, and to enjoy the fact that Bruce had decided to do this, completely on his own.
Tony and Bruce had become used to a certain level of intimacy, but they were still moving at a pace Bruce felt comfortable with. That pace led Bruce to take the reins in order to feel he was in control of the situation, but that didn’t mean things like this happened often, with Bruce coming at him out of the blue and making Tony’s heart flutter with something that had to be pure excitement.
It was one thing to kiss and grind, jerk off or trade blow jobs; while exciting, they felt like foreplay in a sense - a prelude to something they hadn’t reached yet. Tony could admit he had a special place for it in his heart whenever Bruce stuck some part of his anatomy inside his ass. Usually it was fingers, knowledgeable and solid, but Tony made a small, selfish prayer that this wouldn’t be the last time Bruce rimmed him, because nothing compared to the feeling of Bruce’s breaths against his sensitive skin and the other man eating him out as if Bruce spared no second thoughts as to where, exactly, he was sticking his tongue.
Tony would have kissed him right then had Bruce lifted his head long enough for him to do that - no matter where his mouth had just been.
As those thoughts circled in Tony’s head, Bruce withdrew his tongue slightly, lapping at the outside again, poking at the rim of muscle. It felt amazing, making Tony grind against the bed, just a little. He wanted to touch himself but knew he would come too fast if he did.
“Do that again,” Bruce murmured, then nipped at the flesh of his ass lightly, carefully.
“What?” Tony asked, because he felt like he was doing so many things right now he couldn’t select just one and hope it was what Bruce meant.
“Lift your hips and rub your cock against the bed,” the other man clarified.
Tony didn’t blush at many things, but he did as he adjusted his legs - keeping them wide for Bruce - and found just the right height to drag his cock back and forth against the covers. They would have to change the sheets after they were done, and Tony’s skin might be sore - which Bruce should know - but the other man promptly pressed his face back against Tony’s perineum and hole, obliterating any doubts that this wasn’t a fucking fantastic idea.
He tried to keep his movements controlled at first, to not push against Bruce’s face, but Bruce grabbed his hips, thumbs digging into his ass-cheeks while his tongue penetrated him again, and Tony’s world narrowed into pushing his cock against the bed and shoving his ass back on Bruce’s tongue. It made him groan and pant, and when he finally got close, hips dropping lower to grind properly against the sheets, Bruce leaned in with him, sucking on his hole, his right hand slipping lower, thumb digging in behind his scrotum, rubbing firmly right where his prostate was.
Tony came with a litany of stuttered swear-words he wasn’t fully aware of and then sagged down, feeling so damn good. He was dimly aware of Bruce moving back and shifting, and then he thought he heard something, which forced him to open his eyes and look back over his shoulder.
Sure enough, Bruce was palming himself through his cargo pants, not being particularly gentle about it either. His expression was almost pained, and Tony rolled over without thinking, his own euphoria almost gone by now.
“Tony,” Bruce started, as if knowing what he was planning.
“Come here and kiss me,” Tony ordered, sitting up a little, then tried scooting closer to Bruce while his limbs were still getting with the program after his orgasm. Bruce didn’t come willingly, so Tony reached out, tugged on his hair and pulled him over, pressing their lips together. Bruce hesitated for a fairly impressive five seconds before Tony managed to lure his mouth open for a proper, dirty kiss. He wasn’t going to dwell on the word dirty, but it definitely applied.
Bruce groaned, finally leaning closer on his own as if he could no longer resist it. His hips shifted towards Tony’s body and it had to be a snap decision when Bruce rearranged Tony’s legs so that he could settle between them - then lifted Tony’s hips higher, closer, and suddenly Tony knew what he was going for: Bruce’s crotch was right against his, clothed and naked skin pressed together. The first grinding motion of Bruce’s hips was almost desperate, and Tony pushed his legs tighter around the other man’s body, arms seeking purchase on his shoulders as they kept kissing.
