So I've been in this fandom for quite a while on Live journal and hadn't gotten a chance to cross-post, but I needed a break from studying for a while (IB Exams suck.) so here's a fun Avengers kink meme fill :D

Bruce

He breathes in deeply, holds it a moment and then focuses on letting go. Mind blank, Bruce doesn't stop the motion of his hand on his cock. He's still in control.

In, out.

It's been three months since the last time the Hulk burst out of him and Bruce is feeling confident. Confident enough to run his thumbnail up the underside of his cock so that he shudders, chest tightening up as his breath catches momentarily.

Underneath his other palm, Bruce's heart rate picks up slightly. Systole, diastole. But he's still okay, still safe.

In, out.

He's breathing more heavily now, can feel himself getting close to climax, and now he has to slow down. Bruce loosens his grip, slows the motion of his hand. He focuses on the growing pressure in his balls, feels them tight and heavy with the need for release. It's been a long time since he's had occasion to do this - he needs to take his time for obvious reasons - but it also helps with his control.

Bruce lets his fingers slip a little lower, toys with a nipple as he counts heart beats. He's gotten good at estimating it, but he glances at the clock next to the bed to be safe; waits for a minute to go by. It cools him down some, keeps him steady.

In, out.

He keeps breathing deeply - same way he does when he meditates - and picks up the pace again, bringing his hand back to stroking his engorged cock. A little dribble of pre cum escapes him and Bruce collects it with a swipe of his thumb before rubbing it back down his length. He's not going to last much longer, heart rate picking up a bit more.

He slows his breathing even further, stills his hand for a moment to let his heart rate drop accordingly. He focuses on relaxing his body one limb at a time until he's completely boneless against the sheets, lips parted gently as Bruce lets his head sink into the pillow.

Now he can tighten his grip, tugging his cock up towards his belly with a slow, careful hand. His other hand remains on his chest, keeping time with the beating of his heart, but Bruce allows himself to let his fingertips curl with the heat building in his abdomen. His nails dig into the soft skin, but he's far enough along that the slight pain only enhances the whole sensation.

A soft sound falls from Bruce's lips as the heat begins to spread out into the rest of his body.

In, out. In, out.

Two more pulls, fingers twisting skillfully along his length and that's it - Bruce sucks in one last breath as every muscle in his body pulls as tight as Clint's bow string. His eyes are slammed shut, nails digging into his chest hard enough to probably draw blood, but beneath it all there's a steady: thump-thump, thump-thump.

Bruce lays back for another minute, regaining focus. He wipes his hand off on his shirt and breathes.

In, out.