It had been... Something. Game. Challenge. He had fully intended to test Clint's ability to deep throat and maybe trying to suddenly gag him was cheating but it had worked and it had been so fucking hot and felt so fucking good. But he let Clint back up, brushing his thumb along his boyfriend's bottom lip - messy and red but perfect.
He shivered with that teasing lick as Clint thought on how to respond. Kind of mean was certainly one way of putting it. He couldn't think of words again when the heat enveloped his cock again, moaning softly, unable to hold it back. His hands settled on Clint's for a moment as his hips rocked once again. If he stopped pausing and teasing, Jamie didn't think it would take much longer. Clint was very good with his mouth.