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Acceptance	By : ScereyahaDreamweaver Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3928 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“You haven’t stopped looking amused since this whole… experiment started.” Anthony said, looking up at him.

He was relieved to see his friend happy, but was mildly disconcerted, not wanting to think of himself as a source of amusement, as a particular term. As it was, he was not entirely sure he was comfortable with his own new habit of always ending up on his back.

“Well, it has been a very interesting… experiment.” Bruce said, propped up on his arms over him, thinking about how much of a pleasant surprise the shift in their relationship had been.

“Oh? And, are we still calling it that? Or are you ready to present your findings, doctor?” said Anthony, taking up the mannerisms that normally went with his most pointed quips, but wiggling a little underneath him.

“Now see, that depends." he said, pressing down against him.

“On what?” asked Anthony, playing along.

He shifted to get the hard pressing off the pressure-sensitive contents of his scrotum, causing that hardness to settle between his thighs, the tip just under his own erection.

“You, mostly. Why don’t you present your findings first." he said with a devious smirk, that for Bruce was rare, and that Anthony never got tired of seeing.

Bruce adjusted himself to press upwards against him, seeking pressure against his tip, beginning to grind against him.

“Well, doctor…” Anthony’s breathy whimsical musings were cut short.

Bruce rolled his hips forward and was surprised a moment later when he realized Anthony had stopped talking. He guessed that, since there did not seem to be any protest, it meant he had done something right. He waited until Anthony breathlessly started to try to finish what he was saying, and pressed forward again to the same effect. He watched Anthony blush deeply, his eyes taking on a drugged look, and watched his pulse jump in his throat. In part out of enjoyment of the soft flesh he was pressing into, and in part curiosity, he wiggled his hips forward in a grinding motion. Anthony’s head hit the pillow and his back arched.

Anthony was trying to tell Bruce to stop, not that what he was doing was unpleasant, it was just alarmingly sudden that it felt that good, and also somewhat confusing. His voice, however, seemed to have abandoned him. He could barely think of the word he needed, let alone get his mouth to say it. He pushed at his shoulder meekly. He did not quite know what was going on, he could have guessed if he thought about it, but he was having a hard time thinking just then. It felt so good.

Bruce realized, after a moment of entertained puzzlement, what it was that seemed to be affecting his friend so. The soft spot he was pressing into, just behind his testicles, happened to be just below the prostate gland. He was able to press up into the forgiving tissue along his shaft, inside his body, to its base against where that gland was. He knew that it was supposed to feel good to have pressure there, but he had not expected quite this level of reaction. Anthony was now panting slightly; sweat having broken across his chest. He wiggled against him again and ran his hand over the hardness that was resting on his friend’s stomach. Anthony’s leg seemed to impulsively wrap itself over his hip, his fingers already entwined in his hair. Bruce kissed his shoulder and eased back off him slightly.

“I’m sorry, that was rude, you were trying to say something.” Bruce said, not sounding at all sorry.

“Just a little sudden.” said Anthony, a bit brokenly, after taking a moment to catch his breath.

Apparently he had completely lost track of what he had been saying, and did not care. Bruce ran his hand up along the thigh that was now at his hip, and tugged it a bit higher. He watched as Anthony blushed again, lightly, but made no move to unwrap his leg. Anthony’s eyes flickered up at him. He kissed him quickly, pressing up against him as he did, causing Anthony to pull back away from the kiss as his head met the pillow again. As he pressed forward again, Anthony’s other knee slid past his thigh, allowing him to settle in between his legs. Bruce brought his knees up to either side of his back, so he could have more leverage over him, maintaining some pressure to keep his place and keep Anthony from being able to protest.

“Isn’t that an interesting development.” said Bruce, and it was a statement, not a question.

Anthony could not glare at him because of the pleasure being pressed into him between his legs. He wished his friend would stop looking so amused. It felt so good, he did not want him to stop, just stop looking so damned pleased about it. He managed a somewhat accusing look. Bruce gave him one of his apologetic smiles, but then ground forward anyways.

The honest truth was that he really was enjoying seeing Anthony be in that much pleasure and it was rather gratifying to find himself in a decidedly dominant role, when normally he was the one being led or seduced. He lifted himself off him a bit and held his hips down so he could press a bit harder.

“What? Aren’t you enjoying yourself?" he asked in a pointedly pleasant, mock innocent, tone while running his hands down the insides of his friend’s thighs.

Anthony seemed to almost wince at this sudden unabashed behaviour, and how much he was enjoying it. Bruce could have almost been coming across as cocky, if it were not for him still looking so blatantly sheepish. Anthony thought it an odd but fitting contrast; Bruce’s new found aggression coming across in his actions, and his own embarrassment over it written on his face.