The friction of Bruce’s pants against his skin bordered on the verge of pleasant and painful. Tony could tell from the small full-body shivers running up and down Bruce’s body whenever he managed to bring himself the most pleasure, his body seeking to repeat the same motion again and again until he lost the angle and had to look for a new one. The steady pressure on his genitals ensured that Tony didn’t go flaccid after his own release, remaining half-hard as if his cock were teetering in indecision about whether it could go another round, or if this was as good as it was going to get.
Bruce found the perfect angle again, digging into it, then groaned and drew back as he lost it.
“This isn’t working,” Tony noted as Bruce pulled their lips apart.
“It will do…”
“I think I already have fabric burns on my dick from the bedspread,” Tony accused. He reached back, to tug open the bedside drawer, forced to leave Bruce’s lap in order to do it. He found the box of condoms - the especially thick ones Bruce preferred - and held it between them. “Put this on. I’ll -”
“No,” Bruce said but took it anyway. “I… think I want to finish the way I started,” he stated.
Tony frowned, unsure what they were talking about.
Bruce unzipped his pants, almost as if expecting some kind of monster to jump out. Well, his cock sure looked angry for being handled in such a way, and it took Bruce a bit to maneuver the condom onto it. Tony watched him struggle, wanting to help - whether that was by wrapping his fingers around the swollen flesh or blowing him, he didn’t care.
Once the condom was securely in place, Bruce’s hand jerked and adopted an almost punishing pace for the next few seconds until he slowed down and halted altogether, as if hitting the emergency brakes. It looked painful and Tony wasn’t sure he comprehended why Bruce would be slowing down now; Bruce was still cautious of getting ‘too excited’, whatever that meant. Perhaps he feared the loss of control that would come with a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck, Tony,” the scientist murmured. He sounded so… broken, but in a good way. It meant his resolve was weakening, like a normal person’s.
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” Tony promised. At this point Bruce needed to be the one to make the choices.
“Turn back to your stomach,” Bruce decided.
Tony nodded and did as he was told. He felt a damp spot against his stomach but ignored it.
“Can you lift your hips? Like before,” Bruce requested.
Tony did, feeling a bit like he was on display - which was nothing new, really. Besides, he knew Bruce was a visual person, in a lot of ways, having spent so much time not touching things, whether those were objects or people.
“Look at you,” Bruce went on almost fondly, and Tony wasn’t certain what he was seeing right now that warranted such a comment.
“Like what you see?” Tony asked anyway, trying to wriggle his ass from side to side.
Bruce didn’t laugh, or even chuckle. For a bit Tony was worried he had done something wrong and tried to take a look at the other man over his shoulder. Bruce was still there, kneeling on the bed, cock in hand. He looked hungry and indecisive all at once before he moved forward, legs straddling one of Tony’s, and suddenly the pulsing length of his cock was right there against Tony’s upturned ass. “Can I?” Bruce asked, desperation back in his tone. “I need… God, I need to feel you so bad.”
Tony wasn’t certain what Bruce was asking for. That didn’t change his answer in the slightest: “Do it,” he ordered, although softly. This had to be done Bruce’s way - no matter how slow and agitating that was, at times.
Bruce’s hips shifted, one of his hands guiding his cock down to the crack of his ass, and then he moved, rubbing up and down between Tony’s buttocks. It felt good on Tony’s sensitive skin; he could feel Bruce’s cock rubbing across his hole almost pointedly, more often than could be an accident, and he kept expecting him to change the angle and just push in. Tony was certain that he could take it, feeling relaxed after the rim job.
“Please,” he murmured, thighs shivering. “Just… push in,” Tony asked, knowing that sometimes Bruce needed a little encouragement.
“No,” the other man refused.
“Just a little. Just the head,” Tony tried to convince him. They had both waited for this for so long, and they were so close to the actual act of penetrative -
“No!” Bruce snapped, in that voice that suggested he wasn’t going to be talked into anything more than he was agreeable to doing - which was rubbing his dick back and forth against Tony’s ass, one hand keeping it there, pushing it down firmly, and then Bruce came with a long groan, hips jerking and coming to a halt, then drawing back.
