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Breakroom struggles usually hit everyone a little differently on the Helicarrier. Cap, always struggling to formulate the same flavour coffee from back in the day, Natasha and Clint taking time every day to best eachother in the sandwich making department. Even Thor pondering over Midgardian ways of cooking eggs, he’s up to Omelettes on his alphabetical list. Tony and Bruce on the other hand made sure their break times were as fast as possible, the sheer determination to get back to the upper floors to scramble over blueprints and statistics. A mug of vanilla coffee for Banner and a double shot espresso for Stark, the tiny cup glugged back in a second while Bruce nurses his mug on the walk back.

“...take the polarity of the left hand thrusters and reverse them manually you could-”

Bruce cuts Tony off, “Wait, wait, how are you supposed to reverse it manually while in the air? You should maybe add a code command or maybe even add in a haptic feedback switch? Something more passive so you don’t have to think too much about the execution?”
He takes another soft sip of his drink and punches in a code to open up the laboratory door.

“Yeah yeah, anything to get your hands on my peachy skin, sticking little nodes all over me? Maybe getting those little science-y fingers all up in the Arc reactor?” Tony grins, raising his eyebrows at Bruce knowing he probably isn’t far off from what Bruce would like to actually do.

Banner’s Cheeks flush a soft pink, “Tony, you know I mean business.”

“No one is listening, and even if anyone was, they know I'm joking anyway, got to keep up my image of snarky know-it-all”. Another smile creeps across his face as he sits down pulling up his undershirt sleeves.

“I don’t think you have to worry about people forgetting that, Tony”.

Both men set themselves up, picking up their last saved files and digging into them once again. Tony pawing at the screens, spinning digital discs ever so gradually, tweaking his work’s statistics, unit by unit. Bruce glancing up from the rims of his glasses sneaking glances at Tony’s back and the way his movements are so confident and steady, holding his phone in one hand transferring files from one screen to the other. There was something about seeing him pass schematics back and forth made his shoulder blades twitch, something any other person wouldn’t really look at, bother to notice or take a full mental note of, but Bruce can’t seem to help himself.

“Have I pulled up the wrong file? What are you staring at, man? Or just spacing out?” Tony says, still looking up at his screens. Bruce hadn't really taken into consideration the semi-tinted window Tony could see him in the reflection of.
Bruce forced his head back down to his papers on his desk, “Yeah… ermm just was dwelling on the, er the scatter graph from last week, you put it in the trash file… and yeah just spacing….”
There was no way in hell that was coherent, no way he would get away with that.

“Ok, fair enough, I’ll send it to your screen instead” Tony flicked his handheld screen toward Bruce’s desk screen and it popped up in a grey file labeled ‘Big Green’

“Gee, thanks for the file name there… it’s not like I’m trying not to think about the other guy right now…”
He taps the file with the end of his pencil and opens it up, immediately turning a bright red and trying to swipe it off the screen.

“Tony! The hell was that?! You can’t send me that out of the blue!”

“Oh come on, you know I’m just here to bother you.” Tony swivels around flashing a wink.

“I’m working.” Bruce covers his forehead with an open hand and tries to brush off what he just saw. It’s seared into his head. That image will never go away. Not that he is even sure he wants it to. Or does he? He doesn’t know. ‘Focus Banner, he can probably hear your brain malfunctioning’ He thinks to himself scratching at his papers.

-Blip- Another file pops up on his screen.
-Blip- And another
-Blip, Blip-
Each file sent, each blip sound making Bruce not want to look up. He knew he had fucked it, made it weird.
-Blip-

“Green. Open them you coward.” Tony sounded a little impatient this time. “Come ooooon” The trill in his voice made Bruce shudder. ‘He’s just messing with you Bruce just get on with yourself’ Bruce thought, tugging at the collar of his lavender shirt.
Steps slowly made their way to Bruce, each step making a bead of sweat roll down his face. ‘Just don’t make eye contact’.
Tony taps his first knuckle, twice, on the metal table, spreading out his fingers on a paper and adjusting it.

“Scared you might like it?”

“Tony, I -” Bruce stutters slightly and chooses that ignoring the situation would be easier.

“I said, scared you might like it, Green Bean? You can’t ignore me, Banner” He wiggles his fingers in front of Bruce prompting him to reluctantly look up at Tony’s smug little face.

