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"It's not creepy; you were very unsubtle." That's his laughing protest as he lets Steve undress him with finesse. He's learning a lot, though. Steve likes dick, only tolerates pussy if it's someone he very much likes that can pound him within an inch of his life with whatever they've got handy. Noted.

Clint's never been picky. That he fell in love as hard and fast as he did was downright anomalous, though that's in no way a complaint. When he was younger, when he didn't have a direction in his life before SHIELD and even a while after he'd been picked up, he had a reckless streak a country mile wide. Spent weekends at clubs and dive bars with whoever was interested wherever they felt like. Somehow it never ended up with him dead, though he calmed down significantly after gaining purpose and a handler that could read him like a book.

Still not picky, but maybe more discerning.

He sucks in a sharp breath when Steve can't help himself, huffs when he doesn't continue. "Glad it meets your approval." He wriggles, kicking out of his shoes, shoving the fabric the whole rest of the way off. Plucks the little bottle of lube, nicely warmed, from his pocket to set also on the table. "I was thinking you get your hands all over me while I tug you off this time, but if you're that impatient for it, I could just go right to fingering you wide open while blowing you so you're good and ready to hop right into round three..."

Steve can be patient, he knows that he can, and the idea of getting to touch Clint however he wants while Clint touches him back is warming him up all over. "I can wait," he says, "if that's what you want. I wouldn't want you to feel like I'm neglecting you." He definitely does not want Clint to feel left out, but he also understands that the archer may not be able to get off as many times as he can.

It's been... a thing, in the past. Guys often think that they can go toe to toe with him but they wear themselves out too fast. Clint is smarter than that, he thinks.

"But I also am looking forward to hopping right on," he admits. He's certainly not shy about what he wants in bed, he's just not going to talk about it in front of everyone, like Tony does. It's Clint's suggestion though, so he gets up off the couch, tugs off his own pants and then crawls over the archer, drawing him into a deep, demanding kiss.

The problem with every option being equally appealing is the same as trying to order food for the gang and being told 'I'm good with whatever'. Very entertaining but also means the actual decision-making process grinds to a halt.

Good thing this process is an extremely fun one. Steve taking what he wants also has a lot of appeal. It's cute that he's not exactly looking to be the man in charge when it comes to being in bed, but damn if there isn't something hot about the way he just devours Clint's mouth like he's always belonged there. Clint gives as good as he gets, though, not looking to be passive in any of it, eager to get his teeth involved again, running hands down Steve's back and then digging nails in to scratch back up.

When there's a brief pause for breath, he shoots his partner a lopsided grin. "I can promise I don't feel neglected. You wanna put your mouth to work, I won't say no, so long as you remember I've got a wait time between. Lucky fuck." In every way.

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.

"Mm, think we're gonna have to move to bed if you wanna ride, cowboy." Somewhere with a little more space to spread out. So put a pin in that for later, because he doesn't plan on moving from this couch anytime soon. He props himself up better to watch Steve go down, and down, and down. Nothing against the inexperienced, but thank god this ain't Steve's first rodeo, the way he knows exactly what he's doing to feel so damn good. "We'll stay right here, see how flexible you are. Gonna fuck you so hard you'll get rugburn and thank me for it."

His breath stutters in his chest when Steve takes him in, all the way, immediately. Apparently there's no teasing when it comes to the main attraction. and he slides a harsh grip into Steve's short hair. "Oh, fuck, army taught you well."

Steve can't grin with a dick in his mouth, practically down his throat but he squeezes Clint's thigh to convey the sentiment. He's absolutely on board with the plans they've made, and swallows around Clint to demonstrate that. He does pull off after a bit though, wanting to show all of his skills, and not just the fact that he can deepthroat a guy like a champ.

He takes his time sucking on the head, uses liberal tongue, and strokes Clint with one of his hands. He licks up the length, dips down to run his tongue over Clint's balls until finally sucking him back down again.

"Showoff," he huffs, already planning on doing much the same to Steve later. A little finesse never killed nobody, but fuck, his partner's definitely done this a lot, and it shows. The grip in his hair turns into cradling the back of his head, nails scraping lightly along his scalp.

He's not quiet about his enjoyment, peppering curses in with delighted groans. He throws a leg wide off the couch like bracing himself on the floor, and his hips can't help but twitch up into that hot mouth. He's sure if he wanted to, Steve could take him trying to fuck right down his throat.

Steve can tell that Clint is enjoying himself, which is the idea, but he thinks that he can make it even better. He pulls off a little, bobbing his head to give that much more pleasure to the archer, then getting one of his hands beneath him. He's getting the idea that Clint is into pretty much anything Steve might think to do, so he cups his ass and considers doing a bit more teasing with his fingers.

He pulls off very briefly, only to say, "this okay?" while wriggling his fingers in Clint's ass crack and, "you can fuck my mouth, if you want."

"What, you gonna steal all my ideas and finger me instead?" He grins down at Steve. "I gotta start keeping this shit to myself and make everything a surprise." He strokes a hand with gentle fondness down Steve's neck, across a shoulder, squeezes. "You feel good, babe; keep going." While Clint takes full advantage of that talented mouth.

Steve wasn't actually going to finger him properly, just a little tease to keep him feeling good. But that doesn't matter now, because Clint seems on board with the idea. Steve shrugs at him innocently, but then ruins it by winking and licking around the head of his cock. He sneaks his fingers further toward his entrance, but only teases the rim since he doesn't have any lube to make it comfortable.

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