Tony remained as he was for a moment, fairly certain his services were no longer required. He didn’t feel used, really, but for a moment he had been so hopeful they might actually get one long-awaited event crossed off their list.
“Hey,” Bruce’s voice dragged him out of his dark thoughts and Tony rolled to one side of the bed, looking at Bruce as the other man came back from disposing of the condom. “I’m sorry if it… I don’t want to appear ungrateful,” Bruce said, settling on the bed beside him, trying to lock eyes with Tony’s.
“Ungrateful?” Tony frowned, finally agreeing to look at him properly. “We’re in a relationship. There’s nothing ungrateful about… anything.”
“I used your body -”
“To get off, which was great!” Tony snapped, a bit angry. “That’s what I’m here for. That’s what I’ll be offering to you as long as we’re together. I get that sometimes you don’t need me directly interfering, which is fine. As long as I get to be there…”
Bruce sighed and placed his head on Tony’s shoulder, the weight of his body almost threatening to make Tony fall over onto his back. “You asked me for something and I refused.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Tony started.
“I know it is,” Bruce huffed against his skin. “Don’t pretend it isn’t. I could have… but I didn’t, and I don’t have a good excuse for it, other than that I was afraid I was already going to lose control.”
“You didn’t,” Tony consoled him. “And I think you weren’t that close. You just got really excited about… something.”
Bruce’s lips curled into a smile and he lifted his head to look at Tony. “I think you did it on purpose,” he accused.
“Did what?” Tony frowned, and suddenly found himself pressed down, onto his back, while Bruce settled on top of him and gently lifted Tony’s arms above his head.
“You shaved,” Bruce explained - as if that were supposed to make sense. He leaned down to kiss the perfectly trimmed line of the goatee at the edge of Tony’s cheek, then moved down past his neck and shoulder - which would have been desirable places for follow-up kisses - and instead migrated over to Tony’s exposed armpit - freshly shaved - and licked the smooth skin, then sucked on it.
Tony’s body jumped, just a little. “This is not the first time I’ve shaved,” he claimed breathlessly, although he had been very thorough this time, from legs to arms to pubic hair. The last part had been tricky but he had been practicing, and he wasn’t naturally all that hairy to begin with - not like Bruce, who was still inspecting the sensitive area of Tony’s left armpit as if he were going to turn it into an erogenous zone.
It was possible he was succeeding, too.
“I hope you know I don’t care either way,” Bruce murmured between kisses and licks. “But I’ve got to say, when you shave your genitals…” His right hand moved down from Tony’s wrists, unerringly finding the trimmed treasure trail and following it down to the patch of hair Tony had left around his cock after a long debate. He stroked Tony, one, twice, then moved down over his smooth balls and further past them, making Tony itch to part his legs again, just in case they weren’t done. Bruce’s hand stroked here and there, caressing, then drew back up to Tony’s cock. He shifted a little, his face moving away from Tony’s armpit in order to look him in the face. “I lived in a sewer for a while, did you know that? So, after that experience, walking into my bedroom and finding you there, freshly bathed and clean shaven…”
“If you ever want to freshen up that comparison again, just let me know,” Tony grinned. “I’m certain the sewers under here are very accommodating -” Bruce’s nails pinched his scrotum, making Tony’s breath stop short.
“It was a horrible experience,” Bruce informed him.
“Can I call you ‘Sewer Rat’ from now on?”
“Not if you know what’s best for you,” Bruce threatened and leaned in to kiss him.
In between Bruce’s hand stroking him and the other still holding his arms captive, Tony decided some things were better left alone.
- the end -
Author’s note: Parts of the sex acts on this little piece were inspired by a porn clip I saw the day I wanted to write Bruce rimming Tony (I have a thing for that, okay?).
