Author's note: a long one, but smut as promised…PWP or maybe with a little plot…Enjoy. Reviews welcome!
Bruce defiantly stepped towards Tony, grabbed him by the sides of his arms and kissed him hard on the mouth. It's now or never, Banner. To Bruce's surprise, Tony moved towards him and softened into the kiss, embracing his shoulders. In his excitement, Bruce couldn't help thrusting his hips into Tony's hoping he would feel his erection. He was happily greeted by Tony's hardening member. Tony's hands moved down towards Bruce's ass and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him in. They rutted against each other breathing hard. The sounds of porn in the background urged them on.
"Couch" Bruce moaned and they fumbled their way over from the bar, kissing, tongues fighting for dominance. As they moved, Bruce could feel the Hulk pushing to get out. No! You'll ruin everything! But Tony was backing him towards the couch and this train wasn't going to stop.
Bruce pulled away with all of his strength and Tony looked at him breathless. "I…I.." Bruce stammered—and then he rushed toward Tony, green in his eyes, picked him up and tossed him on the couch, grabbed Tony's face and began kissing and licking his lips.
"MINE." Demanded the Hulk's voice and Tony didn't seem to object. Bruce was freaking out because he was losing control. Wait, Hulk—this is my night. I need to… BANNER FUCK TONY. LIKE METAL MAN! Woah… And with that, the Hulk receded back into the depths of Bruce's core.
"I guess the Hulk's not the cockblocker you thought he was…shall we continue Dr. Banner, or does the Hulk feel a need to stick around?" Did I just say those things out loud?
Bruce, who had his eyes closed and fists clenched, trying to will the Hulk back in—opened his eyes—brown again. He didn't need a mirror to know Hulk had left him alone with Tony. "We're good, I think. I'm.."
Tony didn't let him finish before pushing him back towards the end of the couch and climbing on top of him.
"Goodmff." Bruce squeaked as Tony shoved his mouth on to his dominating the now weaker man below him. Their bodies slid against each other as Tony rutted against Bruce, both men sporting sizeable hard-ons.
Bruce grabbed at Tony's hips, thumbs moving towards the button of his dark jeans as Tony kissed and sucked at the hollow of Bruce's neck and collarbones, leaving marks. Bruce opened his eyes hazily and looked past Tony at the ceiling. I can't believe this is happening… "Tony…" he moaned "oh god…" He felt drunk on his arousal. He'd never been touched like this, and he was still clothed.
Tony reached down to unbutton his jeans. He must have heard Bruce's thoughts. He pulled his jeans down and kicked them off, while continuing to suck on Bruce's neck. He began to unbutton Bruce's shirt, looking at him with his soft brown eyes, silently asking permission to go further.
"Yes!" cried the man on the long forgotten television as he came all over his partner's face. Bruce just laughed out loud at the irony of his answer's source, and Tony laughed too. It was the release they both needed. Tony shut off the tv and looked back at Bruce in earnest.
"Please," whimpered Bruce and they kissed passionately as Tony resumed his unbuttoning. He pushed the two sides of his shirt apart and leaned down to suck on Bruce's right nipple as he rolled the left one between his fingers. His other hand was palming Bruce's hard shaft through his pants.
"Ahhh" Bruce sighed happily and he felt Tony smile around his nipple before switching sides. He put his hands on Tony's head and ran his fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, scratching his head. Tony purred as he sat up sliding his layered shirts over his head and pulling Bruce up with him, pushing the open shirt off his shoulders.
Bruce took the opportunity to kiss behind Tony's ears, and continue scratching his head with his fingers while Tony unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and off. The two men kneeled on the couch, grinding their cocks together separated only by boxers. Tony had his hands shoved inside Bruce's boxer briefs kneading his ass. Bruce thought he might come right then, the feelings for Tony welling up inside as precum leaked out of him.
Tony looked at him with his familiar smirk. "Two things, Bruce. One, I really like your ass, and two, I want to be in your ass."
Bruce knew there was nothing he could really say so he leaned forward and kissed the smirk off Tony's face. Tony pulled down Bruce's boxers and Bruce's cock sprang up to attention. Tony grabbed it, pulling down his own briefs and rubbed their shafts together in his hand. Too much, god this is too… As Bruce started breathing harder to get control over his impending orgasm, Tony gave his balls a gentle tug and the urgency to come went away.