“Shut up, you smarmy bast…” Anthony tried to take a shot at him, but his friend had found the off button for his voice that so many sat sadly convinced did not even exist.

“And do what?" he mumbled shyly into his shoulder.

Bruce was about done being bold now though, his own embarrassment catching up with him. Anthony could tell too, and did not bother answering, since he was already getting what he wanted. He could feel that the hard tip kneading into his soft flesh was getting wet.

Now that his own amusement had worn off, Bruce found himself incredibly aroused. This was far too reminiscent of sex. Anthony’s legs pulled him forward, but there was only so deep he could press and suddenly he wanted inside of him; wanted it so badly he could not stand it. He heard a warning beep that meant his heart rate was increasing quickly, and groaned in protest about what he was about to make himself do.

“Tony, stop." he said, even though he was the one on top.

“Right now?” Anthony asked him, his voice rough.

“Just let me catch my breath." he said, holding still and breathing deeply, consciously and slowly.

Anthony almost said something, Bruce could tell, but then fell silent. He realized, then, that his friend had been close and that he had stopped just shy of grinding him over the edge. He closed his eyes slowly and tried not to let the idea of it push his heart rate even higher. He sat back, the head of his own sex still nestled into the soft dip beneath the other’s. He ran his hands over him, concentrating on Anthony, rather than what he was feeling or what he wanted himself, hoping it would help. He pulled his hips a bit closer to his own and wrapped one hand around his erection, moving in long strokes as he began to slowly roll his hips against him. Anthony’s eyes closed again and he seemed to go back to being completely absorbed by the sensations he was experiencing.

Bruce took this opportunity to watch him. He loved seeing him look so happily lost. He tried not to think of what it would be like to be able to thrust deeply into him, watching what his own hand was doing instead. Here too Anthony looked fine and properly trimmed, perhaps in combination with not having too much hair to begin with. His tidy dark treasure trail ended in a neatly trimmed, dark patch where it should, and all men had hair on their bottoms, and over their scrotum, his just seemed light and scattered. He doubted Anthony would wax anything there, no one in their right mind would. He smiled in a shy and satisfied way; confident Anthony could not see him at the moment and very content that there was so much smooth skin -without burly hair to make it rough- to rub against here too. It amused him on some level that his friend was content to be with someone who had more body hair than he did, despite that he had only shown interest in women before now, but he would never share that private joke with him, just smile about it when no one was looking. He felt amused and calm enough now that he closed his eyes and went back to enjoying the slippery pressure and the feel of Anthony squirming.

Anthony, though he would never directly point it out either, had his own reasons to find his friend a little amusing. The shy sweet doctor being so inclined to be so physically dominant, especially when in any other context he was terrified -if anything- of the harm that aggressive behaviour could cause. Despite what anyone would believe, Anthony seemed to push his buttons and tug his strings just right to make him anything but passive, and really, Anthony was certain he had never actually been submissive -at least not willingly or comfortably so- with the exception of being a scared child once upon a time. Bruce used to seem so -filled the role seeming uncomfortable in his own skin- and was still looked at that way often enough now; but with all his pent up anger and aggression issues, he felt it was truly ridiculous to think of him that way. It seemed as if even when he was being submissive, deferring to others -like Anthony- he hated that he was doing it, saw himself as weak because of it. It was not helped by the fact that he had always been small and slim of build, nor that his skin had always looked youthful, that his eyes had always been so expressive and dark, nor that his hair had always seemed so playfully curled. Anthony though it would be nice to have him squirming under him sometime, when his friend was not still so nervous about things getting carried too far. Even now that he had filled-out some, developed some expression lines from too many worried looks, gained some grey hair from stress and had more body hair than average, he still looked rather unassuming; Something that Anthony thought he must be a bit frustrated by. After all, if he looked threatening all the time, people would likely be less inclined to push his buttons, not Anthony, but most people. So, he supposed, he could easily be seen as the proverbial wolf in sheep‘s clothing. The fact that he often looked as doe-eyed and uncared-for as a stray was one of those adorable things about him that had always tugged right at Anthony’s heartstrings, and one of those things he would probably never admit aloud. Now the wolf in his friend seemed a willing slave to causing him intense pleasure, and it made his misgivings about his own compromised position evaporate. Not to mention it made it all the more amusing for Bruce to be so pointedly sexually aggressive, especially when he had to stand on his toes to do it. Besides that, Anthony thought it was good for him.

