Taking a Break - Tony/Bruce PWP

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Tony Stark was a man with a goal. And right now, his goal was to get to Bruce as close as possible. Whether it was to literally kiss the living day light out of him (and with that, the man's broody mood he was most definitely in) or just because he needed to feel a heartbeat under the tips of his fingers as he caressed Wayne's chest during their many activities.

"I'm sorry, Mister Wayne is busy," said the secretary, not even looking up from the nails she was painting. Tony rolled his eyes and bowed down so he was leaning on the desk with his elbows, using two of his fingers to lift the woman's chin up and then show her one of his dazzling smiles.

"I'm sure Wayne won't mind if I go in, don't you think so?"

The secretary, still not entirely sure if she should let him pass, bit her bright red lip and shot a quick glance at the closed door to Bruce Wayne's office before nodding and looking away from Tony's seducing eyes and smile. Tony smirked, nodded thanks to her and stalked towards the closed door, not even bothering to knock. The eyes of the secretary followed him until he finally closed the door behind him and saw Bruce bended over a whole lot of papers, his tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth in concentration and a small frown on his brow. In addition, he had also removed his tie and opened several of the top buttons of his shirt, giving Tony a nice view of those sharp collarbones that he loved kissing and nipping so much.

Instead of saying a single word and pulling Bruce out his concentration (which wasn't always that vast), Tony slowly walked over to Bruce's desk and behind the man's leather chair. The chairs in front of the desk were for the show anyway, Tony always did prefer the leather seat more. Letting his hands slide over Bruce's shoulders, Tony started a soft massage and bend down so his lips were at Bruce's ear.

"Why so busy?"

"Some of us have work to do Stark."

"Not when I'm around," Tony whispered in Bruce's ear and twirled the chair around so Bruce was finally facing him.

A smirk played on Tony's lips as he saw the annoyance in Bruce's eyes. A glare was directed at him but Tony, being Tony Stark, simply ignored this and nuzzled his face in Bruce's neck.  The smooth hairs of his goatee tickled the other man's neck but he wasn't going to let it show anytime soon. This only made Tony try harder. Leaning with his both hands on the armrests of the chair, Tony started planting butterfly kisses up and down Bruce's neck, nipping at the exposed skin and leaving a small loving bite mark on his collarbone.

Bruce sighed Tony’s name but did it so soft that Tony barely heard it. He already had his fingers working on the other buttons of Bruce’s shirt so it fell open and exposed the man’s bare, scarred and bruised skin. Others might’ve gasped or stopped with what they were doing to ask if he was alright and how these marks came to be, but not Tony. Tony, who was used to being beaten up all the time himself, was more interested in kissing every inch of Bruce’s now exposed chest while his hands moved from the armrests to Bruce’s hips and held onto them.

Before Tony could actually continue and move further down than he already was, Bruce heaved him up by his collar and forced the man to kiss him. A reaction Tony had been waiting for the moment he had walked in. Placing both of his hands on each side of Bruce’s face, Tony fervently kissed the man back. Bruce (for many various reasons) did not like the fact that he was practically pinned to his seat by Tony’s sudden weight upon his lap and stood up, making sure Tony didn’t fall or break the kiss before he pushed the billionaire against the wall.

“You’re not that special Stark.”

“Face it Wayne, I am,” a smirk played on Tony’s lips as he slowly started pushing off the shirt from Bruce’s shoulders and looked in admiration at every scar and bruise. Bruce let him, knowing that at one point or another, the clothes would be coming off anyway so why not immediately? Instead of trying to stop Tony from undressing him further, he started fumbling with Tony’s own jacket and shirt, once again trapping his tongue in the corner of his mouth. This was becoming a small habit of him during the moments of concentration and never before had Tony been so fascinated and turned on by this small gesture at the same time.

Bruce’s hand dipped in Tony’s pants before the billionaire could even stop him and soon, Tony threw his head back against the wall and growled. Bruce smirked and hid his face in the crook of Tony’s neck, biting it softly while his hand softly and slowly caressed Tony’s erection. Calloused fingers fumbled with Bruce’s pants and soon, they were pulled down and the game was back in Tony’s hand.

Taking control of the situation, Tony grabbed Bruce by his upper arms and slammed the man against the wall before his lips continued their trail from before he was pushed against the wall. Soon, Tony’s lips were softly teasing Bruce by placing soft feathery kisses on his hard cock before Tony took Bruce’s entire length in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue.

Bruce let his fingers go through Tony’s styled black hair, biting his lip as Tony did everything to drive him mad. A soft moan escaped the brown haired billionaire’s lips as his companion, no, lover, started planting soft kisses on his stomach again, moving up and no longer paid attention to Bruce’s hard-on. Whimpering, Bruce looked pleading at the other man once he was back up on eye-level.