"Not yet, Bruce. You can make it a few more rounds." Tony encouraged.
"Ah, ah, I…I…need you inside me," Bruce panted.
"I think that can be arranged" Tony chided as he pulled a tube of lube out of the couch.
"Y-you…keep lube in the couch?"
"This isn't my first rodeo, y'know. I was always meant to be a boyscout though—always prepared." Tony grinned as he slicked up his fingers.
Bruce got hard again as he heard the sound of the lube moving between Tony's fingers. Tony smiled at him and pushed him over so he was facing the back of the couch. He rubbed his hands together and as he inserted a finger into Bruce, he reached around front and gripped his cock in the other hand. Being pumped from front and back, giving the illusion of fucking and being fucked at the same time, Bruce was in heaven. "Ohhhhh, I want another… "
Tony added a second finger then a third as Bruce opened up for him. "So beautiful, Bruce. You're so, unh." Tony kept pumping him from the inside and the outside.
When Bruce thought nothing could be better than this, Tony pulled his fingers out. Oh… And replaced them with his cock. Ah! It stretched Bruce to his limits, and nearly knocked the wind of out him. Tony groaned as he pushed into Bruce, brushing his sweet spot.
Bruce felt like he was on fire if one could be on fire in a good way. He pushed into Tony and the two men were joined as one. He felt Tony grab his hips and guide him up and down his shaft. Everything was hazy and he moaned and panted "Tony, Tony, oh god…Tony." He was getting close again.
As he squeezed around the genius, Tony reached around him and squeezed the tip of his cock until the urgency ceased again.
"You…are…going to…kill…me…Tony," Bruce panted.
"I can go all night, Banner. Get used to this if you're gonna be with me." Be with you? And he flipped him over, shoved his knees up to his chest and thrust into Bruce hard, hitting his prostate with every move.
The sounds Bruce made were akin to the porn that started this whole thing. He was rock hard, despite Tony's interruptions to his…well. He looked at Tony, who had his eyes closed, forehead glistening with sweat as he pumped into him. The arc reactor glowed brightly in his chest. He was panting now, urged on by Bruce's moans.
Bruce could feel all of his nerves firing at once. The hazy joy of fucking the man he had loved since they met on the Helicarrier, hearing the grunts Tony made as he pumped into him; he felt like he was having an out-of-body experience.
Floating above himself in his mind's eye, he saw himself being opened up by Tony, holding his legs open by his chest. The glow of the arc reactor lit them up with a bluish tint, and made the sweat on their chests glisten. They fucked at a violent pace, Bruce's mouth open in ecstacy, Tony gritting his teeth as he ground his hips into Bruce.
Bruce was sucked back into himself when he felt Tony shudder and groan as he shot his load into him. It felt hot as it coated his insides. Tony fucked Bruce slowly with his remaining strength and slid out, trailing slickness with him.
"Haven't…forgotten about you…Brucie." Tony panted. "Mmm…you…unf. So good…so good…" and he sucked Bruce's member into his warm mouth.
Tony's mouth was made of magic. He was as skilled with words as he was without them. He ran his tongue around Bruce's shaft, licking a wide stripe along the bottom and then enveloping him again with this lips. Bruce put his hands on Tony's head, not so much as to guide him, but to feel his powerful muscles at work as they made Tony's cheeks hollow. His hands were followed by Tony's, who pushed at his hands to guide him. You're letting me fuck your mouth?
He tentatively took the invitation. He was so turned on and Tony was finally going to let him come, but when? Would the Hulk come back and be angry at the blueballer? Too much thinking, Banner. Enjoy the now. Bruce grabbed Tony's head and upped the pace—Tony was being too leisurely. He pushed Tony onto him, feeling his cock hit the back of his throat again and again. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh yes…
Tony moaned around him causing vibrations. This was what finally pushed Bruce off the edge. He thrust into Tony's mouth as he shot his hot load into him. Cum oozed out the sides of Tony's mouth as Bruce pulled him up to kiss it off his face.
Bruce was silent as he hugged Tony to his chest. His questions could be answered tomorrow. Cleanup could wait until tomorrow. Tony pulled the blanket from the couch over them. As Bruce drifted off to sleep in Tony's embrace, he could hear Hulk. METAL MAN GOOD…
Whew! Hope you enjoyed it! Love you, Science Bros.