“Don’t send me surveillance footage of you in the shower. Why do you even have them saved to these computers? You know people can see all the files we share here right? You can’t ju-”
Tony places his index finger on Bruce’s forehead tilting his head back slightly.

“So you're into it?”

“What? No! You just- I’m just a nervous- Anyone would be-”

Tony moves the finger to Bruce’s chin and tilts even further, “I've never seen you this nervous Banner. I don’t think you can talk your way out of this, you can barely string a sentence together,” He shifts and adds his thumb to move Bruce's face, almost inspecting him. “You’re more into biology, what does a jittery voice, flushed skin and sweat usually mean when someone is exposed to, lets say, stimuli? I wonder what one of your neuro-feedback bands would tell me about that red all over your face?”

Tony taps open each file keeping his eyes cemented to Bruce, Banner’s eyes flicking from Tony’s face to the screens each with each click.

“T-Tony, You-”,

“I know you want to look Banner. You can’t help but stare at me day in, day out. You think I can’t notice someone, who is usually so focused on something that he forgets to eat for a whole day, is spaced out whenever I wear anything tighter than a size medium?”

Bruce sits up, tries to compose himself and brushes his hands down his shirt to straighten it out. Tony stands up fully smirking down at Banner, making sure that he wasn’t making him so uncomfortable that he would get up and leave. Walking himself around the desk to the back of Bruce’s chair, “Take your time Banner, not like we can just up and leave this floating metal contraption. How about I send these to your phone, ponder over them at your pleasure”, He rolls his hands down Bruce’s shoulders making his neck muscles stiffen.
The screens continued to loop the 5 second clips of Tony soaped up, scrubbing himself down with his bare hands, palming over his chest, smoothing thick suds over every inch of himself.
“I like watching these,” Tony states, bending down slightly almost whispering into Bruce’s ear, close enough to fog up the edge of his glasses, “no shame in appreciating the work I put into working out, also nice to think back to what I was thinking at that time…” He flicks his phone screen pulling up a new video.

-Blip-

Bruce’s eyes widened at the visual. A longer clip plays, Tony, leant back on the tile, stroking himself slowly. Bruce could feel his face going past the point of blushing, if a face could go through every hue, his would be.
Tony leans over Bruce’s shoulder, pointing at the screen, “You know what I was thinking right there? Maybe take a wild guess?”.

“Ughhh…. I a- I mean” Bruce can’t actually function. This almost seemed like it wasnt real, maybe a drugged cup of coffee, some freaky experiment?

“Chop chop Big Green, no answer still? Ok, spoilers for the ending, it was you. You always seem to creep into my mind at shower time. Maybe it’s the steam, maybe it’s the hours I spend with you here?” He grips Bruce’s thigh, swiveling his chair so Tony is standing in between his legs, gripping the arms on the chair, “ anything to say?”.

“No.” Bruce doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Why is Tony doing this right now? Is he just fucking with him again? “you, you want me to actually look at this?”.

“No, I’m sending you these for shits and giggles. For a scientist with multiple PHDs you are really stupid, Banner.”

‘Fuck it’ Bruce thinks, ‘he wants a reaction, he gets one’ Bruce stands up and shoves Tony backwards against a trolly full of tools, Tony’s hands steadying himself, grabbing the edge of the trolly and rolling it back into the wall. “Woah, ok Brucey, didn’t think you’d get mad. I’ll lay off”. He starts to stand up straight as Bruce crushes his lips into Tony’s neck, pinning him back to the trolly. He bites the muscle between his shoulder and neck, “Hey! No one said anything about biting! Give me a second to figure out a safeword!” Tony doesn’t know where to put his hands, hips? Waist? Shoulders? “Also how come the dynamic changed so fast! Thought I was the Top here!”.

“How are you still talking? Shut up and tint the windows.” Bruce traced a finger around the raised lump in Tony’s jeans.

“You not nervous anymore? Not scared that someone might see our little file exchange?”.

“Terrified. But you can hack your way backwards out of this”, Bruce was still sweating, the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him standing.

