Bruce can remember wanting someone this much. She's the reason he's able to do this with Tony at all, and he's certain that the intensity then had been amped up beyond what he would have been able to summon himself. Whether that wanting and this wanting have much in common is something only someone with a clearer head could tease out of the messy tangle of friendship and loneliness and desire that they're making just then.

And Bruce has absolutely no interest in even trying. He's used up the last of his restraint in the Great Condom Hunt and now he has Tony babbling at him and friction that has him stifling a groan against Tony's shoulder. Raising his eyes to catch a glance the two of them in the mirrors that surround them, he isn't interested in the contrast between Tony's gym physique and his own softer body; he's caught by the way he can steal a look at Tony's expression in a reflection of a reflection.

He doesn't take his eyes off of the mirrors now as he snakes a hand between them to wrap fingers around Tony's shaft and tease at the head with his thumb, watching as he puts his lips near Tony's ear for a rough murmur, "If you can talk this much, it isn't fast enough."