That had Clint stilling himself and staring up at his boyfriend with eyes gone dark in interest. It wasn't fair, really, the way that had made his stomach clench up in anticipation. He wondered, for a short moment, if he should be more wary. A threat, no matter how sexy, was still a threat.
But no. He really wasn't.
Clint only tilted his head enough to free his jaw up again before offering a "Yessir," which was somehow a strange mix of earnest and cheeky. He didn't wait to see what a response would be for that though -- only leaned forward again to actually follow through.
It was not an immediate deep throating, but it was pretty damned clear that Clint was more than willing to get there.