"It's not at you," Clint said, mirthful, but didn't bother finishing off his thought because he considered it obvious. And also because Jamie tugging at his hair tended to make him forget things. Like what he was saying. And sometimes his own name. So maybe he just gasped a little instead and directed his gaze down to Jamie's crotch instead, and his own hands still clinging to that belt like a lifeline.
"Uh huh," he said after a long beat. "But what about how good I am at deep throating your dick?" He pulled the belt fully out of each loop and let it drop to the ground with what was actually a fairly shocking amount of noise.