Anthony Edward Stark

"Tony..." Tony's chest is suddenly very interesting because it isn't those brown eyes or his lips or that damned smirk. Ten minutes ago Tony wasn't anywhere on his sexual radar because Bruce has boundaries. Now Tony's very much on the radar because Tony doesn't have boundaries.

"Where do you think this is going?" He can't seem to stop his head from shaking minutely, tiny sweeps of his chin from left to right and back again, over and over. No, no, no.

Coming back up to read Tony's expression is no improvement. He wants his demeanor to be calm, firm, but what he gets with that little head shake and the pucker between his eyebrows is closer to yearning and fear. "This isn't Vegas and I'm not a fling."