Tony stumbles to the wall controls and tints all the windows black and code locks the door. Walking slowly back to the middle desk a smile makes its way across his face and the dynamic then switches back. The Adrenaline is slowly lowering making Bruce feel a lot more like he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
Tony’s hands flatten against Bruce’s hips, squeezing them a little, rubbing his thumbs into the squashy meat. Bruce feels his erection playing a little too hard and fast and tries to palm it flat. Tony however grabs his hand, squeezes his wrist and brings his hand to his mouth.
“No no Banner, That’s my job.” He rested his cheek into Bruce’s hand and kissed the pad of his thumb. He places Bruce’s hand onto the desk behind him placing his own hand on Bruce’s dick. Tony breathes in and moves into the crook of Bruce’s neck planting soft kisses from his collar bone to just under his ear, “You want this right? Tell me now if you’re not into this?” he whispered in a raspy tone.

“Tony, if you leave me like this, I might have to set the other guy on you”.

“Say no more, Doctor”. He roughly pushed his own hips into Bruce, taking a hand up and under Bruce’s shirt, dancing his fingers over the soft hair on his belly and chest. Bruce’s breath hitches under the touch, feeling himself strain against the fabric of his slacks. “Finally have you right where I want you. Under my hands. I want to work you over like a project, find out what makes you tick, what makes you really squirm”, his hand trails back down to Bruce’s belt tugging at it, “I think these little barriers need to go”.
Tony smashes a kiss onto Bruce’s lips with a hotness that felt like it would burn for days. Taking both hands to his belt and flicking the buckle away and unzipping the silver below.
Bruce shuddered at the thought of Tony Stark actually touching him like this, but wanted it more than anything, the touch of this man's rough hands, seeing this hot side on Tony that felt so untouchable but so within reach for so long.
Bruce broke away from Tony’s mouth for a moment, inches away from him, and breathed into his mouth “Just let me touch you too, please.”
Tony used this as a prompt to boost Bruce up onto the desk and wedge himself between his legs again, “We take it in turns, I’ve been eager to go to town on you since you first explained your new haptic feedback suit to me. I need this, and I think you might need it too.” Tony reached into Bruce’s waistband and shimmied them down a few inches and tucked them under Bruce’s balls, Tony wrapped his hand around the warm flesh of Bruce’s dick and just held there taking a moment to really enjoy the heat, planting another hungry kiss on Bruce’s panting mouth.

“Tony, just -fuck- just dont stop”, his breath was hot and heavy, a twinge of desparation in his voice, replaying the videos that set this all off in his head, his own mental porn folder, seared into his subconcious.

Tony grinned into Bruce’s cheek, pulling in a deep breath, smelling the spiced aftershave on his stubble. “Then don’t interrupt.” He swept his two first fingers over the tip of Bruce’s head feeling a bead of pre-come just enough to ease things along, he started to slowly jack his hand up, earning a soft moan from a pocket of Bruce’s voice he had never heard.
Bruce pulled one hand up from steadying himself on the desk, up to the back of Tony’s head, grasping and whatever he could, the short hair silky, full of product. He pushed Tony’s head back to his collarbone prompting for more bites, more hickey inducing kisses, he wanted something visual, something to prove the next day that this was in fact a real thing that happened.
Tony’s hand paced along with the hitches in Bruce’s breathing.

“That blush, fuck, I just can’t think of seeing you any other way Banner.” He pushed his thumb over an exposed vein on Bruce’s dick watching the pressure stop and release, “I think I may get somewhat addicted”.

“Shut up Tony, -huff - you talk way too much,” Bruce clawed at the crown of Tony’s head “I said don’t stop”.

Tony sped up moving his free hand to grab a fist full of Bruce’s hair, tugging his head back and kissing the exposed skin, is was getting a little too much for Bruce, this aggressiveness, like Tony wasn’t scared that he would trigger the other guy, like he was being treated like an actual person, like a bit of a slut, but still a person. “Fuck, Tony, You -huff- your hands, I can’t”. Bruce bucked his hips a little to get a little more purchase with every stroke Tony was giving him.

