Steve smirks at him and says, "we'll see what tomorrow brings then, won't we?" If he wants to ride Clint's ass for being lazy, he's going to. Especially if it results in more no-strings days like this.

It becomes clear nearly immediately that Clint wants to tease, and that's perfectly fine. Steve knows he'll get his eventually, so he lets the archer touch and taste and outright fondle him while he does the same. He can't reach anywhere but Clint's shoulders, but he knows that there are sensitive areas on the head and neck, so he drifts his own hands around, gives the back of Clint's neck a soft squeeze and kneads his hands over his shoulders.

They're both just touching and exploring each other when Clint surprises him by taking him into his mouth. And that. That feels good. That feels amazing, actually. The archer is... talented. He's very good at this. Steve shouldn't be as surprised as he is.

"Fuck, Clint," he breathes. "Your mouth..."