NNNNNNNRFF. Oh, my GOD. Ex-friggin'-quisite. I can't get over the beauty of Tony's voice here,

And you have to ride home on the subway, that's a new team rule.
"I'm going to need to grab your dick now," he informs Bruce. "Medical necessity, ask any doctor. I have a heart condition, you know."
"I absolutely have a list," Tony says, breathless. "I will absolutely show it to you. It's short. No, don't fucking let go I will kill you--"

and the delicious hotness of Bruce's fear for him, and, yipe, the sex is GLORIOUS. HOMINA.

It's not a blowjob unless it leaves you a few follicles closer to baldness, that's my motto.
It seems to take forever, the heat and the gagging and Bruce's pubis grinding painfully against his nose as he jerks.
the perfect friction coefficient,

God, all of that, so wonderful.

Also, hippie seventies children's musicals inDEED. I will be singing that damn song all day.