#004 - Wielded and Weighted (The Avengers Movieverse, Bruce/Tony, NC-17)
Title: Wielded And Weighted
Fandom: The Avengers (Movieverse)
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 497
Warnings: BDSM, breathplay, dirty talk, fisting.
Challenge: #004 Dominance
There’s power pulsing under his skin. Always there, rippling within him, just waiting to be released.
The Other Guy, the Hulk, impatient and demanding, and some days it’s like Bruce can feel him clawing at his skin from the inside.
But this is different.
This isn’t the power of the Hulk, this isn’t raw brute strength and savagery.
This power belongs to Bruce and Bruce alone.
It still leaves him a little shaken at first, every time. Skittery with nerves, light-headed and lit up on adrenaline.
But he can hold that back, make sure nobody can see it.
He’s practiced at hiding his emotions, after all.
Because he doesn’t want Tony to see him hesitate.
Because he doesn’t want Tony to see how much this gets to him.
Not at first, at least. Not until Tony’s already fucked out and beyond words, not until every thread of Tony’s pride is completely unravelled.
That’s when Bruce can let everything out to the surface, when he can let it all play across his face.
But at the beginning, at the start of every session, he likes to hold himself apart a little. Letting Tony push at his control, until they’re both satisfied it won’t break.
And holding himself apart, it means he can really see what this does to Tony.
It means he can really feel it when he has Tony pinned to the wall, holding him there with long, deep, heavy kisses. Pulling back to see the way Tony’s mouth is already swelling a little, and when Tony’s lips try to chase his, an arm braced across Tony’s throat keeps him still.
“Stop being such a cocktease, Banner,” Tony growls, fingers pulling at his belt until Bruce applies more pressure to his throat in warning and Tony’s hands drop back to his sides.
He always pushes and struggles, just to prove he can, but the truth is that Tony’s already so obedient for him. Full of token protests but quieting down with just a word or a look, always waiting for what Bruce will do next.
“Just deciding how I want you tonight,” Bruce murmurs. “I think on your knees.”
Tony hisses out a breath. “Fuuuck, yes.”
“On the bed, maybe. Face pressed to the mattress, ass in the air. I want to take my time with you, get you all opened up and stretched for me.”
He’s long past being embarrassed to be talking in such a way, especially when Tony groans, arching against the arm still pressed to his neck.
“Do it slow, do it right. Get you loose enough, you’d take my whole fist, wouldn’t you?”
Tony whimpers, hips trying to roll against Bruce, but he’s just far back enough that all Tony can do is thrust against air. Already so needy for it, so open and honest with his emotions, so ready to fall apart in Bruce’s hands.
Bruce can undo Tony, can make Tony like it.
That’s his power, his and his alone.
Fandom: The Avengers (Movieverse)
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 497
Warnings: BDSM, breathplay, dirty talk, fisting.
Challenge: #004 Dominance
There’s power pulsing under his skin. Always there, rippling within him, just waiting to be released.
The Other Guy, the Hulk, impatient and demanding, and some days it’s like Bruce can feel him clawing at his skin from the inside.
But this is different.
This isn’t the power of the Hulk, this isn’t raw brute strength and savagery.
This power belongs to Bruce and Bruce alone.
It still leaves him a little shaken at first, every time. Skittery with nerves, light-headed and lit up on adrenaline.
But he can hold that back, make sure nobody can see it.
He’s practiced at hiding his emotions, after all.
Because he doesn’t want Tony to see him hesitate.
Because he doesn’t want Tony to see how much this gets to him.
Not at first, at least. Not until Tony’s already fucked out and beyond words, not until every thread of Tony’s pride is completely unravelled.
That’s when Bruce can let everything out to the surface, when he can let it all play across his face.
But at the beginning, at the start of every session, he likes to hold himself apart a little. Letting Tony push at his control, until they’re both satisfied it won’t break.
And holding himself apart, it means he can really see what this does to Tony.
It means he can really feel it when he has Tony pinned to the wall, holding him there with long, deep, heavy kisses. Pulling back to see the way Tony’s mouth is already swelling a little, and when Tony’s lips try to chase his, an arm braced across Tony’s throat keeps him still.
“Stop being such a cocktease, Banner,” Tony growls, fingers pulling at his belt until Bruce applies more pressure to his throat in warning and Tony’s hands drop back to his sides.
He always pushes and struggles, just to prove he can, but the truth is that Tony’s already so obedient for him. Full of token protests but quieting down with just a word or a look, always waiting for what Bruce will do next.
“Just deciding how I want you tonight,” Bruce murmurs. “I think on your knees.”
Tony hisses out a breath. “Fuuuck, yes.”
“On the bed, maybe. Face pressed to the mattress, ass in the air. I want to take my time with you, get you all opened up and stretched for me.”
He’s long past being embarrassed to be talking in such a way, especially when Tony groans, arching against the arm still pressed to his neck.
“Do it slow, do it right. Get you loose enough, you’d take my whole fist, wouldn’t you?”
Tony whimpers, hips trying to roll against Bruce, but he’s just far back enough that all Tony can do is thrust against air. Already so needy for it, so open and honest with his emotions, so ready to fall apart in Bruce’s hands.
Bruce can undo Tony, can make Tony like it.
That’s his power, his and his alone.