As he'd taken to do when perhaps not being as thoughtful about Bruce's condition as he might have been, Tony pressed his fingers against the pulse point in Bruce's neck while he kissed him again. "Too late," he murmured, as if that was something to be proud of. Nothing made Bruce shake in his resolve...save for Tony. He liked the idea that he could affect the man so much.

It was going to be his ruin, very likely.

Straddling the other man, cushioned by the softest of mattresses, Tony gave Bruce a reprieve for just a few moments as his hands skirted up the curl-laden chest of his boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Everytime he thought it, it made him feel so much younger than he was.

"You get excited just looking at me."