It did not take long for the new sensations and the suggestiveness of it to get to them both. Anthony was at a liberty to get as lost in it all as he wanted, his orgasms was intense and hit him hard making him loud, and rather higher pitched than usual; the pressure that could, in another context, be uncomfortable being to blame. Bruce had to breathe as calmly as possible through as much of it as possible, but when he felt Anthony’s body pulse -muscles contracting and pushing him out of the soft dip in spasms- causing slippery friction, it gave him the momentary loss of composure that he needed. Spilling against the soft skin came with a slow and rolling pleasure that lingered long enough to make him feel light headed. The monitoring pack on his arm beeped briefly in warning, but he was already back into safe ranges by the time he registered what the sound meant.

Bruce breathed deeply, forehead resting ever so gently on the arc reactor. He smoothed his hands over the front of Anthony’s hips as his legs relaxed back to the bed on either side of him. He lowered his weight gently, shifting half off onto the bed, and suddenly they were a tired, panting tangle of limbs.

“You still look way too amused for my liking.” said Anthony, trying to look down at him.

“Can you even see me, or do you just assume I’m smiling?" he asked, propping himself up on one arm next to his head.

“I can feel you smirking when you think I can‘t see, scruffy.” Anthony tried to look unimpressed.

Bruce gave him an abashed smile. He may have been a shy, mild person on the surface -and he often felt like he really was that restrained, easily embarrassed person around Anthony- but he also had a deep twisted side, a few of them really. He had been a shy young doctor, the living embodiment of his own id, a conqueror of worlds, a frightened refugee, a destroyer of worlds, a saviour of worlds, a hero and -possibly most disturbingly- a criminally insane unstoppable genius bent on attaining power and revenge, amongst other things. Now he had settled down some, grown as a person and come to better terms with himself, gaining some sort of internal cooperation, if not all out reversing and healing some of the fracturing in his mind, something he felt he owed in part to the constant influence of the man under him. Despite his seeming retirement from instability and misplaced destruction, however, it would still be remiss of anyone to think of him as nothing more than the emotionally repressed young man he used to be. He had experienced so many different lives and had a sense of humour to match.

“A little giddy that The Tony Stark lets you be on top?” Anthony asked him, trying to look unimpressed, but coming across as mildly amused despite his efforts.

“Maybe.” Bruce answered, caught between blushing at the inference and smirking in amusement.

His eyes darted back and forth across the sheets a few times.

“Lets?" he asked with a twitch of his lips and raising his brow.

Anthony seemed to shrug a little.

“I, um… seem to remember you enjoying yourself." he said, making Anthony wonder how he could manage to look so sly and coy at the same time.

Anthony seemed to by trying to agree nonchalantly, but he also looked a little confused and mildly uncomfortable.

“I know it can feel good.” Bruce said to put him at ease, earning himself a surprised brow quirk.

“Contrary to what you seem to think…” Bruce started to say, mildly annoyed at the assumption Anthony had just made.

Anthony felt anxious suddenly, though it was too brief for him to analyse why. Bruce suddenly sounded annoyed and he did not know what he was about to say; that he was not his first, that he had not caused a sudden shift in his sexuality the way he was giving himself credit for, that another man had had him first, he did not know.

“…I do in fact care about my prostate health.” Bruce said, and Anthony felt silly for his sudden doubt and aimless jealousy.

It had been often enough that he went through phases where it would have been even criminally negligent of him to let himself become too worked up or, conversely, risk the surly mood he could settle into if he went too long without some kind of release.

“Though, I don’t think I enjoy it as much as you seem to." he said in revenge and indulgence, kissing his wrist again.

Anthony glared at him, pursing his lips in half-genuine annoyance. He was in the process of coming to terms with the idea; and the fact that he too had found it rather suggestive of something else, and had found himself curious and excited, rather than put off.

“Well, we could always test that hypothesis a bit further.” Anthony cryptically suggested.

“Uh… I don’t think so.” Bruce said, obviously having sound objections to the idea.

“Afraid you can’t handle it?” Anthony asked, quirking one eyebrow again.

“It might be a bit much for now.” Bruce assured him.

However, despite this, the idea seemed to have planted itself in each of their minds. Anthony found himself thinking about it more often than he would have liked, and Bruce too often found himself watching Anthony walk and having to take long moments breathing calmly and trying to change his mental track. They seemed to fall into yet another new habit, where Bruce ended up Between Anthony’s legs at least once a day. Anthony thought it was only a matter of time until Bruce caved in and agreed to give him what he was growing to crave. If it felt good to have him grind into the flesh outside, he could not help but wonder about the friction and pressure inside, and feel a flutter in his chest when he thought about how intimate it would be.

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A note from the author:

Here's a little tease of something slashy at least. The next chapter "Night terrors" ... And I'll let you stew on that.
But really, let me know what about my writing you like, what you might want to see from me, and I may just deliver on it.
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