Yep. Winner. Ding ding ding, it's Tony Stark. There's no triumphant fist bump or anything to callous but Tony does enjoy a small smile crushed against Bruce's mouth before shifting more of his weight over onto the other man. The hand still on his chest curls a bit, the feel of manicured fingernails gently pressing into skin as his lips part and teeth and tongue do what they do best.

Well. Best after talking.

There's really no denying just how much Tony enjoys Bruce-- His mouth, his presence, his heat. They fit together. They should be together...at least as much as Bruce is able. Tony doesn't want to share this.