Also, I have no idea how that angst got included in a fairly well constructed PWP. (I won’t apologize since all that angst is part of the bigger picture…)
Story info
Characters: Bruce Banner (Hulk), Tony Stark (Iron Man)
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Summary: Tony takes a bath, shaves, and tries to figure out what to do with the rest of his evening. Upon entering their room, Bruce gets an idea.
Warnings: Language
Sexual content: M/M, frottage, humping, kissing, rimming.
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2: Smooth Sailing
Avengers Mansion
Manhattan, New York, NY, USA
Tony was lying on the bed, fresh from a bath, only dressed in a pair of black boxers, undecided as to whether he should get dressed and go down to the workshop or remain in bed and try to catch a decent amount of sleep for once.
Bruce had gotten up to go to the kitchen for a midnight snack - not that it was midnight yet, but it was late. It was possible someone else was still up and Bruce wouldn’t come back right away, so Tony lay down on his stomach, propped up on his elbows as comfortably as possible, and picked up his tablet, moving things around the screen absentmindedly. He wasn’t getting any real work done like this, but he didn’t feel like going down to the shop either…
He heard the door open, which heralded Bruce’s return. Tony made a sound of greeting and listened as Bruce went to the bathroom, moved around for a bit while doing something, then came out.
“You shaved,” the other man said.
“Yup,” Tony nodded his head.
It was fairly obvious neither of them was talking about his face, although Tony had touched up the goatee a bit, to keep it perfectly trimmed.
“Everything?” came Bruce’s next question.
Tony’s mouth twitched into a smile he couldn’t help. “Most of it.”
He heard the other man move from the bathroom doorway to the bed. The mattress dipped, just a little, when Bruce’s weight settled on it. His clothed legs brushed against Tony’s bare ones. The sensation was… different, with his skin smooth and sensitive.
“You sure you didn’t go a little overboard there?” Bruce asked, but he didn’t sound weirded out by it. More like testing the waters to hear Tony’s opinion on the matter.
“Are you implying I got carried away?” Tony challenged.
Bruce let out a sound that wasn’t a word by itself, but he didn’t elaborate either. Instead, his hands ran up the backs of Tony’s legs, teasing, almost tickling, creating slight tremors as they reached Tony’s hips. Bruce’s touch hovered, as if indecisive - then he leaned down and inhaled. It may have been really weird, especially the small moan that followed, but Tony knew what Bruce was doing: he was looking for the distinct smell of the shaving cream Tony had used while in the bath.
Reaching a decision, Bruce’s fingers gripped his ass cheeks through the clothing of his underwear. The action spread him open, just a little, and Tony exhaled at the sensation - then drew in a quick lungful of air as Bruce’s face pressed against his backside, breaths hot against the boxers.
Teeth dug into the flesh of his right ass cheek after a second, gentle yet firmly. Tony resisted the temptation to move in some way, but he ended up staying put and trying to predict Bruce’s next move; it involved gripping Tony’s ass a little tighter and Bruce sticking his tongue towards Tony’s hole through the underwear. The firm, pointed tip of his tongue pressed against the circle of muscle, teasing, and Tony’s fingers tightened around the tablet when the pressure disappeared - then reappeared and increased with twice the effort.
Tony tossed the tablet to the side before he broke it. He didn’t question any of this, either, because times like these were rare: Bruce’s mind didn’t just jump into ‘sex-mode’; everything he did included arduous over-thinking, and one wrong question or comment from Tony could break his concentration and the bubble of control Bruce pretended he needed against the Hulk.
Uninterrupted, Bruce kept at it, tongue poking, breaths hot against the cloth that remained as a barrier between them. Tony would have loved to strip, but perhaps Bruce was going somewhere with this…
He did, eventually: Bruce must have grown tired of Tony’s underwear because after a minute or so he tugged it down and off his legs, then shifted on the bed. “Spread your legs,” he told Tony - who did as he was told because only good things could come from such a request.
Things like Bruce’s mouth on his naked ass, returning to his earlier activity with gusto.
They had done this before, once. It had been over too soon, taking Tony totally by surprise, but now he willed himself to remain calm, to not hump the bed, and to enjoy the fact that Bruce had decided to do this, completely on his own.
