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[starkingenuity]

[Tony volunteers for the worst sort of body take over ever: here.]

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[hulkbusted]

No matter how long this thing between them remains a thing, it's going to be complicated. By Tony's issues, by Bruce's issues, by the world around them.

But just then, Bruce doesn't care. He can appreciate being the center of Tony's attention, more than that, he can revel in it. Kiara had done him a favor by suppressing his anger, but she'd flipped his world on its head by suppressing his fear.

He's doing pretty well for all of the sensory overload that Tony's bringing, he even gets his knees parted without much in the way of self-consciousness, but attacks, teasing or otherwise, finally have him grabbing Tony's wrist and mumbling, "Little intense. Just... yellow light? Slow it down?"

[ooc: My turn to be sorry for delays. Things are going to be hectic at work for a while.]

[starkingenuity]

[Thats Okay! I’ll be happy for a tag when it comes!]

See, Tony had been going slow. This is slow! It’s almost like a glacier in the total amount of slowness he’s forcing upon himself! The truth of the matter is that patience and Tony Stark mix just a little better than oil and water do and he’s having trouble maintaining the level of patience he’s been chugging along at since Bruce returned the kiss in the hot tub.

Yellow, he reminds himself, is not red, however. This isn’t full stop and it’s not reverse. Bruce just needs more coaxing, like a stubborn lug nut, slightly rusted and stripped.

Tony let’s go of his forward momentum, for the moment, and propped his head up on the hand that hadn’t been trying to hit pay dirt sooner rather than later.

“There’s not a whole lot more I can do to release the throttle,” he says, and that’s not being pushy. Just honest. “Any less pressure and the ship slows to a halt. I’m not trying to push you into anything, all right, but I don’t have anything smaller than my pinkie.” Tony smirks, lovely, huge brown eyes filled with mirth. “I’m cool with going back to making out and dry humping though before we figure out how to reverse Freaky Friday us back to normal.”

[hulkbusted]

Yellow isn't red and Bruce is aware that Tony and patience have really only had passing acquaintance in his life. Ordinarily Bruce can be patient enough for both of them, but he doesn't ordinarily have Tony making inroads where no man has gone before.

He laughs just a little and reaches up to thread his fingers in Tony's hair and pull him down for a hard kiss, determined to make it clear that he's not backing out or losing his nerve, only letting Tony go when he's certain his point has been made.

"We're doing this while we're both enjoying the refractory periods of twenty-somethings. If we both like it, we're gonna do it again before getting to the reverse Freaky Fridaying." His hand slides out of Tony's hair, trails down his back, and ends up resting on the swell of his ass. "You work on keeping it slow and I'll work on remembering that I don't need to put on the brakes."

Habit's a bitch, and the habit of celibacy is a deeply ingrained one.

[ooc: Apologies for taking so long! Didn't expect to get hit so hard by the time of year.]