“Be patient Wayne,” Tony smirked and leaned in closer to Bruce’s ear than was good for him at the moment, “the best is yet to come.”

With that said, Tony nibbled on Bruce’s earlobe while he let those calloused fingers trace every scar and imperfection of Bruce’s body. It was enough to make Bruce want more and the growl escaping from deep down his throat alerted Tony of this.

Another smirk. That teasing glint in those dark eyes. A quick peck on the lips. All the small gestures were enough to turn Bruce on and Tony knew it, using his knowledge of Bruce’s weak points to his advantage. Thrusting his hips against Tony’s (that were still clothed, he had to do something about that), Bruce wanted Tony to know how impatient he really was. In return, Tony bit down on Bruce’s collarbone, hard enough to leave a mark and easy enough to hide.

Kissing the teeth marks on Bruce’s skin, Tony gave him another peck on the lips while one of his hands encircled Bruce’s cock and slowly started moving up and down. Tony rested his forehead against Bruce’s and closed his eyes as he focused on what his hand was doing to Bruce. The man whimpered under the touch, asking for more. The sight of Bruce’s eyes closed, a thin layer of sweat already covering the man’s naked body, his hair messed up from Tony’s fingers was enough for anyone to come at that moment. Thankfully Tony had some good self-control and managed to make the fun last somewhat longer.

Unfortunately for Tony, he had underestimated Bruce’s strength and soon he found himself pinned on top of Bruce’s desk, his arm twisted behind his back and another one on the back of his neck to keep him in place. Bruce Wayne was literally on top of him, his lips at Tony’s ear, telling him he was done waiting. All Tony could muster at that moment was another one of his cocky smirks before he wriggled out of the trousers that were too big on him anyway (he had lost a lot of weight recently apparently).

So there they were. Both of them naked with Tony Stark pinned down to Bruce Wayne’s desk. Both of them turned on as horny teenagers and neither of them was making a move to do a thing about it. Tony whimpered at the strain his arm was enduring because of Bruce’s grip on it but didn’t dare to move it or ask if Bruce could release it. The thought of being at his lover’s mercy was too much of a turn on for Tony to do anything about it, even if it caused him physical pain for the next several days.

“I’m done with being patient Stark,” Bruce growled in Tony’s ear, using that dark, deep voice that he often used when he was playing a flying rodent in the middle of the night. It had always been a turn-on for Tony and Bruce knew this, using it at every opportunity he could just to get what he wanted from his lover.

“Take me then Wayne,” said Tony with all the strength he could muster. Being pinned down and feeling Bruce’s hard erection against his ass was seriously enough for all the blood to drain away from Tony’s brain and leave him pretty much at the mercy of his dick.

This didn’t need to be said twice before Bruce literally thrusted into Tony without any lube or preparation. He was sure Tony would feel it tomorrow but he couldn’t be bothered to grab any lube right now. Tony’s hands fumbled around the desk in a way to break free from Bruce’s attack on his ass and small tears formed in the man’s eyes. They had only done it without lube a handful of times.

“Fuck Wayne. No lube?”

Bruce, seeing the small tears in his lover’s eyes, pulled out and turned Tony around, placing a hand on the arc reactor to keep him still while his other free hand searched for that bottle of lube he had hidden in one of his drawers. From time to time, his eyes shot towards Tony’s, staring at those lust-filled orbs.

As their bodies joined together in the act of sex, or better yet, making love, Bruce and Tony’s hands roamed over each other’s body, caressing the forgotten scars, the newer ones and the ones that would never be forgotten. The only sounds in the room were the sounds of gasping, moaning and groaning as both men came together.

Tony nuzzled Bruce’s neck and smiled, they both smelled like sex, their hair was sticking up and the office was full of scattered clothes and papers. Not moving to do anything about the mess, the two men melted into each other, enjoying embracing each other as if they were about to die. Tony tried to stroke Bruce’s hair back the way it was before but it was no avail, just like his hair, Bruce’s would just go back to it’s messy state.

“Thank god your office is sound proof.”

“Well, the elevator-“

“-I don’t want to know Bruce,” Tony grinned, shaking his head at his lover who moved away and started looking for his clothes in case that someone else decided to enter without knocking like Tony always did. Tony pouted and pulled Bruce closer again, kissing him on the lips, “same time next week?”

Rolling his eyes, Bruce had to admit, if it hadn’t been for Tony’s persistent nature, they would never have gotten to where they were now. In the end, he nodded and returned the kiss Tony couldn’t resist giving him.