Tony and Bruce had become used to a certain level of intimacy, but they were still moving at a pace Bruce felt comfortable with. That pace led Bruce to take the reins in order to feel he was in control of the situation, but that didn’t mean things like this happened often, with Bruce coming at him out of the blue and making Tony’s heart flutter with something that had to be pure excitement.
It was one thing to kiss and grind, jerk off or trade blow jobs; while exciting, they felt like foreplay in a sense - a prelude to something they hadn’t reached yet. Tony could admit he had a special place for it in his heart whenever Bruce stuck some part of his anatomy inside his ass. Usually it was fingers, knowledgeable and solid, but Tony made a small, selfish prayer that this wouldn’t be the last time Bruce rimmed him, because nothing compared to the feeling of Bruce’s breaths against his sensitive skin and the other man eating him out as if Bruce spared no second thoughts as to where, exactly, he was sticking his tongue.
Tony would have kissed him right then had Bruce lifted his head long enough for him to do that - no matter where his mouth had just been.
As those thoughts circled in Tony’s head, Bruce withdrew his tongue slightly, lapping at the outside again, poking at the rim of muscle. It felt amazing, making Tony grind against the bed, just a little. He wanted to touch himself but knew he would come too fast if he did.
“Do that again,” Bruce murmured, then nipped at the flesh of his ass lightly, carefully.
“What?” Tony asked, because he felt like he was doing so many things right now he couldn’t select just one and hope it was what Bruce meant.
“Lift your hips and rub your cock against the bed,” the other man clarified.
Tony didn’t blush at many things, but he did as he adjusted his legs - keeping them wide for Bruce - and found just the right height to drag his cock back and forth against the covers. They would have to change the sheets after they were done, and Tony’s skin might be sore - which Bruce should know - but the other man promptly pressed his face back against Tony’s perineum and hole, obliterating any doubts that this wasn’t a fucking fantastic idea.
He tried to keep his movements controlled at first, to not push against Bruce’s face, but Bruce grabbed his hips, thumbs digging into his ass-cheeks while his tongue penetrated him again, and Tony’s world narrowed into pushing his cock against the bed and shoving his ass back on Bruce’s tongue. It made him groan and pant, and when he finally got close, hips dropping lower to grind properly against the sheets, Bruce leaned in with him, sucking on his hole, his right hand slipping lower, thumb digging in behind his scrotum, rubbing firmly right where his prostate was.
Tony came with a litany of stuttered swear-words he wasn’t fully aware of and then sagged down, feeling so damn good. He was dimly aware of Bruce moving back and shifting, and then he thought he heard something, which forced him to open his eyes and look back over his shoulder.
Sure enough, Bruce was palming himself through his cargo pants, not being particularly gentle about it either. His expression was almost pained, and Tony rolled over without thinking, his own euphoria almost gone by now.
“Tony,” Bruce started, as if knowing what he was planning.
“Come here and kiss me,” Tony ordered, sitting up a little, then tried scooting closer to Bruce while his limbs were still getting with the program after his orgasm. Bruce didn’t come willingly, so Tony reached out, tugged on his hair and pulled him over, pressing their lips together. Bruce hesitated for a fairly impressive five seconds before Tony managed to lure his mouth open for a proper, dirty kiss. He wasn’t going to dwell on the word dirty, but it definitely applied.
Bruce groaned, finally leaning closer on his own as if he could no longer resist it. His hips shifted towards Tony’s body and it had to be a snap decision when Bruce rearranged Tony’s legs so that he could settle between them - then lifted Tony’s hips higher, closer, and suddenly Tony knew what he was going for: Bruce’s crotch was right against his, clothed and naked skin pressed together. The first grinding motion of Bruce’s hips was almost desperate, and Tony pushed his legs tighter around the other man’s body, arms seeking purchase on his shoulders as they kept kissing.
