Glacial? Yeah, that's a good word for it. Tony's half amused and half frustrated, ready to pop any second. He shifts uncomfortably under Bruce, leg moving to keep him close and keep him interested and remind him that there's a whole lot more to touch if only Bruce would figure it out.

He's not one to be worshipped. Not like this at least. Letting Bruce take the lead is driving him just a little bit nuts. To prove his point, hands drift purposefully south and the mound of flesh filling out the back of Bruce's sleep pants gets a good kneading.