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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..."

There's just a subtle change in the shape of said mouth for a moment to suggest trying to smile with a dick in his mouth.

Look, he would not necessarily say he's got a praise kink, but it's always good to know he's doing a good job. Other people like to boast about their oral skills; Clint likes to let actions speak louder. He hasn't had any complaints since he was young and new at the game. And with his mouth occupied, he can't even crack wise about language unless he wants to be a little shit.

He does, but maybe later, when he feels like he's earned it more. The breathy praise just encourages him to pick up the pace. It's cute that Steve's doing what touching he can, but he'll worry about getting his later. His hands grip tight to hips as he goes deeper, faster. Adds in a vibrating hum of pleasure right up until he swallows Steve down as far as is comfortable (and then just a little more, to push himself) and stays there until the need for air starts to choke him. It's a rare time he takes his mouth off, just briefly, to suck down a breath or two, and then back to business with single-minded determination.

Steve is good with the teasing, perfectly fine in fact. Contrary to what most of their fellow Avengers believe, Steve has been getting it since he defrosted. It's mostly been in anonymous scenarios with men that he never expected to see again, and then a few times with Thor, but he's not innocent and he hasn't been for a very long time.

Which means he doesn't need to rush this. It's not like he hasn't had someone's mouth on his dick in seventy years.

So he touches, and gasps when something feels particularly good, and lets Clint suck him like a goddamn pro. He's not unaffected; quite the opposite, in fact. Clint is particularly good with his tongue and Steve appreciates his efforts. He appreciates them even more when the archer shows that he's serious.

It doesn't take Steve long after that, and soon he finds himself with shaky legs. He comes with a groan that sounds like it's being ripped out of him. "Fu-uck," he curses.

This is neither of their first rodeos. He supposes he was warned that Steve isn't hard to get off, just hard to fully satisfy. Still, it takes him by delighted surprise. He swallows, like he's a professional, and makes sure every last drop is cleaned up before letting his mouth pop off with an obscene noise.

Clint's laugh is a little rough, but thoroughly genuine. "You could give a guy a little warning." He rests a cheek on a thigh, looking pleased with himself. "And you can keep that up for hours? Damn, I got my work cut out for me, huh."

Steve's hand comes down immediately to cup Clint's cheek. He chuckles a little self consciously. "Sorry, sometimes I don't have much warning myself."

It hasn't always worked this way. Back before, when he and Bucky had been sharing space and a bed, when he was small, it was difficult to get him there consistently considering the health problems they had to contend with. But after the serum... After the serum, Steve could barely keep up with his libido's demands. It's a good thing that everyone wanted to get a hand on Captain America at the time, because it had been months before he found Bucky again.

"Come on, let's move away from the entry." They'd both been eager, it seems.

Steve tucks himself back into his pants and leads Clint deeper into his decidedly bare suite. There's a couch, at least, so that's where he motions for Clint to sit. "Can I get you some water?"

"Aw, don't get all modest now," Clint says, swatting Steve's no longer bare ass on the way. Being used to crouching like a gargoyle on rooftops and sniper positions for hours on end means a little time with his knees on the floor doesn't so much as twinge yet. Might not want to keep that up the whole time, but given Steve wants a fuck, he knows he won't be.

It's tempting to just ignore what accepting this challenge really means, fluids-wise, and lure his teammate back in for the next eager go-round, but sometimes the higher brain wins out. "Toss me a bottle, sure. And then you better get back over here for more where that came from."

Steve doesn't actually like water bottles, finds them wasteful, so he pours water into a glass and then hand delivers it to Clint, who is sitting on his couch. "Can I do anything else for you?" he asks, being very clear about his meaning. If Clint wants his mouth, he's more than willing to give it.

He slips onto the couch as well and turns to face the archer. "What do you have in mind?" he asks. He knows what he wants, but Clint seems determined to tire him out before they get to that point. Steve isn't sure they'll be successful but he's more than willing to try.

He doesn't mind, here, a drink in whatever form it comes. Call it a slightly paranoid force of habit from his lifestyle: nothing screams safe and untampered like cracking the seal on a bottle. No complaints about Stark's system, though; pretty sure that shit gets filtered fifty times before it reaches anyone.

