Sleeping people might sometimes have jerky motions, might sometimes paw at bedmates, but nothing like this. Smooth, gentle strokes up Bruce's stomach and chest lead to fingers curling in chest hair. Tony's breathing is much too fast for a man sleeping too, and perhaps for one even at rest. The tip of his nose nudges at the back of one of Bruce's ears and his hips rock slightly forward to close any lingering distance between them.

He'll speak, because he's not the sort to do anything to another person under pretense. Just give him a moment.

"Are you awake?" Hopefully the answer is yes.