verdigrisdoctor:
Bruce cupped Pepper’s face as she kissed him and brushed his thumb over her cheek. Naturally, when she grew emotional about anything, he wanted to hold her and soothe her and protect. But all of this brought strange or uncertain emotions for him as well, so he wasn’t sure what to do at all let alone what to do for her. She wanted them to be together and maybe she hoped they would mean something to each other the way they meant so much to her. But that was impossible and why would she even care about having Bruce when she had Tony? Tony was incredible, generous, brilliant, funny, kind… he was everything anyone could want.
Tony whimpered and begged at Bruce’s touch and eagerly undressed him as soon as Bruce suggested. He called Bruce gorgeous when Bruce was just plain and boring and Tony was easily the most beautiful man in existence. And then he climbed onto Bruce’s lap again and wrapped arms around him and pressed against him, and Bruce could only clutch him and cling. Tony wanted slow. He touched their foreheads together and had his arms draped over Bruce’s shoulders and he wanted to feel everything and memorize and enjoy. Bruce could hardly breathe. Especially not when Pepper touched him. He dug his fingers into Tony’s shoulder and thigh and arched up instinctively as Tony kissed him. He needed so badly but wasn’t in any way prepared for how it would feel.
As soon as he lifted up, Tony sank down until he was enveloping, surrounding, taking everything Bruce could give and beyond. Bruce let out a choked sob and couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t anything but desperately hold onto Tony. It was just. So much. It felt so good. Blissful even though they’d only gotten this far. But he’d thought about this for hours after they met, just wishing and fantasizing, never once believing it was something he could have. His heart couldn’t do anything but pound heavily against his ribs, and Bruce was too overcome, he couldn’t feel Hulk at all. It was only this. He lay back into the mattress from their sitting position and pulled Tony with him.
For a moment, all Bruce could do was try to breathe. He searched Tony’s eyes, lost in their depths and ran trembling hands over Tony’s back, needing to feel him and make sure this was still real. It was too good to be real. It wasn’t even like this the first time he had sex. But that had been anticipation and awkwardness and giddiness and love. This transcended everything. He’d been frozen and trapped and hopeless, and this felt like a warm shining sun. It felt like being rescued. There was nothing for him but Tony. Tears leaked from his eyes without him ever crying or even moving. He didn’t even have to do anything but have Tony around him, on top of him, everywhere. There was simply too much feeling, too intense, too many sensations, and drops fell from his eyes, over his temples and soaked into his hair. He’d stared too long into this sun; he’d never see anything else. It was so good, so perfect, Tony everywhere and letting him inside his life and his relationship and his body. Without ever being afraid of him.
Maybe Bruce did feel something. Maybe he could love. How could anyone not after something like this? Bruce closed his eyes tightly and took several shaky deep breaths. Tony was warm and alive and all around him like a barrier between Bruce and all the pain he’d ever felt. He swallowed hard but opened his eyes and looked back at Tony, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contain anything he was feeling. He reached up and brushed his thumb over Tony’s cheek the way he always did with Pepper, then ran fingers gently through Tony’s hair and down over Tony’s shoulder and chest. The reactor had to be painful so Bruce touched lightly and carefully, until he remembered that he was supposed to be… moving. Thrusting. Doing something right now, and here he was still losing himself in foolish emotions. “I’m sorry. I’ll… I’m not usually. It’s overwhelming. I just need a minute. You feel… so good.” Too good. Perfect.
Tony could only moan at the stretch of him, the feeling of being filled and stretched out and Bruce was so *warm* and it felt like everything was strung out at once. It overwhelmed him. He tucked his face into Bruce’s shoulder, he always felt so vulnerable like this and while he trusted Bruce - Bruce had literally saved his life after all and he was good enough for Pepper - it was so much. He pressed his kisses over Bruce’s skin, against his neck, to his cheek - he tasted the tears more than saw them or heard him and cradled Bruce’s face. “I’ve got you,” He promised, nuzzling against him as Bruce tipped them back and he ended up resting against Bruce’s chest.
Tis was different - it meant so much and Tony understood that. It was everything. The intensity of the feelings weren’t lost to him after all, and seeing the look on Pepper’s face too showed how much it meant to her too. She leaned down and kissed Bruce’s lips and Tony watched them for a moment, all those emotions, everything it was. “Don’t rush, I like this,” He said quickly. He didn’t want Bruce to feel like he was missing anything. Truth be told, Tony needed a moment too and the excuse that it was for Bruce was a good enough one. “I love seeing you stretching him out.” Pepper said huskily. She was enjoying her place surveying them both, just idly running her hands over her body.
Tony shifted up to sitting, stroking over Bruce’s chest and shoulders. They were both just touching each other, getting used to this and that seemed like the right thing to do. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He said it quickly before he let out a gasp, just grinding himself down against Bruce.
Bruce’s eyes fluttered and his head was spinning, swimming dizziness at the feel of everything. Tony’s lips on Bruce’s neck, his kisses scattered over Bruce’s skin, his heat and weight everywhere and all around, Bruce had no idea how exist anymore. It all seemed like asking too much. This was asking too much. But at least Pepper was the one who pulled him into kisses with an arm slid around him. He didn’t need to feel closer too or more entangled with Tony. Obviously she was precious to Bruce. He’d loved and adored her and that felt safe to acknowledge. It was understandable. Past tense. And if it was maybe a little more than just in the past, no one would be surprised. He pulled her closer with one arm and kissed her, softly, sweetly, remembering how she felt on top of him like this. He nuzzled into her hair, hiding his face and breathing her name.
She smiled fondly and stroked his cheek, brushing wetness away. Her voice was deep and raspy, and even with how they used to talk about what it would be like for him to be with a man, he never could have predicted just how excited her reaction was. She glanced at Tony with a grin and then whispered into Bruce’s ear, “He loves to be stretched out, completely filled and fucked hard. He’ll take everything you give him and beg for more.”
Bruce whimpered and arched into Tony’s hands as they stroked over his body. He clutched Pepper’s back with one hand and Tony’s hip with the other, everything in him tightening and flooding with heat as Tony ground down on him. Pepper gave them another smile and told Bruce, “He’s very needy.” Though honestly, it felt like it applied to both of them.
Bruce tightened his grip on Tony and lifted his hips, moving slowly and by instinct rather than calculated thought. All he knew was he needed, too. He wanted so badly. Maybe if he just listened and focused on the physical and how good it was, he wouldn’t think about anything else. He closed his eyes and held on tightly but only tight enough to thrust up into enveloping heat that made him shiver and burn. Not tight enough that he’d think about never letting go. No matter how good this felt.