Fuck indeed. Or, well, sort of. Depending on technicalities. Either way, Clint very much liked the way that it'd come out of Jamie's mouth. And, because he'd never not be a little shit when it was at all possible for him to be one, he offered a little hand sign for Later.
Clint curled his tongue around Jamie's dick a little, because he definitely knew he liked it when people did that to him (and what a learning curve this had been the first time!), and then leaned forward at the same time Jamie rolled his hips.
The fact that he'd managed not to choke was momentous enough where Clint actually made a sound of delight over it. Well, that and because he liked what he was doing. This was probably the only part of Jamie at this point that didn't taste like sugar, though.