Tony crept up to his ear again, “Imagine that, all that focus, a Professor, reduced to a quivering mess because of a few little videos of me.” His pace quickened and his other hand tucked into the small of Bruce’s back fingers just gracing where the slightly lowered waistband sat, “what a mess, Professor Banner”. That tone change, the rasp in those last words were all too much, Bruce tensed his shoulders and scrunched up his face as he spilled himself all down the side of Tony’s hand.
Bruce relaxed slightly and let go of the back on Tony’s head, letting his arm fall to sit on his shoulder, panting into the small space between the two men's faces. Tony, wiping off the evidence with a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket.

“Do I not get a thank-” Bruce cuts Tony’s sarcastic remark short, crushing another hard kiss onto Tony.

“You just don’t stop talking do you?”.

“To be fair Bruce, it was me talking that got you off… Professor”, Tony placed both hands on either side of Bruce, on the desk and grinned. “Just admit you like the sound of my voice.”

Bruce thumped the flat of his fist on Tony’s chest, “Ok, but that’s between you and me.” He hopped down from the desk pressing Tony back slightly and zipping himself back into his pants. “Don’t I owe you a little something now? Or do I have to send you videos of me jacking off first too? Because I'm not going to lie Tony, I don’t tape my every waking moment…”

Tony wrapped his hands around Bruce and squashed his own crotch into Bruce's thigh, “Just make sure you deal with this at some point in the near future and we can call it even? Maybe even join me in the shower later?”. He planted a soft kiss on Bruce’s nose.

“Send me those videos and I will one hundred percent join you in the shower later”, Bruce gingerly gave Tony’s ass a squeeze and smirked back at him, “can you wait or shall we just go now?”.

“I can wait, I like a little anticipation.” Tony unhooks his hands and flicks his fingers over his phone screen as Bruce’s phone pings. “There you go, that’s my half of the bargain done, just let me know when you wanna take this to the showers”.

“Oh I will.”

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Tony rolled his eyes back, not wanting to pay the slightest bit of attention to the overview Fury was giving to the group. “Time is a virtue, give yourself time as an Avenger to think before you do. I know a lot of you, I’m looking at you Stark, are a little over confident. Just make sure you give yourself the few extra moments to really make a good decision. You guys are kind of the face of S.H.I.E.L.D right now, so don’t make me regret gathering you here…”, Fury rests his hands behind him.
Tony sat up and scrunched up his nose at the mention of his name, “Come on, it’s not like I can really help myself, you guys always take so long to think up a plan, just because my critical thinking skills are even faster than my wit…”

“Tony, shut up and just take the advice.” Steve flattened his voice, trying to at least reason with him.

“So now Freezer Geezer gets to tell me off too? Whatever, get on with the next assignment brief.” Tony folded his arms and paid slightly more attention, just to get the others off his case.

Bruce however was attentive, nodding away, making notes on a small scrap of yellow paper, or so it seemed at least. This mornings happenings in the lab, probably dancing away in the back of his mind. Tony tapped at Bruce’s foot under the round desk, making Bruce look up at him, as he mimed a fake yawn rolling his eyes once again. Bruce scowled at him and shook his head back down to his paper, scratching at the surface with a gnawed pencil.
Tony glances down at it, trying to see if he can make out what kind of notes he’s making, maybe copy them down after the meeting. Bruce however had flipped his notes over to doodle a small picture he then slid over to Tony, not making any eye contact with him or the paper.
Tony palmed the small scrap of paper and flipped his hand to take a look. It was a badly drawn picture of a blobby little man with a crudely drawn penis.

“Bruce, what the hell is this?” He whispered.

“I said I didn't have any surveillance of my every waking moment. That’s the best I can do for visuals.” Bruce spoke back, still not making eye contact.

“This is your attempt at sending me nudes Banner? This crude doodle?” Tony folded it in half and placed it into his back pocket, shifting from his chair slightly.

“Hey, I do need those notes for later, so don't toss that out” Bruce tapped the table in front of Tony and pulled out a second scrap of paper to continue his notes.

“Bruce, this is both super dumb and very cute. I like the effort”, Tony folded his arms again, “So I guess this means you are down for a quick shower later? This your way of saying you're down?” Tony moved a little close to Bruce to whisper that last part as quietly as possible.

“Shut up, Tony, pay attention.” Bruce felt his cheeks flush, and settled back to his notes.
Tony grinned at himself and sat through the rest of the meeting with little to no problem, just knowing that Bruce was thinking the same dirty thoughts he was.