The friction of Bruce’s pants against his skin bordered on the verge of pleasant and painful. Tony could tell from the small full-body shivers running up and down Bruce’s body whenever he managed to bring himself the most pleasure, his body seeking to repeat the same motion again and again until he lost the angle and had to look for a new one. The steady pressure on his genitals ensured that Tony didn’t go flaccid after his own release, remaining half-hard as if his cock were teetering in indecision about whether it could go another round, or if this was as good as it was going to get.
Bruce found the perfect angle again, digging into it, then groaned and drew back as he lost it.
“This isn’t working,” Tony noted as Bruce pulled their lips apart.
“It will do…”
“I think I already have fabric burns on my dick from the bedspread,” Tony accused. He reached back, to tug open the bedside drawer, forced to leave Bruce’s lap in order to do it. He found the box of condoms - the especially thick ones Bruce preferred - and held it between them. “Put this on. I’ll -”
“No,” Bruce said but took it anyway. “I… think I want to finish the way I started,” he stated.
Tony frowned, unsure what they were talking about.
Bruce unzipped his pants, almost as if expecting some kind of monster to jump out. Well, his cock sure looked angry for being handled in such a way, and it took Bruce a bit to maneuver the condom onto it. Tony watched him struggle, wanting to help - whether that was by wrapping his fingers around the swollen flesh or blowing him, he didn’t care.
Once the condom was securely in place, Bruce’s hand jerked and adopted an almost punishing pace for the next few seconds until he slowed down and halted altogether, as if hitting the emergency brakes. It looked painful and Tony wasn’t sure he comprehended why Bruce would be slowing down now; Bruce was still cautious of getting ‘too excited’, whatever that meant. Perhaps he feared the loss of control that would come with a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck, Tony,” the scientist murmured. He sounded so… broken, but in a good way. It meant his resolve was weakening, like a normal person’s.
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it,” Tony promised. At this point Bruce needed to be the one to make the choices.
“Turn back to your stomach,” Bruce decided.
Tony nodded and did as he was told. He felt a damp spot against his stomach but ignored it.
“Can you lift your hips? Like before,” Bruce requested.
Tony did, feeling a bit like he was on display - which was nothing new, really. Besides, he knew Bruce was a visual person, in a lot of ways, having spent so much time not touching things, whether those were objects or people.
“Look at you,” Bruce went on almost fondly, and Tony wasn’t certain what he was seeing right now that warranted such a comment.
“Like what you see?” Tony asked anyway, trying to wriggle his ass from side to side.
Bruce didn’t laugh, or even chuckle. For a bit Tony was worried he had done something wrong and tried to take a look at the other man over his shoulder. Bruce was still there, kneeling on the bed, cock in hand. He looked hungry and indecisive all at once before he moved forward, legs straddling one of Tony’s, and suddenly the pulsing length of his cock was right there against Tony’s upturned ass. “Can I?” Bruce asked, desperation back in his tone. “I need… God, I need to feel you so bad.”
Tony wasn’t certain what Bruce was asking for. That didn’t change his answer in the slightest: “Do it,” he ordered, although softly. This had to be done Bruce’s way - no matter how slow and agitating that was, at times.
Bruce’s hips shifted, one of his hands guiding his cock down to the crack of his ass, and then he moved, rubbing up and down between Tony’s buttocks. It felt good on Tony’s sensitive skin; he could feel Bruce’s cock rubbing across his hole almost pointedly, more often than could be an accident, and he kept expecting him to change the angle and just push in. Tony was certain that he could take it, feeling relaxed after the rim job.
“Please,” he murmured, thighs shivering. “Just… push in,” Tony asked, knowing that sometimes Bruce needed a little encouragement.
“No,” the other man refused.
“Just a little. Just the head,” Tony tried to convince him. They had both waited for this for so long, and they were so close to the actual act of penetrative -
“No!” Bruce snapped, in that voice that suggested he wasn’t going to be talked into anything more than he was agreeable to doing - which was rubbing his dick back and forth against Tony’s ass, one hand keeping it there, pushing it down firmly, and then Bruce came with a long groan, hips jerking and coming to a halt, then drawing back.
