Fuck yeah boyfriend. That was probably definitely exactly what had Clint in this mood to begin with. Not that he wasn't usually fairly easy and frisky anyway, but still.
He had to straighten his spine out and arch his back to really reach that kiss and give back just as good in return -- but Clint damn well did it, because when he started something he put one hundred and ten percent into it. And hell, he reached up to help Jamie with his belt too, because the poor guy really was getting cookie dough all over everything. It would have been funny at any other moment. It was still kind of funny now.