Steve grins at Clint at the suggestion. "The way I see it, we can both get what we want," he says, gently fitting his hand around Clint's dick and giving it a couple pulls. "I get my mouth on you now, show you what being in the army really taught me, and then you get a bit of a breather while you get me ready. Then I'll let you bend me over, or I can ride you, dealer's choice."

He's gotten the impression that Clint is into everything they've done so far, and he'd already mentioned wanting Steve's mouth, so Steve drops another of those molten kisses on him and then starts to make his way down, trailing his lips over Clint's skin and mapping out the lines of muscle with his tongue.

Finally, he finds himself kissing over Clint's hips, leaving light, suckling marks. He wants to tease for a moment, so he does. He nips at the archer's hips, sucks a mark into the defined vee heading down toward his dick. He gets a hand beneath him so that he can squeeze his ass before finally, finally sucking Clint all the way down. He'd overcome that pesky gag reflex in his teens, so there's no hesitation in taking him in fully.