Tony remained as he was for a moment, fairly certain his services were no longer required. He didn’t feel used, really, but for a moment he had been so hopeful they might actually get one long-awaited event crossed off their list.
“Hey,” Bruce’s voice dragged him out of his dark thoughts and Tony rolled to one side of the bed, looking at Bruce as the other man came back from disposing of the condom. “I’m sorry if it… I don’t want to appear ungrateful,” Bruce said, settling on the bed beside him, trying to lock eyes with Tony’s.
“Ungrateful?” Tony frowned, finally agreeing to look at him properly. “We’re in a relationship. There’s nothing ungrateful about… anything.”
“I used your body -”
“To get off, which was great!” Tony snapped, a bit angry. “That’s what I’m here for. That’s what I’ll be offering to you as long as we’re together. I get that sometimes you don’t need me directly interfering, which is fine. As long as I get to be there…”
Bruce sighed and placed his head on Tony’s shoulder, the weight of his body almost threatening to make Tony fall over onto his back. “You asked me for something and I refused.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Tony started.
“I know it is,” Bruce huffed against his skin. “Don’t pretend it isn’t. I could have… but I didn’t, and I don’t have a good excuse for it, other than that I was afraid I was already going to lose control.”
“You didn’t,” Tony consoled him. “And I think you weren’t that close. You just got really excited about… something.”
Bruce’s lips curled into a smile and he lifted his head to look at Tony. “I think you did it on purpose,” he accused.
“Did what?” Tony frowned, and suddenly found himself pressed down, onto his back, while Bruce settled on top of him and gently lifted Tony’s arms above his head.
“You shaved,” Bruce explained - as if that were supposed to make sense. He leaned down to kiss the perfectly trimmed line of the goatee at the edge of Tony’s cheek, then moved down past his neck and shoulder - which would have been desirable places for follow-up kisses - and instead migrated over to Tony’s exposed armpit - freshly shaved - and licked the smooth skin, then sucked on it.
Tony’s body jumped, just a little. “This is not the first time I’ve shaved,” he claimed breathlessly, although he had been very thorough this time, from legs to arms to pubic hair. The last part had been tricky but he had been practicing, and he wasn’t naturally all that hairy to begin with - not like Bruce, who was still inspecting the sensitive area of Tony’s left armpit as if he were going to turn it into an erogenous zone.
It was possible he was succeeding, too.
“I hope you know I don’t care either way,” Bruce murmured between kisses and licks. “But I’ve got to say, when you shave your genitals…” His right hand moved down from Tony’s wrists, unerringly finding the trimmed treasure trail and following it down to the patch of hair Tony had left around his cock after a long debate. He stroked Tony, one, twice, then moved down over his smooth balls and further past them, making Tony itch to part his legs again, just in case they weren’t done. Bruce’s hand stroked here and there, caressing, then drew back up to Tony’s cock. He shifted a little, his face moving away from Tony’s armpit in order to look him in the face. “I lived in a sewer for a while, did you know that? So, after that experience, walking into my bedroom and finding you there, freshly bathed and clean shaven…”
“If you ever want to freshen up that comparison again, just let me know,” Tony grinned. “I’m certain the sewers under here are very accommodating -” Bruce’s nails pinched his scrotum, making Tony’s breath stop short.
“It was a horrible experience,” Bruce informed him.
“Can I call you ‘Sewer Rat’ from now on?”
“Not if you know what’s best for you,” Bruce threatened and leaned in to kiss him.
In between Bruce’s hand stroking him and the other still holding his arms captive, Tony decided some things were better left alone.
- the end -
Author’s note: Parts of the sex acts on this little piece were inspired by a porn clip I saw the day I wanted to write Bruce rimming Tony (I have a thing for that, okay?).
Also, I have no idea how that angst got included in a fairly well constructed PWP. (I won’t apologize since all that angst is part of the bigger picture…)
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