As the lunchtime meeting ended, all party members moved to their own preparation rooms, Clint and Natasha taking themselves down to the training room to spar a little. Steve followed Fury to the control panels to ask about the next strategy he was planning for. Thor however followed Bruce and Tony back to the labs, he was pondering over the possibility of the two men building him a holster for Mjolnir that could draw it back to him without using his hands.

“Thor, you do realise I can’t physically make you something that has Asgardian powers. You have the power to call your hammer back to you because you have the power within you.” Bruce said, using wide hand gestures to really make sure the point got across, “I can make you a holster sure, but anything that uses magic, I think you’d need to go back to Asgard for, not sure I can even manufacture a magnet that would be strong enough to lift Mjolnir even an inch let alone call it back from miles away.” Bruce places a firm hand on Thor’s shoulder in condolence knowing he would be more than disappointed his favourite scientist couldn’t make him a new toy.

“It is ok Banner, I know that if you ever possessed the power of a true Asgardian, you would be the best forger, the best healer and the best mage I would ever know. You would be my personal favourite.” Thor stated, squeezing Bruce’s shoulders like a proud father.
“I shall leave. Even as a Midgard man, you have more important things to do than to serve my ideas.” With that, Thor strolled away from the Labs doors and trotted off.

“He loves you, doesn’t he?”, Stark trilled, “Don’t forget that I’m your partner around these parts”.

“Jealous much? He is just a big child at heart, think of it more as I’m his fun uncle who makes him weird toys.” Bruce props his butt onto the edge of his desk, hands clasped together in his lap.

“Whatever, he doesn’t get passed badly drawn porn at work, I do.” Tony flips the paper from his back pocket and holds it between his first two fingers, pointing them at Bruce.
“You are a bad artist, but as I said, I do like the effort. It doesn’t really resemble you, not enough arm hair” He said teasingly.

“Hey, come on, I’m a little self conscious about that…”Bruce says, rolling down his sleeves a little.

Tony snaps fingers in Bruce’s face. “Hey, hey, you know im teasing, you’re like a little fuzzy peach, but like, if a peach was more brown fuzzed, maybe a little grey here and there. A salt and pepper peach.”

“Gee, thanks Tony, calling me a discoloured fruit, and I’m not greying that bad! Just a few stripes… mostly from stress…” Bruce tucked a curl back behind his ear trying to cover up the most greyed area.

“Bruce, I have grey hairs. You think anyone in this business hasn’t got a few from the crap we deal with? Anyway, I think it’s more mature, If you were smooth as a baby and had too rich of a mop of hair you’d make me feel old.” Tony took his hand to the side of Bruce’s face and cupped his cheek, rubbing a thumb over the stubble there. “Plus, I think it makes you look a bit more like a Professor, more knowledgeable, I always had a thing for all of my professors back in college so maybe you're just my type.” Tony leaned in and huffed the last few words directly into Bruce’s ear permeating his brain.

“Tony, people are going to see us, we can’t be breathing in each others faces like this without at least closing the door!”

“Ahh you’re no fun, ever heard of the term ‘thrilling’? Fine, I can wait, but I’m claiming this doodle as a free token for your services later.” Tony let go of Bruce’s face and trailed it through his hair as he walked back to his station, pulling up his files for the afternoon. Bruce shuddered like a cold sweat could bead over him at any moment, ‘He is like a drug, I can’t seem to say no to him. If he calls me Doctor or Professor again, I may melt’. Bruce’s foggy thoughts trailed into the back of his mind as they both got back to work, tapping and swiping at schematics and dials.

-

Bruce snorted as Tony places a mug onto his desk, “Mornin’ Green Bean.”

“It’s morning? Why did you let me sleep here?” Bruce peeled a paper from his cheek, placed it down and went to hold the warm mug in both hands, completely glossing over the affectionate nickname.

“Well technically it is morning, 2AM actually, I let you sleep for a little while because you looked too peaceful there. It’s decaf, don’t worry, you are still going to be able to sleep later. Or you could take a sip of my double shot Americano and I can hand you this.”
Tony handed Bruce’s crude doodle back to him, wiggling it in front of his sleepy face.
“Interested?” He smiles down at Bruce waiting for an answer.

