Bruce's eyes drop down to the scar, studying it the best he can in the light, surprised how very different the tanned chest looked without the slow hum and glow of the arc reactor. For a moment, he wonders how it feels for Tony - had he gained or lost something?
Except the comment about his mouth pulls him out of his thoughts he briefly fell into, and thinking about it, it's such a strange thing to hear from someone. Bruce swallows, his lips brushing Tony's as he murmurs, "thank you?" Each of Tony's kisses are growing more fierce, more... passionate, Bruce assumes, but no matter how much strength behind them, they all make his head spin until he has to hold to Tony to keep himself centered.
Intoxicating indeed. "How... how do we...?" He isn't even sure what he's asking, but Tony knows there's a limit right now, what does he want?
But Bruce's finding himself wanting to actually touch, so very cautiously, his hand moves from Tony's shoulder to his chest, brushing down towards the scar, then over it, gentle as a feather.
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Except the comment about his mouth pulls him out of his thoughts he briefly fell into, and thinking about it, it's such a strange thing to hear from someone. Bruce swallows, his lips brushing Tony's as he murmurs, "thank you?" Each of Tony's kisses are growing more fierce, more... passionate, Bruce assumes, but no matter how much strength behind them, they all make his head spin until he has to hold to Tony to keep himself centered.
Intoxicating indeed. "How... how do we...?" He isn't even sure what he's asking, but Tony knows there's a limit right now, what does he want?
But Bruce's finding himself wanting to actually touch, so very cautiously, his hand moves from Tony's shoulder to his chest, brushing down towards the scar, then over it, gentle as a feather.