The second Tony registered he was free to move he whipped around, sprawling out to find Bruce's back to him. He laughed breathlessly. "Okay, sound isolation. Bruce glanced back enough for Tony to catch the smile and nod, then he was pressing the fabric of a tie to his eyes and knotting it carefully behind his head. "So just do what I'd normally do?"
"Pretty much, yeah…Though out of curiosity, I thought you were a playboy? Why masturbate when you could get someone to sleep with as easily as asking Jarvis to call them."
Tony shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. "Sometimes an orgasm isn't worth the physical intimacy with a near stranger." Bruce gave an understanding hum. "So, let's start then, yeah?"
It's a strange feeling being left to your own hand when you were expecting someone else's something else. Not nearly as satisfying, Tony grumbled inwardly. Then he scooted around for a second to get more comfortable, grabbed the lube (my own damned optimism), and started in earnest.
The first sound was the wet slick of his hand moving over himself with the aid of lubricant, more for the purpose of gaining even coverage than for real pleasure. But Bruce's head cocked at the sound, turning just an imperceptible bit to hear better. Then he slid down in a firm stroke and back up, sighing thankfully at the first real pressured touch he'd had since Bruce had tripped him onto the bed. Then his hand was moving steadily, motions even and controlled for now. He thinks about Bruce while he does it, the things he's done, could do, wants to do. And a breathless moan escapes him, short, just as long as an exhale takes when he's breathing so rapidly, but Bruce shivered at the sound and his shoulders tense.
Tony's probably three quarters of the way to coming, making the occasional whimper or groan while he worked, when a thought popped into his head. For a brief second he dismissed it, then remembered the purpose of this exercise, and decided why the fuck not? "Give me two seconds," he gasped, then scrambled off the bed to run to the closet.
In reality it took seventeen second to get, but then Tony was bouncing back onto the bed. Bruce couldn't see it to react, but that didn't matter, because his head whipped around the second buzzing filled the air. "Hey, you said do what I'd normally do," Tony defended before he could even get a word out.
Bruce stared blindly for a second longer, then turned back around and waited patiently.
Tony smirked, then went back to the task at hand (ha, puns). It wasn't anything big, just more for the feeling of penetration and vibrations, so he didn't bother prepping himself for it. He gave it a generous coating of lube, arranged his legs right, and started easing in. He didn't go fast, but he wasn't slow either, pressing inside in a steady burn, moaning throatily when it reached the end. "Fuck," he gasped, head dropping back for a second to catch his breath, just relishing the burn as his body got used to being opened so suddenly. He watched Bruce while he waited, easily catching the strain across his shoulders and arms, head tilted intently towards Tony. The exhibitionist in Tony was unendingly excited about this. Then he flexed his legs and settled more, and the slight angle change shifted the vibrator just right to make Tony gasp and move into action.
Tony moved in tandem, working the vibrator in and out with one hand while he stroked himself with the other with almost a feat of coordination really, but the sounds are a symphony. The most prominent sound is probably the vibrator, noise fluctuating enthrallingly whether it was inside or outside of Tony; then there was the slick sounds, two different kinds, one of Tony's hand moving over himself, and the other the toy working in and out; then of course every little noise Tony made was a fascination in its own, just baffling how he could speak so eloquently at any other time but can't manage more than sobs and broken moans now. But the best part to Bruce was listening to him move on the sheets, imagining what each rustle meant as he shifted on them, the drag of skin on fabric as his back arched, the way his nails scrape over the threads when he clutches them desperately. And then he realizes Tony is coming, breath coming in hitching moans, nails tearing at sheets while he writhes with it. Then he finishes off with a gasped curse, and collapses onto the bed. Bruce finally exhales with the small pouf of air forced out of the sheets under his weight.
Seconds tick by in silence while they both calm themselves. Then Bruce is slowly pulling off the blindfold and turning to see the aftermath.
Tony is sprawled on his back, one arm bent above his head, the other flung out to his side. He looked sleepy but pleased, and a streak of come rest almost on his collar bone. "That's how you normally masturbate?"
Tony laughs. "Yes, but it's been a while, so it was more… potent than usual."
Bruce chuckled a little shakily at that. "Good to know," he said while he turned and crawled up the bed to settle cross legged near Tony's shoulder.
The billionaire looked up at him curiously. "What's the prognosis then, doc?"
It took a minute for Bruce to formulate to right words, and Tony waited for him patiently. Then he sighed. "The problems stack. Sight made him curious, but not really enough to worry me, a lot of things make him curious. So I stopped looking and he lost interest. But any sort of moaning would probably get his attention, but recognizing the sounds as coming from my mate just makes his reaction more immediate." Bruce paused for a minute, chewing at his lip a little as he thought, then shrugged a little. "Then there's the matter of smell. The noises bothered him because I couldn't see you, but as soon as I could smell you he realized what was happening. And when he gets that he gets… well, pushy, really. See, to him you're as much his mate as mine, so I don't blame him for having an interest in the sexual aspects of things. But the problem is there is not one thing about it the triggers him." Bruce sighed and scrubbed his hands through his hair in a scratching motion. "I kind of suspected as much though," he said eventually. "But at least it made for a fun afternoon."
Tony smiled a little, then reached up and poked him in the rib affectionately. "I'm sorry it didn't work."
Bruce looked down at him with a small smile. "Me too."
Ha ha, mother fucker. Told you I'd be giving it attention. Probably stupid to post two chapters so close together, should probably keep this as back up, but that's just not my style. You get them as they come, unbetad (hintity hint hint though, the position of 'my beta reader' is open, if anyone's interested), barely proof read (sorry for the typos), and maybe even short, cause if I feel like posting multiple short chapters I'll do that too. I just can't manage to keep to a posting schedule. All I can say is I'm sorry I dragged you into my sporadic story. You should review anyway. Do it, its like writer speed.