Bruce places his drink down, lifts up his glasses and rubs his eyes for a moment, blinking roughly and pinching the drawing between his thumb and first finger. He swivels his chair around and faces Tony, stands up, takes Tony’s mug and walks him out of the lab taking a big swig.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Tony wriggles his fingers in Bruce’s hand as he is led onwards to the living area floors.
‘Bruce is a lot more relaxed after just waking up, maybe this is a more raw side of him, something more open’ Tony thinks taking each step closer to his living quarters, ‘maybe I should let him nap more, less time to freak himself out overthinking everything I ask him when he wakes up’ Tony squeezes Bruce's hand a little as he ponders what Bruce himself is thinking.

Bruce takes the last few sips of ‘Tony’s’ drink and slides the door of Tony’s room closed.
“Why, Banner, taking the silent broody approach? Im liking the confidence.” Tony slid his free hand up Bruce’s arm squeezing his bicep and turning to face him walking backwards toward the bathroom. “Give that coffee two minutes and you’ll be buzzing.”

“Tony, I don’t think it’s the coffee that’s making me ‘buzzing’, more the thought of pressing you up against those white tiles hearing your breath escape those lips, this doodle is a coupon for my services and you better make sure you know what you are in for.” Bruce scrapes the words from his throat, pressing Tony against the glass of the bathroom door.
Tony turns the most glorious red, surprised at the words coming from a usually shy man. ‘Woah ok, behind closed doors- is he going to actually fuck me?’ Tony didn’t know what to say.

“Finally run out of things to say Stark? I hope not, that sharp tongue makes for some, interesting reactions, at least from me.” Bruce rasps into Tony’s ear.

“Give me a moment to think then! You’ve taken me a little by surprise here Brucey!”

“I thought you said earlier that we all take too long to figure out plans, you can’t be saying I’m going a little too fast for Tony Stark?” Bruce pressed a hand on Tony’s hip and squeezed.
“Why don’t you just open the door?”
Tony obliged and slid the glass door along it’s rollers and stepped back into the bathroom.

“Then you lead. Show me what plans you come up with at the drop of a hat!”

“Oh Tony, this hasn't been as spur of the moment as you think, I knew I wanted to crush you against any surface I could, you just gave me the opportunity to actually do it this time around.” He rolled his words, “And it’s not like I’m not still nervous, I’m always in a state of perpetual anxiety around you, but I think the fact I can see the flush of your cheeks and the hear the hitch in your voice that is overriding that.”

“Take off your shirt Banner, I need to see how close your artistic skills match with the real deal.”

Bruce stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, pulling it from his shoulders and folding it neatly on the counter top, moving his hands to remove his glasses and placing them next to his shirt. Tony kicked off his sneakers and tugged his two layered shirts over his head a little too eagerly and got himself stuck in the neck hole, embarrassingly struggling with himself, Bruce steps over placing hot hands on his chest sliding them up over his pecs under the fabric and passing the shirt over tony’s face, meeting nose to nose.
Tony places both of his hands on Bruce's jaw and planted a heated kiss on his lips, a soft single suck breaking away with a satisfying pop. “You’re a terrible artist, this-” he gestures down, waving a hand over Bruce's Torso, placing his hand back after, “-is way better than any drawing you could ever do.” He stared into Bruce's almost fully blacked out irises and felt a deep churning, ‘is this anxiety? feeling like I might pass out from being this over stimulated? I already jacked him off before, how come him being like this, talking like this is making me feel like I might actually die if he touches me?’ Tony was overwhelmed with this new dynamic, how he had little to no power over how Bruce actually wanted to play with him.

“Let me turn on the shower, at least let that warm up before we get in there, right?”. Tony shifts over and leans into the large glass shower, turning a chrome nob prompting a large downfall of water from a wide, square shower head. His arm passing through the water as he moves it back out, rubbing the wet hand through his hair, pushing it up out of his face. “Bruce, I’m kind of nervous.”

“If you want to do something else Tony, that’s fine by me, but I would love to see what you teased earlier.” Bruce places a hand under Tony’s chin and tilts his head back placing a little kiss just left on his Adam's apple feeling Tony swallow a lump of anxiety. “You want me to close my eyes?”.

