[It's never been a concern, the super strength. Hell, it's played into fantasies a couple of times. There's admittedly a certain amount of cockiness involved, imagining he can take whatever's dished out, though that might also be an expectation to temper.
But he trusts Steve to know what he's doing. Even if it's been a while. And for all that Clint likes to push his own limits, he trusts that if something gets said, they can slow down or stop or change direction if need be.
Not that he's planning on slowing down now that they've gotten started. There's a hint of a laugh starting by the time Steve leans in for more hungry kissing, rumbling in his chest. His ankles hook lightly right around Steve's ass, enjoying the pressure of a body against his. And he can't let his partner be doing all the exploring. Because Steve is overdressed, and he has to get his hands on some more skin immediately, using much less caution than he'd been shown in the way he pulls Steve's shirt up by greedy handfuls, feeling up all along that broad back before adding a scratch of nails to the mix.
Which is right about when Steve makes a discovery, makes a sound that absolutely goes shooting directly through him, squeezes him just so. If that's not approval, he doesn't know what is. He'll take it, greedily, nibbling at Steve's lip, nipping then along a finely chiseled jawline, all the way to an earlobe.]
Like what you see and like what you feel. Careful, Cap; you'll give me an ego.
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But he trusts Steve to know what he's doing. Even if it's been a while. And for all that Clint likes to push his own limits, he trusts that if something gets said, they can slow down or stop or change direction if need be.
Not that he's planning on slowing down now that they've gotten started. There's a hint of a laugh starting by the time Steve leans in for more hungry kissing, rumbling in his chest. His ankles hook lightly right around Steve's ass, enjoying the pressure of a body against his. And he can't let his partner be doing all the exploring. Because Steve is overdressed, and he has to get his hands on some more skin immediately, using much less caution than he'd been shown in the way he pulls Steve's shirt up by greedy handfuls, feeling up all along that broad back before adding a scratch of nails to the mix.
Which is right about when Steve makes a discovery, makes a sound that absolutely goes shooting directly through him, squeezes him just so. If that's not approval, he doesn't know what is. He'll take it, greedily, nibbling at Steve's lip, nipping then along a finely chiseled jawline, all the way to an earlobe.]
Like what you see and like what you feel. Careful, Cap; you'll give me an ego.