Still feels like a balm, much more careful about sucking water down than he was about sucking Steve down. He'll set aside a joke about getting in his protein for later. "Oh, don't worry, I absolutely want to get off, too. Kinda hoping to wait until I've got you bent over the couch begging for me, though." Just as an example of something he's got in mind. "But hey, if we're gonna be at this all day, maybe I should see how many times I got in me, too."

Not near as many as Steve, is what he's gathered, which is why he's a little more careful about going too hard too fast with himself. If Steve's got a bit of a quick trigger, maybe that'll help more than hurt. He sets the glass aside. "We'll see how many different ways you wanna get fucked, how about that? You wanna ride me 'til your ass can't take any more? Maybe you're sweet and just want a little missionary? Maybe I should go borrow a strap from Natasha," he adds with a wiggle of his eyebrows. That one is not happening, probably, but it's a funny visual.

Steve watches Clint drink the glass of water he'd given him. He can't help it. They're already set the precedent of the type of activity they'll be doing, and he likes the line of his throat when he swallows. Hopefully, Clint doesn't think he's being strange, there's just such an easy intimacy between them, and Steve has always been an artist at heart.

That's not what they're here for, though. Steve moves closer and settles his hand on Clint's thigh. "That can be arranged," he says. He's definitely eager to bend over for Clint, but maybe not to the point of begging just yet.

"I want all of those things," he admits. "I've never been too picky about getting my rocks off." Considering the secrecy and lack of privacy needed during the war, he and Bucky had gotten quite creative. He and Peggy too. And all three of them.

The thing about Natasha though... Steve feels himself hardening up again at that idea. "Has Natasha ever... with you?" he asks curiously. Steve prefers men, feels like he always has, but he's been known to make exceptions for exceptional women. Both Peggy and Natasha are certainly that.

Hard not to notice an intense look. Clint sprawls back, comfy as you please, taking up more space than he would normally ever bother. "I'd say take a picture, it'll last longer, but maybe what you want is a nude model."

Steve's artistic side is no secret. Often he can be found staring out at the skyline with a notebook in hand, or taking some idle time with the gang together sketching out profiles. It's one of the things that makes him Steve Rogers before he's Captain America. It's cute, too.

He lays a hand over Steve's, directs it up, fingertips brushing under the hem of his shirt. Suggesting. While he mulls over Steve perking up over the idea of Natasha. "You expect me to kiss and tell? About her? I prefer my balls where they are, not mounted on her wall, thanks."

Y'know, said like he didn't just blatantly suggest she's into pegging. But he laughs about it. "She knows what we're doing, you know. Maybe you wanna go invite her? Want her to watch me take you apart? Want her to join in?"

That is definitely not happening, and if Steve gets it in his head to get up and do just that--actually, that might be really amusing to watch happen, though Clint might find it in him to warn otherwise. What he wants right now is for this to be the two of them. But there's nothing wrong with teasing the imagination and getting the blood pumping at the thought.

Steve can take a hint, and he tugs his shirt up and over his head, then moves a little forward so that he can divest Clint of his as well. "I don't usually prefer women," he admits, laying both of their shirts out over the back of the couch and moving his hands to the fly on Clint's jeans. Even if Clint doesn't want to get off just yet, he wants to see. "The USO girls were good friends and we all helped each other out, but I would have rathered at least one of them to have a dick. We made do," he mentions.

"The women I like are generally firecrackers, like Peggy. Like Natasha," he continues. "If she ever wanted to, I wouldn't say no." It's true to a certain extent. If Bucky came back and said he wanted to be exclusive because they could finally, Steve wouldn't ever dream of betraying that. They'd been non-monogamous out of necessity. If he wants to change that, Steve will never tell him no.

"Maybe we can ask her, if there's a next time," Steve suggests. If Clint and Natasha have had sex in the past, they're both very discreet about it. "And I'm not surprised that she knows. You two are creepy, with your brain connection." Not today though. He doesn't want to pass up the chance of getting fucked with a nice, hot dick.

Speaking of, he gets Clint's jeans undone and starts tugging them down his legs, underwear and all. "Now that. I'm looking forward to that." Without stopping to think, he leans down and presses a kiss to the head, sucks it into his mouth playfully before pulling back off. "Now, what do you have in mind for round two?"

"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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