“Why don’t we both close our eyes, get rid of these bottoms and open them once we are both in there. Deal?” Tony huffed, letting himself take in a good breath before reaching for his own zipper.

“Ok, sounds fair.” Bruce leans back and closes his eyes toeing off his shoes and begins to unzip his pants.

Both men take a short amount of time to pile up their jeans and trousers as best they can with clasped shut eyes and take a step into the shower. Blindly swiping at the walls to make sure they are actually there. The steam was healing, a hot air to breathe in. Tony took a loud breath in and spoke. “So, on the count of three? One, Two, Th-”He was cut off with a hungry kiss, his eyes shot open with surprise and melted shut again, letting the heat of the moment wash over him.
He let his hands fall to Bruce’s hips, now a lot more slippery than during their last encounter, he squeezes and moves his hands up to his waist settling there. The sound of the water cascading down them made it a lot easier to hide the wet sounds of them crushing lips together. Each kiss letting go with a pop so they could take a sharp breath in before they're-connected and the kisses got more hungry.

“Bruce, fuck,” Tony trailed off, letting himself open his eyes slightly to glance over Bruce’s slick form, the water darkening his body hair, the mould of his muscles trailing water down every curve. “you’re so hot Professor.” Tony closed his eyes again, moving his hands to Bruce’s shoulder and letting himself be moved to his partner's preference.

“Say that again. Call me Professor.” Bruce hummed into the crook of Tony’s neck, sliding wet hands down to his bare ass. “Come on, say it.”

“Fuck me Professor.” Tony hissed into the steam. “Fuck me like I failed a test.”

Bruce took no time to press his fingers into the soft flesh of Tony’s ass and looked him dead in the eyes, smirked and slid himself down to kneel, not taking a hand from Tony’s sublime frame.
The shower water was directly above Bruce, flattening his mop of hair to his head, making little curls stick to his face. A trail of water dribbled down his nose falling and connecting with his own erection, he took a short inhale and rested Tony’s tip on his tongue, causing the flow of water to connect nose to dick. Tony took a moment to look down, locking eyes with Banner. He pushed his wet hair from his own face and huffed down at him, “Banner?” The only thing he could muster at that moment.
Bruce closed his eyes again and slid his mouth down Tony’s dick feeling it twitch at the halfway point, he retreated, looked up and found Tony had covered his face with his hand and was trying desperately to cling onto anything with the other, it was almost too easy.
Bruce took a thigh in both hands and buried his face into Tony’s crotch, fully engulfing his length. “Fuck, Ban- Professor”, Tony’s legs bent slightly and the hand that was on his face grabbed a thick chunk of Bruce’s hair. Tony started to pant, huffing out steam, knowing that if Bruce even so much as opened his mouth to talk he was going to explode.
Bruce paces his movements, moving up to only suck half of Tony, using his hand to stroke the other half, squeezing little veins. His sucks were soft, but firm, his other hand trailing from the back of Tony’s thigh to his stomach. He let himself retract from Tony’s almost too hard dick letting it just sit there unattended. He looks up and sees how much of a state Tony is in, biting his own lips and pulling at his own hair. Bruce stands, swiping his hand all the way up Tony's torso to rest on his cheek. Dicks touching, Bruce clasps his hand around both and starts stroking rhythmically.

“You ok Stark? All this over me talking a little more control,” Bruce growls into Tony’s face, demanding eye contact, “you think you're all that, think you can’t be reduced to a shivering panting mess?”

“I said fuck me, Professor. I don’t think you heard me the first time. Fuck me, like I deserve it.”

“Fine.”

Bruce lets go of them both, takes Tony’s Right wrist and turns him around, grabs a handfull of wet hair and pulls Tony’s head back. “Ask and you shall receive.” Bruce murmurs into his ear, earning a grin from Tony.
Pressing Tony’s head to the side and grasping a hip, Bruce bends Tony down to a perfect angle, being the same height made this a lot easier. Tony places both his hands flat on the tiled wall and is almost giddy, eyeing Bruce behind him.

“That one.”Tony points at a bottle of shower gel with a green label. “Don’t worry, it’s not actually shower gel, I just find it more conspicuous to hide my lube in plain sight, for any guests using the bathroom.” Bruce grabs the bottle, opens it and sniffs it to make sure it's not actual mango body wash, it’s all good.

