To start, [ he agrees, his voice a fraction deeper than it normally is.
But that might have to do with the fact he continues to edge his way along Clint's body, letting his mouth trail over the places his fingers don't. He's responsive, and frankly, there's always been something about that sort of reaction that Steve has liked. It's encouraging, maybe, and once Steve is settled in a decent place between his legs, he only tips his head enough to nudge the hand in his hair before continuing his exploration.
He doesn't go right for his cock, instead moving along his inner thigh as he slips a hand under his knee to adjust his position. It's all sort of gentle, almost guiding him, but then, he's dragging his teeth across tender skin, following with the wet glide of his tongue. He even sucks at that spot between hip and thigh until it's an angry red, and before there can be any complaints, he does it to the other side in the exact same place. Like a reminder he'd been there, that he'd experienced Clint this way. ]
Still good? [ And how rhetorical it actually is because he doesn't wait for an answer, pressing his cheek against the length of him until his lips graze the head. Then, fingers braced on Clint's stomach, Steve hums quietly as he swallows him down without hesitation or any care that he could choke. ]
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But that might have to do with the fact he continues to edge his way along Clint's body, letting his mouth trail over the places his fingers don't. He's responsive, and frankly, there's always been something about that sort of reaction that Steve has liked. It's encouraging, maybe, and once Steve is settled in a decent place between his legs, he only tips his head enough to nudge the hand in his hair before continuing his exploration.
He doesn't go right for his cock, instead moving along his inner thigh as he slips a hand under his knee to adjust his position. It's all sort of gentle, almost guiding him, but then, he's dragging his teeth across tender skin, following with the wet glide of his tongue. He even sucks at that spot between hip and thigh until it's an angry red, and before there can be any complaints, he does it to the other side in the exact same place. Like a reminder he'd been there, that he'd experienced Clint this way. ]
Still good? [ And how rhetorical it actually is because he doesn't wait for an answer, pressing his cheek against the length of him until his lips graze the head. Then, fingers braced on Clint's stomach, Steve hums quietly as he swallows him down without hesitation or any care that he could choke. ]