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It's like a slow burn.
Tony Stark realizes that Bruce Banner is his fever.
Tony blames himself that it took entirely too long for him to come to terms with just how hungry he is for Bruce. It started with little things, watching a movie together, and occasionally exchanging little touches. They're all feather soft at first because it makes Bruce nervous. It only got worse when he realized that there were songs that actually made him think of Bruce, obsess over Bruce. It was a drunken night that had them dancing and that night it had overcome him.
That was the night that he had the first dream. He heard his bedroom door open, the soft click as the door met the lock again. He felt the bed shift as the added weight combined with his. He reached up, his hand finding that deliciously strong jawline, following it up until he could knot his hand in the beautiful mottled hair. He pulled down, absolutely crushing their face together and that first kiss was strong and needy and full of promise. Tony moaned into the kiss, his back arching and pressing their bodies together.
Bruce looked down his body cast in a soft blue glow and he moved back a little, smiling. He kissed Tony softly, a sweeter feeling than before. His kiss trailed down to Tony's chin, then his neck, then his collarbone, then placed the softest kiss to the arc reactor. Tony moaned softly, his body arching upwards to meet Bruce's kisses. Even the feeling of the scruff on his chin was turning him on. Tony ran his hand across Bruce's chest, finding ever line and bump made by his muscles. Fuck was he attractive. This wasn't a secret, but Tony had never gotten to appreciate it so openly.
He trailed his hands down Bruce's sides until they rested on his hips. He whimpered when Bruce leaned in, nipping at his neck. Tony slowly pulled Bruce down so that they were touching from head to toe. They were both rock hard and Tony ground his hips up rubbing his cock against Bruce's.
"Jesus fucking christ Banner, I have wanted this..."
And then he jolts awake, chest heaving, his cock standing erect and twitching with need.
He was delirious.
He wanted Bruce Banner to consume him. He needed it. Somehow Tony Stark always got what he wanted. This was not an opportunity where he would break that streak.