“You sure you're ready for this Tony, I think if you actually failed a test you’d be in for some pretty bad punishment.” Bruce smirks, squeezing a line of the liquid onto his dick, rubbing it in this his fingers.

“Just Fuck me Bruce. please…” It was almost a whimper, his legs trembling just a littler under the anticipation.

A hand comes to cup an ass cheek as the thumb of the second hand pushes into him, “Fuu-huhhck…” Tony sucks in a heavy breath and pushes back a little wiggling his hips for purchase. A finger follows, and then another, slowly smoothing over the area, mimicking the gyration of tony’s hips.

“You sure, you wan-”

“Just fuck me Banner, you cock tease!”

“Ok! Have it your way!” Bruce slides his fingers out and plants a hand on Tony’s ass meat, holding himself with his other hand he presses his tip to Tony as he takes in a sharp breath through his teeth. After he exhales and relaxes for a moment, Bruce almost slips too easily in, half in and already feeling the heat of the inside of Stark.

“ Fuck Tony, ”

“Yes, Professor, tell me I failed, tell me I deserve this.” Tony pressed himself backwards and took an inch extra.

Bruce leaned over Tony’s back and crept up to this ear, “You are my best Student Stark, You had some much promise, I pretty much gave you the answers for this test and you still failed miserably” On the last word he push himself all the way down into Tony pressing him onto the cold tile.

“Fuck, Professor, I promise I’ll do better next time.” He scrunched his eyes and his mouth curled into a sly smirk.

“So we have to make sure the answers are really drilled into your head,” Bruce slapped himself into Tony once more earning a sharp exhale. “Make sure you really know what you should be writing down.”

Bruce takes one of his hands into the wet mess of hair on Tony’s head an grasps a chunk pulling his head back, sucking his neck leaving a big purple bruise, Tony fully panting like a wild dog kept pushing back, demanding a faster pace.
Bruce turned Tony’s head a little more and kisses him viciously, speeding up his thrusts and sucking in every little exhale Tony puffed out, he stood back up still pulling on Tony’s hair and quickened his pace again, making sure to really grind into Tony’s sweet spot, making sure every slap into his ass was hard enough to knock him dizzy.

“You know, Stark, this is what bad students get. You pass your next test and I’ll make sure you get the best reward I can muster.” Bruce gritted his teeth with his words, still mashing himself into the man below.

“Is that a threat or a promise Professor?” Tony breathed, finding himself already so close.

“I think it might be a threat"

Tony was past the point of euphoria, he needed this more than air. Bruce took to stroking Tony in pace with his own thrusts, each squeeze and pump causing Tony to let out little ‘Ah’s getting breathier each time.

“ Fuck, fuck, Bruce, I can’t, I have to…” Tony huffs wrapping one arm up and around Bruce's neck trying to get even close to him.

Bruce stroked faster and took a few more thrusts before biting at Tony’s Shoulder, “Fuck Bruce!” Giving one last smack into him growling like an animal, Bruce came hard into Tony, losing his balance as Tony arches his back, spilling himself onto the tile, gritting his teeth. He falls forward and steadies himself with both hands on the wall facing the floor panting.
Bruce pulls himself back flopping himself out with a wet plap. He rested his forehead against the small of Tony’s back and gripped at the Chrome shower handle, arms quivering slightly.

“-huff- Tony… Fuck… I think I’m seeing stars…”

Tony slowly turns around and leans back on the cold tile, “That was insane… -huff- I don’t really have anything to say -huff-... for once.”

“I honestly never thought I would be into the whole roleplay thing, but that was something else…” Bruce pulls his hand through his hair, swiping it out of his face, stretching his back and cracking a few vertebrae on the way. “At least we can have a little time to wash each other down now, let me scrub your back?”

Tony raises an eyebrow, “I think you’ve seen enough of the reverse side of me for one day, let me get yours.” He turns Bruce by the shoulders and grabs a scrubby and the actual shower gel bottle sudsing it up and starts making little circles on Bruce's back. Bruce exhales like he was holding in the world of tension and relaxes into Tony’s caring touch.

“I could get used to this.”

“Aftercare is very important Professor”, Tony whispers, almost laughing.